#obey me Diavolo smut
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Just a little food for thought
Sucking Diavolo off in his office and Lucifer or Barbatos walks in
Nsfw!
*dusts off ask* Sooo- I had a lil fun with this 🤭
A soft knock on Diavolo’s office door makes your whole body stiffen underneath the large oak desk, “Come in.” Diavolo says, voice calm as ever as he looks up from the paperwork he’d been going through.
Barbatos walks in and bows slightly, “I’m sorry, to intrude my lord.”
“Is it important?” Diavolo groans and thinking he might need to stand up, or even leave you slowly started to pull your head away from his cock, careful not to move to fast or let Barbatos hear you and what you were doing-
But without taking his eyes off of Barbatos, one of Diavolo’s hands gently pushes on the back of your head and keeps your mouth around him, guiding your head and setting a slow rhythm to signal you to keep going.
You do so, hesitating a bit, but still following the slow pace he set for you and he silently praised you by running his fingers through your hair and patting your head.
“Lucifer, is here for a nightcap.” Barbatos says and you freeze for a second, before sucking harder and grazing your teeth over his length as you pull back, repeating the motion as quickly as you can.
Diavolo clears his throat to hide a rather sudden moan and asks, “Is it already that late?” looking at the clock on the wall. It was later then he realized and he had asked Lucifer to stop by before heading home himself. Completely, coincidental ofc!!
“Yes, shall I still send him in?” “Of course.”
with that Barbatos nods, and quietly leaves the room. Diavolo let out a low groan as he slumps back into his chair, his eyes moving to take in your flushed face.
You glare up at him, speeding up your pace and moaning freely around Diavolo’s cock, half hoping he’ll finish and let you up….the added reward of Diavolo’s own soft moans falling from his lips as he watched his cock disappear in your mouth, then reappear covered in your drool and his pre-cum.
His whole face softened as he gave you a sweet smile, scratching your scalp once more as praise. He’s so lucky to have you, especially when you were so kindly helping him relieve his stress like this.
Really all his stress melted away when his eyes were fixed on you, always so eager to please him~
“I forgot, I asked Lucifer to come over this evening…..before I invited you to join me,” he slowly ran his fingers through your hair as he admits his ‘mistake’.
“You’re doing so well, my love.” he adds, wiping a stray tear from your red cheek before pulling his hand away and letting you readjust your body to get more comfortable while you can.
When he heard footsteps just outside his office, Diavolo sits up straight again. His free hand reached down to one of the drawers of his desk and pulls out a bottle of demonus and two glasses.
As he poured the drinks, he let out a sigh, “We’re going to be here for a while I’ll try to keep it short. Be a good little pet and keep me warm.”
It’s a order, not a question and you let out a groan of your own, then you hear Diavolo chuckle, “I’ll reward you later.” one last, quick, pat to your head and you can hear the office door opening again…
Now you really are stuck-
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Imagine Diavolo looking like he's counselling MC as usual and listening attentively but he was actually picturing your yapping mouth and glossy pouty lips wrapped around his cock as you gagged from his demon sized cock at that very moment. How he would be very glad to just slam you on his wooden table and rip all of your clothes and just fuck all of your stress and problems away if you'd just ask~~!
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OBEY ME CHARACTERS WHEN YOU ASK THEM
“Ass or tits?”
Lucifer: “pardon me?” Cannot believe his ears rn. But tbh a tit man. Likes them average sized ones too, that just perfectly fit in his hand
Mammon: “mmmmmm….personality😝” I don’t think he has a preference, like literally. He just likes your body😭
Levi: turns as red as a tomato “WHY WOULD YOU EVEN ASK ME THAT?!?” I mean come on….. we all know he’s a thigh man. Don’t matter if they’re small, average or large. Just thighs
Satan: just laughs at you, then answers nonchalantly “I actually prefer collarbones” cuz he’s some kind of fucking weirdo like that
Asmo: “hehe pussy” will not ever answer the question and then will beg for 20 minutes to eat you out, even if ur in public…lil creep
Beel: “on a chicken or on you?“ he’s a booty man. Again doesn’t matter how big or small (though he does love it when his partner is smaller than him…ahem… size kink)
Belphie: just calmly says “boobs” as he’s literally laying down on them. They make good pillows
Diavolo: looks at you like a confused puppy and answers with something like “I like it all when it comes to you” he truly doesn’t have a preference tho. Though he’s the same as Beel (size kink) loves seeing his dick-print during your activities….
Thirteen: “ohhh baby you know I like it all” though she will spend a very long time sucking on your nipples until you can’t take it anymore
Simeon: blushes so hard. He won’t even answer in words. His favorite body part is your waist. But if he had to choose between those two….boobies
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Diavolo Headcannons
Dia brainrot go brrrrrr (pls I love this man)
warnings: NSFW (MDNI), couple of kinks mentioned, Diavolo having a sub-par father, author not knowing how to take things seriously (aka, use of the phrase "dicked down crazy style"), uhhh I feel like I'm missing something but I can't think of it so if I am pls lmk
SFW
<3- He’s always been intrigued by humans; how such fragile creatures could have so much courage would never fail to amaze him. So when MC comes along, this sweet little thing who didn’t even know demons actually existed until a few weeks ago, he can’t help but be impressed on how little fear they show
<3- Immediately finds himself attracted to MC, but, of course, being the crowned Prince of the Devildom, he tries to keep things diplomatic. He didn’t want to risk a scandal, especially not now, since everything was finally working out to his liking
<3- MC recognizes Dia as the Prince, but because they didn’t grow up in the Devildom, they aren’t sure what that title exactly entails, so they stick to treating Dia like they would any other person, much to Lucifer’s chagrin and Diavolo’s delight
<3- With how casual MC is to Diavolo, he quickly finds himself falling for them, despite his best efforts not to. How could he be expected to not fall head over heels for them? Especially with their laugh when they’re caught off guard, or the side eye they give that seems especially reserved for Diavolo, when one of the brothers does something laughable. He feels special, as if their little silent conversations exist in a place no one can taint; its something just for them, and that’s something Diavolo has always yearned for
<3- As soon as he realized his feelings were something he couldn’t just brush over, he told MC. He’s a patient man, but he sees no point in hiding it from you, not when you two were already as close as you were. He swears his soul ascends to the Celestial Realm when you reveal that you feel the same
<3- Showers you in the finest jewels and gold (or silver if it matches your complexion better, cool toned shawtys gotta stick together FR). His father growing up only showed affection by gift giving, leaving Dia to lack any emotional warmth outside of material objects. While he tries to be better than his father, and is always praising you and showing love in any way he can, he especially loves giving you gifts, as that’s how he learned to show love
<3- He doesn’t mind receiving gifts from you, anything you give him he’ll cherish for the rest of his life, but he gets especially soft when you make him something. Little paper flowers? They’re the prettiest he’s ever seen. You bake him cookies? They’re the best he’s had in years (don’t worry, Barbs gets it). Give him origami you made in class when bored? He’s proposing then and there /j (/hj?). Just the idea that you thought about him and cared enough to make someone by hand makes him all soft and fuzzy inside.
<3- Aside from handmade things, Diavolo adores quality time. Just having you sit near him while he’s doing paperwork or enjoying his tea send him over the moon
<3- Very protective. While he’s sweet with you, and would never let you see any other side, he is still a demon, and he would (and has) threatened or killed a few who wished harm on you, and he’d do it again without a second thought
<3- Loves loves loves pet names. Lover, My dear, Angel (ironic), Beloved, he hardly ever calls you by your name anymore
<3- Overall, very soft with his lover. He just wants them to know how much he loves and adores them
NSFW
<3- I know this is widely agreed upon fandom-wise, but I’ll say it again for good measure. Size. Kink. Seeing how small you are compared to him makes him want to rail you into next week. When you look up at him with those doe eyes of yours, having to crane your neck up to make eye contact? Done. He’s dead. He died. It’s over for him
<3- You know monster fuckers? That’s how he feels about humans. Human fucker? Idk, but his enamoration with humans doesn’t stop in the bedroom
<3- Tries to be soft with you, really, he does. But at some point he just breaks, and he needs to dick you down crazy style then and there
<3- Praise kink, going both ways. He’ll tell you how pretty you are and how good you’re being for him, and will nearly cum when you tell him how good he’s making you feel
<3- He’s open to a lot of kinks, but isn’t likely to bring them up. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love experimenting though. Actually, it’s you who makes him realize he’s into a lot more than he thought he was
<3- Loves giving head. Really, good luck getting him off of you once he starts. He’ll be down there as long as you’ll let him, accidentally overstimulating you pretty much every time. But when he paws at your clothes and looks at you pleadingly, you can’t help but give him what he wants
<3- Generally, Dia’s just a big boy who wants to make his little human feel good. Boy’s absolutely whipped for you, and isn’t afraid to show it. Anyone who has a problem with it will be taken care of
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Diavolo fucking you endlessly after his coronation because his breeding kink has become even breedier now that he's king.He would say something like:"You would look so beautiful carrying our child my queen" while you're moaning as your pussy is being physically abused
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holding on
tags: obey me diavolo x f reader, nsfw 18+ mdni, dubcon(?), overstimulation/forced orgasms (reader receiving), wc: 317
"f-fuck!!!" you screamed out, continuing to buck onto diavolo's tongue. the strong demon securely held you against the cool wall of his room as you desperately gripped onto his horns.
his lips once again caught onto your clit, his tongue flicked out to gently prod at your sensitive nub before wrapping his lips around it, sucking gently. you tried to not thrash around too much from where you were & could only continue to cry out & whimper as his lips & tongue lewdly latched onto your bundle of nerves.
"d-dia!! i'm- i'm gonna cum again!!"
he growled & continued his abuse on your clit until you screamed & came, your juices overflowed onto the prince's tongue. you clutched onto his horns as he continued licking & sucking without stopping, somehow hungrier than before.
"dia!! please i-i can't! it's too much!!" you sobbed as you felt overwhelmed by pleasure, feeling another oncoming orgasm just about to push you over. he let go of your clit briefly to mutter out a quick 'yes you can' before flattening his tongue to continue licking through your sloppy wet folds again.
"i'm-i'm c-cumming again!" crying out once more you came onto his tongue again, babbling & begging him to stop yet never once attempting to actually stop him.
& still, the hungry prince continued licking & sucking on your puffy wet folds. how could he stop when you tasted so fucking good & sounded so sinfully delightful?
after making you cum hard once more despite your cries, he carried you from the wall & tossed you onto his bed. he admired your blissful exhausted form before grabbing you by your ankles & pulled you to the edge of the bed. the demon held your legs apart & rubbed his hard swollen cock all over your wet messy folds,
"we're not done yet, little one." ⬦
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➛ the good, the bad and the bratty
a/n: here it is!!! cowboy!diavolo surprised me because he was voted least out of the top three yet i found myself loving him so much that i couldn’t stop writing and it turned into a whole fic haha check out the other cowboys here!
tags: 2.0k words, cowboy!diavolo x female reader, bondage, spanking, brat taming, breeding kink, mild exhibitionism. minors do not interact!
diavolo had a busy morning rounding up the sheep that slipped through the fence during the night. he crept out of bed without waking you, leaving you with warm blankets and a kiss to your cheeks as he pulled on his jeans and shirt.
you’re an expert rider, better than him although he won’t admit it — stubborn cowboys never do no matter how sweet they are.
but not waking you up to catch the sheep with him wasn’t due to his pride but rather the fact that you were up all night riding something else entirely.
he had you slamming up and down on his cock for hours, grinding on him until you both passed out. his cock throbs at the memories and he adjusts his crotch in his tight jeans before fastening his belt.
diavolo sighs, wishing he could spend the morning walking the perimeter of the ranch on horseback with you beside him, but you tired yourself out last night. you deserve rest. and on top of that, he can only imagine how sore your pussy must be.
he’d be the devil if he asked you to sit on a saddle before fully recovering.
so at dawn, he ventures onto his land and mounts his horse to chase after the escaped sheep. it takes hours, but once rounded up, he works on fixing the fence and then checking on the cattle.
it isn’t until long after noon when he spots you coming down to the barn.
“hey, sweetie,” you mutter with a kiss to his lips. “why didn’t you wake me?”
you smirk at his eyes widening from your appearance. it’s a hot day so you opted for one of his flannels and a pair of cowboy boots. his shirt is baggy enough to cover you, but the only thing on his mind is whether or not you’re wearing anything under his shirt.
“thought ya needed some rest after last night,” he teases. “you worked so hard.”
“well, you work hard every day looking after the ranch.”
he chuckles lowly and you find yourself warming up at the sound.
“so, what’s the plan for the day?”
diavolo is about to tell you he did most of the work and the only thing you should be doing is resting, but his inconveniently friendly neighbours interrupt him.
“hey!” mammon calls with beelzebub following behind him. “you got hay?”
“what happened to yours?” dia quips.
“found mould in ‘em. can’t use it anymore.”
both cowboys tip their hats in your direction as greeting.
“mornin’, boys.” you beam.
“afternoon,” beel corrects you. “but i assume it’s morning for you.”
they both grin and wink at diavolo, knowing exactly what happened last night given your attire. and diavolo hates them for thinking about you like that.
“why don’t ya head back to the house?” diavolo leans in and suggests. “get something to eat.”
you know he means to say go put on some clothes. or at least stay away from these guys while you’re dressed like that. jealousy rises from his body and you read him easily.
perhaps it’s the exhaustion from last night, or maybe it’s due to the heat, but your brain is frazzled enough to make you want to disobey his request and piss him off. for some reason, making him more jealous sounds like a good idea.
“i already had breakfast.” you say and hop onto a pile of hay, crossing your legs so no one can peek up the little clothing you have on.
dia stares at you starstruck, silenced by your boldness. and the other two cowboys suffocate in the growing tension. beel’s eye’s wander around the room nervously, not landing on anything specific. and mammon lets out a long whistle.
“so….” he clicks his tongue. “the hay?”
“there’s more round back.” diavolo says without tearing his stern eyes from you. you cower under his gaze, knowing you may have gone too far.
when mammon and beel disappear behind the stable, you hop down from your pile of hay. you thought it would be hot to tease him in front of the others but it turned out awkward so you wander back to the house. but diavolo grabs you before you can make it two paces out of the door.
“what?” you ask with feigned innocence.
“you know what.”
“i don’t.”
he scoffs.
“are ya wearing anything under that?” he asks, and your silence is his answer.
he rips open your shirt, his shirt, and buttons go flying in all direction to reveal your naked body. your tits sit freely and your bare pussy was only inches away from being exposed if the shirt was lifted high enough.
and yet, you jumped on that pile of hay without a care in the world, without caring if his neighbours saw what only he is allowed to see. and it angers him in ways it shouldn’t.
“dia!” you push him away, but he doesn’t let go of the shirt and because of its huge size, it slips off your frame too easily.
the cowboy is stunned for a second, but he gulps and tips his hat in your direction, admiring your glowing body in the sunlight.
he was ready to scold you for acting so scantily in front of his friends, but instead of listening to logic, he listens to his cock. despite the hours and hours of fucking you did last night, it aches for more.
and what turns him on to a point of no return is your god damned boldness, not even trying to hide your perky breasts or pretty pussy. your stand before him with confidence he can only admire.
mammon and beel are minutes away from walking in on you wearing nothing but a pair of cowboy boots and diavolo feels inclined to teach you a lesson.
you would dare to be seen naked by anyone other than diavolo?
not on his watch.
your brattiness knows no bounds but you’ve certainly got him in the mood to tame it. to teach you that no one else is allowed to see your pretty, perfect body.
he very rarely uses the lasso he carries on his hip, but all of a sudden he feels inspired to use it.
“c’mere.”
you ignore him, drifting away further without looking back and acknowledging him. if you step outside any further, there’d be no doubt the others would see you.
“don’t ignore me. i told ya to c’mere.”
you turn around with sass, standing with your hand on your hip. “or what?” you follow his hand down to where it grazes against his loop of rope and your heart beats faster, and your pussy throbs.
“don’t make me use this on ya, sweetheart.”
you swallow thickly, feeling your body burn. the thought of him tying you up is provocative, but using his lasso on you?
it’s unexpectedly the sexiest thing you’ve ever imagined.
and he knows it too.
“you like the sound of that?” he smirks and takes big steps towards you. “i’m sick of ya acting like a brat, ‘specially in front of other guys. how about i teach my little cowgirl a lesson, hm?”
you bite your lips and he hovers above you, eyes raking all over your form.
“want me to tie you up and teach you a lesson, baby?”
you nod eagerly but maintain the daring brattiness in your glare.
“i want ya to say it, sweetheart.”
“yes,” you yip, a little too excitedly. “use it on me. tie me up and fuck me good, dia.”
your heart flutters as the corner of his lip twitches upwards, and your pussy clenches as diavolo moves swiftly. he spins you around grabs both of your wrists in one of his hands, somehow rough and gentle at the same time. and with his other, he loosens his lasso before looping it around your wrists and pulling.
he then works some skilful magic to have your elbows touching together and the rope lacing around the length of your forearms.
it’s tight enough for you to be unable to fight against it. not that you’d want to.
your bound wrists rest on your lower back and he pulls you back into the barn, slamming the door behind him.
“what a fucking brat i’ve got,” he growls and bends you over on the pile of hay you were previously displaying yourself on. “wants to get fucked like an animal, huh?”
“yes, dia,” you moan. “wanna get fucked so good.”
you wiggle your ass in front of his crotch which earns a harsh slap on it. and then another.
“best be quiet or those assholes are gonna hear ya.”
you moan louder and lewder when he slaps your ass a third time.
“or don’t.”
diavolo wastes no more time in loosening his belt and pulling his cock from his jeans. it throbbed and ached all morning and now he can finally relieve himself by putting you in your place.
he grabs you by the rope, pulling you upright and pressing your ass against him.
“fucking brat,” he grunts rubbing against you. “was last night not enough, huh? greedy pussy’s got you acting up like a slut.”
you whine loudly, defiant against his words. his large hand lands on your ass again, causing you to yelp and your whole body to jolt from the impact. writhing to free yourself from the rope is a fruitless attempt, but diavolo enjoys the sight of you struggling.
“use your hands.” he orders.
you could ignore him, piss him off even more. but your pussy is so fucking desperate to be filled and battered by his huge cock that your brattiness slowly fades away and you follow his orders quickly.
it’s difficult to move in the position you’re in but with the little freedom your bound hands have, you arch into him and stroke his huge cock. “fuck, dia. you’re so big. want it in me so bad.”
“patience, brat,” he mutters and runs his hands up and down your body, squeezing your tits with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other. “gotta wait for them to come back.”
arousal leaks from your pussy and you continue jerking him off until the familiar footsteps in the gravel grow louder, and dia takes it as his signal to push you down on the hay again and slam his cock into your soaking pussy.
“fuck!” you scream as your pussy welcomes him in greedily. “dia!”
“you like that, huh? you like my cock?”
“yes, i love it!” you moan loudly, gasping for air against the hay. “i love your cock.”
“that’s right.”
he continues hitting you with thrust after thrust of his hips, the sound reverberating through the wooden walls of the barn. it may be muffled from the outside, but there is no doubt the others can’t hear you.
your pussy is still sensitive from last night, but more than eager to please diavolo’s cock as he drills your hole, slamming against all the right places. “ah! fuck, dia, i’m gonna cum!”
“you’re gonna cum? your bratty pussy’s gonna cum all over my cock?”
“yes!”
“fuck,” he gasps. “want me to cum in your pussy, hm? fill it up ’til ya can’t take no more?”
“yes! dia, please!”
“gonna fuckin’ breed ya.”
“do it, dia! do it!”
“gonna knock ya up, show ‘em all how good i fucked ya!” he groans. “gonna teach my brat a lesson and knock her up.”
your cries turn into fully incomprehensible moans, but he knows you want it as much as he does. you want him to mark your body in ways it’s never been marked before and claim you as his forever.
so while you babble away, you both rock against the hay with hot, sticky bodies and there’s nothing but steamy air and filthy words between you.
before you know it, your orgasm washes over you and your pussy tightens around his cock, causing him to spurt ropes of his cum into your pussy.
your pussy tightens, causing him to spurt ropes of cum into your pussy as you scream in delight; your orgasms instils pure bliss into your body, as it does to dia who lets out an animalistic growl as he fucks you both through the high.
“who fuckin’ owns this pussy?”
“you do! you own it, dia.” you mumble, barely able to form words with how much you’re moaning. “you own my pussy. you own me.”
“that’s right,” he grunts. “i fuckin’ own ya.”
with one last rut, he stills deep groan and leans over, panting above you and pressing soft along your shoulder as you gasp for air.
“your mine, brat.”
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A Demon Like Me
@simpfortheseven figured I tag ya since you seemed so interested!
(Reader has both wings and a tail!)
Diavolo x Reader
Tags: AFAB anatomy, dry humping, unprotected sex, riding, rough sex,
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Maybe you had fallen, or done bad deeds in life to be sent to the Devildom.
Whether accidental or purposeful, you were here.
Barbatos was the one to find you, crying from the pain your new horns and demonic features brought. He carried you back to the demon lord’s castle, where Diavolo fawned over you like a mother hen.
It took a few weeks to get used to things, the brothers all flocked your side when they heard the news. But you easily fell back into routine, attending RAD with the brothers, attending Diavolo’s parties and Saturday tea time.
It was one such party, and you had ended up staying the night. Awoken harshly by bad memories and a aching, phantom pain in your back and head, you stumbled out of your bed and into the hallway.
Visions in your head had you on the verge of tears, the pain increasing as you hobbled your way to a specific door and knocked.
Nearly falling into the room as the door opened, you tumbled into Diavolo’s chest, choking back sobs.
“What’s wrong?” His deep voice rumbled against your ear, “What happened, (Y/n)?”
You couldn’t articulate what you were remembering or feeling, barely able to let out the word “Hurts…” as you tugged on his shirt. Diavolo pulled you into the room, bringing you to the couch and sitting you down.
Diavolo could remember the aching pain he dealt with as his wings and horns grew in, so he could only imagine what kind of pain you were going though.
He remembered going to others to deal with his pain, sharing it in their company, whether that be a simple chat or something more.
“(Y/n)?” He called to you, warm hands holding your smaller ones. “Would you permit me to try distracting you from this pain?”
You were about to ask how, but with a sniffle and a glance up to his eyes, you were told all you needed to know.
You knew he had been pining on you for a while, even before you grew horns, but here he was open to you, his eyes holding lust as he shamelessly gazed upon you.
“Yes. Yes please.” You replied, shuddering as his warm lips met yours. You were surprised by how quickly your body responded, warmth filling your core, causing you to tug on Diavolo with a soft plea of “More?”.
He nodded, deepening the kiss as he pulled you into his lap. Your hips immediately began moving, bumping into his as you dug your hands into his hair.
“I’m yours tonight.” He promised against your lips, unbuttoning his shirt. He chuckled at your impatience as you reached for his waistband, helping you in pulling his pants and boxers down. Your own pants came next, and with kisses to his neck you shuffled in his lap, lining yourself up with his cock.
He muffled your moan with his mouth, horns and wings springing to life at the sound as you slowly took his thick length inch by inch. Once he had bottomed out, you began to move, up and down on his cock with pretty moans leaving you in tandem with your rhythm.
“S-So much…!” You stuttered, hands digging into his shoulders for leverage.
“I’m here, darling.” He breathed out, “Use me as you see fit for your pleasure.”
You keened into his ear, yours walls fluttering around his cock as you got pushed over the edge.
Diavolo was fully prepared to be done then and there, too used to your old human self having low stamina. But when you began wriggling your hips again, wings and tail twitching as you practically clawed at his chest, begging for more, it hit him that you were now a demon, and with that came a demon’s stamina and libido.
“More! More please! Please Dia!”
You were flipped onto your back then, Diavolo’s form casting you in shadow. His glowing golden eyes held your gaze, his large hands holding your hips in place as he began pounding into you.
You moaned loud, your wings fluttering and your tail curling tightly around one of Diavolo’s legs. Diavolo lifted your shirt, eyes roaming before he leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth.
Your back arched as you were pushed over the edge again, Diavolo fucking you through your orgasm. You moaned into his ear, giving pleas of “don’t stop” and “more”.
His thumbs met between your legs, rubbing your clit in tight circles to bring you to the edge faster than before.
“Cum with me.” He growled against your skin, relishing in the broken moan that left you as your back arched once more, your walls squeezing and milking his cock.
“Do you still desire more, (Y/n)?” He asked, already knowing your answer as your tail tightened around his leg and your ankles locked around his waist.
#obey me#obey me smut#obey me shall we date#obey me diavolo smut#obey me diavolo#diavolo smut#diavolo x reader#om! diavolo
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Dancing With the Devil | Diavolo x Reader
AFAB! Reader | 5.5K Words
This takes place during the first year of the exchange program. MC is shy and a little awkward around their long time crush, Diavolo only to find his feelings are fully reciprocated in a dance of passion
CW: Explicit sex
*If this story is familiar I had it on my previous blog and it’s on my wattpad*
"I'm sure I can get some kind of sexual gratification just by staring if I try hard enough," you mumbled as you leaned on the palace counter gossiping with Asmo.
He laughed and patted you on the back.
"I've been trying for that one for a while," he sighed, admiring the prince, letting his eyes linger over his v-line.
"Such a sexy outfit, too," you sighed, and Asmo nodded.
You and the brothers and other exchange students were attending a spring ball at the castle, watching Diavolo laugh with Lucifer, Barbatos, and a few nobles you didn't recognize. Beelzebub entered the kitchen then, and you quickly shut up about your little crush on the prince; however, Asmo did not.
"Each time I get cuddly with him, Lucifer brings out his whips."
"Oh yikes, ...you think he'd...?"
"Use them on you? I'm sure he'd only do that in the bedroom," he grinned wickedly, and you slapped his arm.
"You always say stuff like that about your own brothers, you weirdo," and he began to laugh while Beelzebub dug trough the fridge behind you both.
You turned around and watched him as he began stuffing things in his mouth.
"Umm...Beelzebub don't you think Lucifer will get mad?"
He turned around and tried to speak with his mouth full of food, but neither you or Asmo understood what he was trying to say.
"Beelzebub finish chewing first please," Asmo sighed, and Beelzebub swallowed everything down in one gulp, which was mildly impressive if not also terrifying.
"Whatcha doing in the kitchen with MC, hm?" Mammon asked as he strutted towards the three of you.
Beelzebub stood up, and Mammon jumped a little, having noticed his other brother from behind the kitchen island.
"Geez Beel, ya know yer gonna get in trouble with Luci-"
"What are you four doing in here?" you heard Lucifer growl, and you turned around nervously to look at Lucifer, Diavolo standing with an unamused face behind him.
"Uh-"
Before Mammon could finish talking, Lucifer glared him down, and Mammon ran from the room.
"Talking with my dear MC," Asmo smiles innocently, tilting his head to the side.
Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed as he looked at Beel.
"Beelzebub? What makes you think you can steal the food from Lord Diavolo's fridge?" He growled, and Asmo took your arms and led you from the room.
You nearly brushed Diavolo's arm as you passed, and he glanced at you for a moment. You could feel his eyes on you as you were lead back to your table.
Solomon, Simeon, Luke, Leviathan and Belphegor were sat at the table. Solomon was observing people while Luke and Simeon talked, Leviathan played on a portable game device, and Belphegor snored next to his plate.
"Beel's gonna eat full, huh?" Mammon asked, appearing from nowhere. Asmo glared at him and took his seat next to you, stroking your arm gently. Mammon was pissed off by this and sat on your other side, tugging your arm to lean into him, and you sighed.
"He really couldn't wait a few minutes until dinner was served, huh?"
"That's Beel for you," Belphegor murmured, half awake.
Levi nodded, not taking his eyes off his device.
You glanced back to where Diavolo has been and noticed he was no longer by Lucifer's side but welcoming latecomers.
Who would dare arrive late for a royal event? You rolled your eyes as he bent over the succubus's hand and kissed it as a formality. Hopefully, it was just a formality.
Lucifer dragged Beelzebub out from the kitchen and marched to your table while the other brothers tensed up at his arrival.
"But it was really good-"
"That is no reason to steal from his majesty," Lucifer barked, and Beel looked at the ground moping while Belphie rubbed his shoulder.
Lucifer turned his attention to you, sat between Asmo and mammon.
"This is not the seating arrangement, return to your seats," he ordered through grit teeth, and Mammon and Asmo reluctantly returned and waited in the right seats while Lucifer glared them down to make sure they all stayed in place.
"MC, Simeon, Luke, Solomon; my lord requests you dine at his table once dinner is served," Barbatos said with a bow as he approached the table.
Luke looked annoyed, but Simeon smiled as he was used to speaking with Diavolo. Solomon smiled, eyes closed as he likely plotted something, and you turned beet red.
Asmo snickered, and Lucifer glared.
"What is so amusing, Asmodeus? Is there something I should know about?" He interrogated, and Asmo raised his hands and shook his head.
"Of course not," he said sweetly and flicked his eyes to meet yours for a moment.
You felt your ears burning and tried not to express your nervousness. You were always able to disguise your nervousness around Diavolo. He was an amazing friend to you, but you couldn't deny the way he made you feel when you were in private.
Every time you saw him, you wondered if it would be your chance, if you ever got one. Unfortunately, tonight it would seem you'll be sitting by the angels as well, and you'd feel a lot worse for thinking such things about the future demon king when around them.
Lucifer looked surprised by his lord's request as it wasn't originally planned but sighed and turned to you as you got up slowly and made your way to Diavolo.
Diavolo made the announcement dinner would be served, and everyone made their way to their assigned seats.
You weren't sure which one to take this time, but Diavolo pulled out the chair next to himself, and your heart skipped a beat as you sat down.
You smiled up at him and mouthed 'thank you' as he addressed the audience.
Barbatos announced what was being served, and there were whispers of excitement around the room as the butlers and kitchen servers walked out in line to bring each table its meal.
Everyone resumed their conversations, and Diavolo smiled at you. You smiled back, hoping you weren't blushing and your eyes lit up in excitement as the food reach your table.
Diavolo chuckled, and you gave him an inquisitive look.
"And just what’s so funny?" He teased.
"Your eyes light up exactly as Beelzebub's do whenever you are served food here," he observed, and you blushed.
"Well who doesn't like food?"
"Everyone likes food, MC, you just like it a lot," Luke agreed, and you sighed in defeat.
Simeon and Luke silently prayed over their meal while Solomon, Diavolo, and you dug in. "The last time we ate here, Solomon nearly killed us," you reminisced, and a shiver went down everyone's spine, even Diavolo looked disturbed by the memories.
Solomon just chuckled to himself, still smiling.
"And Asmo didn't even warn us," Luke mumbled.
"Speaking of Asmodeus, MC, you seem quite fond of him?" Diavolo asked.
"D-Diavolo?" You gasped and Simeon laughed.
"What? Is it not common knowledge?"
You turned to the others and asked, "does it seem like Asmo, and I are fond of each other?"
They each nodded, as did Barbatos when he approached to take his seat in Diavolo's other side.
"What? No way we aren't like that at all? He's like a gal pal sort of person to me. He does my hair and nails and we gossip and talk about boys and stuff - it's really nothing romantic at all-" you explained hurriedly, and Simeon laughed.
"So you talk about boys you've met here in the Devildom then?" Solomon pressed, and your face was visibly red.
"Well-I-"
Luke seemed annoyed, but the others were amused. You turned around and mouthed 'Hel͏p me' to the brothers' table where most of them were watching you intently.
Asmo gave a thumbs up, and you wanted to murder him; that was such a clear sign he knew something about one of the men at the table, and Diavolo caught onto it as he gave you an amused grin.
You facepalmed and stuffed your face with food to avoid the topic.
Diavolo asked Simeon, Luke, and Solomon about purgatory hall, studying methods, people at the school, everything you would normally ask an exchange student. So why did he ask you something so blunt? Was it just because it came up?
As soon as you heard Diavolo's hearty laugh, you were filled with an intense desire. This time purely romantic, he was so hot and so adorable, how could you possibly keep yourself away from this man.
"MC, I'm quite surprised I must admit that the brothers have not attempted to claim you in some way?" Diavolo suddenly brought up, much to everyone else’s surprise.
"What the-? If I may ask my lord why is it you seem so curious about my love life or lack thereof," you nearly choked on your food as the other watched in amusement, including Barbatos, who gave a knowing grin.
"You are our only,” he glanced at Solomon “…regular human exchange student, so it had me quite curious is all, especially since they've all changed so much since meeting you," he excused. Solomon gave him a confused and offended look but he ignored him in favor of watching your reaction.
Once your meal was finished, you awkwardly made your way back to the brothers, where Lucifer intercepted you and pulled you to the side out of sight.
"What were you speaking of with lord Diavolo," he demanded to know.
"For some reason my love life-"
Lucifer was red with anger, "why would you discuss such a thing!? Honestly MC I expected better of you-"
"He brought it up!" You exclaimed, and he was taken aback.
"What?"
"Yeah, and he kept bringing it back up, trust me I tried to avoid it."
"Why would he do such a thing, how was it brought up?"
"He said Asmo and I seemed close; I don't know?"
He hummed to himself, looking to the side and spun around, making his way to Diavolo, who smiled seeing his friend, and his face became confused when he saw how upset Lucifer seemed to be. You weren't sure what was said, but he simply laughed at his friend and patted his shoulder while Lucifer seemed to be angrily relaying what you'd said. You sighed, hoping you didn't seem like a tattletale. Just then Asmo linked his arm through yours and dragged you even deeper into the shadows of the empty hallways.
"Asmo, what the heck?"
"He so likes you!" He whisper shouted, and you blushed.
"Huh!?"
"I can tell these things MC you know that, you so have to do something. I can't believe you could totally get laid by the prince tonight!"
You turned red and jumped, slapping a hand over Asmo's mouth.
"What the hell, Asmo!?"
"Don't think I forgot about what you told me earlier; sexual gratification and all that, my charm may not work on you, but I know it's what you desire," he teased and smirked leaning in closer to you.
"Asmodeus, MC," you heard Diavolo's voice boom loudly through the halls though he spoke normally. Lucifer followed him closely and glared daggers at Asmodeus.
"Asmo, a word," Lucifer hissed, and Asmo winked at you and pranced after Lucifer.
You were left in the shadows alone with Diavolo, who smiled down at you.
"Did you need to ask me something?" You ask nervously, unsure of what else to say.
"I thought I'd tell you how lovely you look tonight, MC. I'm sure many will be eager to dance with you at the ball."
You blushed and looked away.
"Probably just the brothers like last time, or Solomon..." you thought aloud, and he smiled.
"You've done so much for this exchange program, and for the pillars so far, I cannot think of many ways to express my gratitude but perhaps sharing the first dance of the night with me could prove it to you in some way," he offered, and you gasped.
"R-really? But I have no idea how to dance, I'll be humiliated, and you'll be embarrassed by me-"
"Now why would I be embraced by you, MC, I'm quite proud of you, actually."
"You are?"
"Of course. Did I not just mention how much you've done for the brothers?"
You looked away shyly, extremely happy on the inside, and nodded.
He laughed at how cute you were being and held out his hand for you to take. You took it without questions, and he led you to an empty room.
"Where are we going?"
"The piano room.”
"You have an entire room for a piano?"
"But of course. Where else should I put such a prized possession?" You laughed at his surprised face, as if it were very common to have a room specifically for an instrument.
"So..."
"Why are you going there?" He read your thoughts, "the first dance does not start for an hour. I thought perhaps we could practice our dance to ease your nerves. Quite frankly, I'd also like to get to know you better, and I believe this is a better place to do so then somewhere people will circle around me or in a long dark hallway."
You chuckled and agreed and noticed his eyes light up a bit when he heard your laugh. The same way you always reacted when you heard his. Was it stupid to think whatever feelings you had could come to fruition? This man was ruler of the demons, the next devil himself; and you...you were a struggling human college student with a lot of issues.
After turning through many corridors and climbing several stairs which admittedly exhausted you, especially in heels, you reached two large doors and were surprised by the interior when he pushed them open.
"This isn't the piano room," you stated, and he blushed.
"I did intend to bring you there, but...I believe the view from my balcony is a much better place to dance and to talk." He said, seeming a little embarrassed, and you walked by his king-sized bed and to his balcony through two huge glass doors.
He was right. The view was breathtaking, and you smiled in awe. He watched you adoringly as you twirled, attempting to look innocently beautiful, but instead, you fell over.
He rushed to your side as you laughed at yourself to stop you from crying for embarrassing yourself like that in front of your crush.
"MC, are you alright?" He asked and lifted your dress to check your ankle. He looked it over and determined it wasn't injured in any way.
He helped you to your feet, and you hid your face in his chest, still blushing like mad. He laughed and ran his fingers through his hair.
"As much as I'd love to dance with you, I'm way too embarrassed to do something like that in front of everyone..." you mumbled sadly.
He detected the sadness in your voice and nodded, understanding your decision. Humans could be so fragile and so easily embarrassed; it was a little entertaining.
"There is still an hour until my presence is required, is there something else you'd like to do? Perhaps we could take a stroll in my garden? Or I could show you the view from the highest point in the castle," he suggested.
"I don't understand why you're being so kind to me, Diavolo. Shouldn't you be meeting with nobles and hosting and such," you trailed off, and he tilted your head to look at him, cupping your cheek and smiling sadly.
"I've done so for thousands of years. I can afford to miss an hour," he comforted, and you brightened up.
"Okay, if you're sure," you smiled, and he nodded and took your hand in his leading you away from the balcony.
"Then what do you have in mind, MC?" He asked with a somewhat mischievous smile, and you felt the butterflies doing backflips in your stomach as you stammered.
"I-I don't know. Is there something you'd like to do?"
"Why, yes, there is. Though I'll need your consent," he smiled, and your heartbeat erratically.
"Of course," you agreed, not a hundred percent certain what he'd ask but hopeful.
Every second you'd spent silently pining until that moment was worth it as he leaned into you, eyes closed, and sealed your lips together.
When you parted, you stared at him with joyful surprise, and he seemed relieved you weren't opposed.
"D-do you think we could do that again...for maybe like the whole hour?" You joked nervously. He laughed and agreed, this time leading you to his bed.
You sat on the edge heart beating out of your chest, and he sat next to you and brought your lips back to his.
You eased into the kiss, and he wrapped his arm around you to support you as he deepened the kiss. Your lips would only separate a brief moment before reuniting desperately. Diavolo's hand squeezed your waist, and you could feel his long black nails as he pushed you backwards into the mattress. You let his tongue slip past your lips, wisely giving him immediate access. The prince was likely never denies anything, and besides, you didn't want to deny him. This was heaven in the middle of hell.
As his tongue tangled with yours excitedly, he reached one hand to the waist of your dress and hiked the skirt up enough to reach for the waistline of your tights and began slipping them off. That's when you could confirm this was going to be more than kissing, and your thoughts began to race uncontrollably as your tights and heels came off together. He wasted no time in slipping off your underwear, and you shivered at the cold air against your inner thighs. You gave him a confused look, and he laughed lightheartedly.
"I assume you don't want to wear wet underwear for the rest of the night?" He chuckled, and you turned red and agreed as he brought your lips back to his. He slid his hands under your dress and held your waist, pressing it against his.
He was still fully clothed, and you didn't find it fair. As if he could genuinely read your mind, he transformed back into his demon-self, his natural self. You admired his silky red hair and, for some reason, very sexy horns as he continued to kiss you. He bit your lip playfully and left a trail of kisses from your mouth to your neck, sensually kissing about the collarbone, sucking, licking, and biting the exposed skin.
You moved your hands to his bare chest, feeling his muscles and sift skin and purred happily to yourself. He left your mouth for a moment, just long enough to remove his fur infinity scarf and his jewelry, placing them delicately on the dresser by his bed where he retrieved a condom. He looked back and you and stared before you realized you were still spreading your legs completely exposed.
"D-Diavolo," you stuttered, and he chuckled to himself and slid off his leather boots and baggy pants, revealing his demon form had no underwear underneath, and you bit your lip staring at his firm ass.
"Why don't we remove that dress before it gets ruined," he suggested though it was more of a firm request.
You nodded and unzipped the back enough to slip it off. He crawled back onto the bed in front of you and placed you on his leg, bringing his lips back to yours as he unhooked and slid off your bra.
He threw back the covers and covered your exposed back with a sheet. The curtains were closed, and the door was locked, but he still seemed precautious with you. Just in case Lucifer angrily threw open the door, suspecting you both.
He placed one hand in the small of your back, and the other held the back of your head as his lips trailed back to your neck. His hands began to roam your body and feel your curves, squeeze your hips, delicately brush the pads of his fingers down your spine. You were surprised how delicate this giant of a man could be, and you realized he must have experience. You grew hotter at the idea and began kissing his neck as he left hickeys on yours. Your lips let slip a soft moan, and his grip on your hips tightened as he flipped you over, underneath him again, chests mere inches apart. He was trying to control his breathing, but his heavy breaths were an indicator he was struggling to hold back instead of taking you immediately. But he knew this wouldn’t just be painful in general but would be even worse for a fragile human. His fingers brushed over your cheek, and he turned his attention to your chest. His eyes lingering for several seconds before he supported his weight with one hand and used the other to lightly massage your breast. His wings flapped for a brief second, giving away his excitement, and you moved your hands to the back of his neck, bringing him closer to you. He met your eyes; his were serious and curious. He was concentrating hard on not harming you and looking for any signs of fear or hesitation in your expressions, but your smile was enough to ease him. He moved his mouth to your chest careful not to hit your face with his protruding horns, and you tilted your head back to avoid them as you ran your hand through his hair, massaging his head as he began trailing his tongue around your tit, squeezing it lightly with his hand before taking it in-between his teeth.
You squirmed and whimpered, and he looked up to make sure you weren't in pain, but your gentle moans as he continued reassured him you'd be fine.
You were so caught up in the way he made you feel you realized you weren't verbally encouraging him or telling him what felt best, which would likely help him instead of him cautiously taking each step so slowly. "Diavolo," you moaned softly, face heated, and he paused.
"Don't stop, you feel so good," you encouraged, and his small bites around your tits became a bit harder before he moved to the breast that'd been left unattended. Normally he'd massage one while licking the other, but his weight was too much for a human. He switched hands and twirled his thumb around the areola as you continued to moan his name.
"MC," his voice deepened as he moaned, and your heart leaped. For so long you wanted to hear him moan your name, now you were under his sheets, your bodies entangled as he moved his hand down between your thighs.
You felt his finger brush against your opening and moaned, body pleading for more contact. He let your squirm and laughed as you did so, entertained by your neediness. He inserted a finger slowly and was pleased to find you were already very wet.
"Do you want me that badly, dear?" He asked, and you blushed but nodded, biting your lip. He found this sexy and keeping his hand between your legs he kissed your lips, propping himself up as he pulled back the sheets to get a better look at you. Hit by the cold air again, you shivered and moaned. He moved his eyes over your body before looking at himself, hoping you'd follow his eyes, which of course, you did.
You weren't just surprised by his size but legitimately scare and full of many questions.
"Umm-that's?"
"Will you be alright," he asked teasingly, and you nodded, red-faced.
It had to be a little more than twelve inches in length, and you weren't sure how much you were even capable of taking in. His dick was a sight to behold, and one reason was it certainly wasn't human, the veins were thick, and the shaft had small circular bumps that acted like barbs. Once he was inside of you entirely, he wouldn't be able to pull out until he came. The condom he'd grabbed earlier would likely prevent this, but of course, you couldn't tell. Each time you opened your mouth, all that came out was a moan.
You nearly formed words until he inserted a second finger inside of you, and his other hand pushed your head into his chest. You ran your hands over his pecs and left small kisses on his collarbone and chest. A moan built in his throat, and he rested his head atop yours as he made a scissoring motion with his fingers. You squeezed your legs together, and he grinned as you squirmed in his embrace. He tightened his grip around you and inserted a third finger. His fingers were long and large, and the pointed black nails scratched lightly against your inner walls in all the right places. As he inserted a fourth finger, he moved his thumb to your clit and began massaging it in circles. You were a mewling mess in his grasp, and he let out an instinctive grunt.
He was desperately holding himself back as he pumped his fingers in and out quickly. He moaned your name into your hair and kissed the top of your head, gritting his teeth together, pumping faster and faster until a wave of heat ran through your body, and your eyes squeezed shut in the intensely pleasurable warmth. He felt you cum over his fingers and grinned wickedly. He held your stare as he raised his fingers to his lips and sucked off your juices, you blushed furiously, shocked that the prince had this kind of side to him. His grin was loving but also a little sadistically curious. Probably because he was about to fuck your lights out. He licked his lips and moved his hand back between your legs, still holding your gaze lovingly.
"MC," he began in a husky voice that made you shiver.
"Y-yes?"
"Do you think you can take me within you now?" His words were drawn out and held back an anxious growl.
You nodded, though you were unsure.
"I see," he smiled and sat up quickly to retrieve and roll the condom over his length, though it didn't cover his shaft completely it would be enough to stop most cum from pouring into you, and the idea had you becoming wet again already.
Diavolo's eyes darted to the clock on his wall to make sure he had enough time and was pleasantly surprised he had more than enough time to make you squeal and scream beneath him.
He admired your form. A small human brave enough to let the demon prince slam his cock inside of them. They likely didn't know how hard it could be for them or the pricking pain of the barbs, but they were ready nonetheless. He moved over you and spread your legs apart, he admired your throbbing pussy and looked back to your trembling body, nervous but desperate for him, and he moved his hips to yours, the head of his dick pressed against you. He used one hand to spread your entrance apart enough to fit his head inside, and he mumbled to himself through grit teeth, "You're so tight-."
He slowly moved his dick deeper inside you, taking deep breaths not even halfway in to stop himself from suddenly bucking into you. He was big enough to make you bleed, and that's the last thing he wanted. He'd wanted to do this with you for so long, and seeing you completely unaware of Asmo's attempts on you that night made his temptation too much to hold back any longer. He wanted you himself, and he finally had you. This thought unintentionally made him buck his hips, his cock much deeper inside you now, and you let out a gasp that turned into a moan as your body instinctively bucked towards his.
Diavolo slowly began to pull back, pumping into you slowly at half-length, he used one hand to pinch and roll your clit between two fingers, making you wetter than you already were. You reached for him, and he blushed and leaned into you, finally ramming his hips into yours. You threw your head back and instantly came again much to his surprise. But he immediately gave you a playful smirk that had you the shade of blood in embarrassment. You moved your hands to clutch his hair, and he focused seriously again, moving back and forth slowly, pumping in and out, mumbling about how tight you were until his pace and strength picked up enough to throw your body forward. You were held against his hips as you and the bed shook with every thrust, the bed frame beginning to hit the wall loudly enough to echo down the halls. He spread your legs further apart, reaching deeper inside as he grunted and moaned, slamming his cock in and out of you as your body contorted in the sheets, nails digging into his head. Unable to properly grip his hair, your hands moved to his horns and kept them there.
You could feel the small barbs of his dick as they sent you to heaven and back, you could feel every vein as he pulsed inside you.
Your vision blurred for a moment as you screamed his name, unable to control yourself. Hips bucking together hard enough to bruise and break, you were a wailing mess beneath him. His movements became sloppy, and when he watched your face twist in pleasure as you came again, his delight sent him over the edge, and with one final buck of his hips you gasped for air as the barbs stopping scratching, and he slowly pulled out, condom overflowing with his semen.
You both paused a moment, breathing frantic and held each other's gaze. Diavolo reverted to his human form and crawled next to you, laying on his chest, hugging his pillow as he watched your pink face struggling to breathe. Your cheeks were stained with tears and your hair more tangled than a bird’s nest as your chest heaved, taking in as much air as it could while you came down from your high.
He chuckled as he watched you, unsure of what to say. He'd just completely broken his composure, he'd ignored his title and interfered in his own exchange program just to get a taste of you. But he still wanted more of you. He ran his hand through your loose strands of hair and moved them out of your face. He sat up and threw the sheets off his bed, leaving you exposed again. You struggled to sit up but fell back into the bed. He helped you up and carried you in his arms to his private bathroom. He sat you underneath the showerhead and left the room to get something. He came back with your folded clothes and sat them on the sink next to his.
"My hair and make up," you mumbled, and he laughed.
"That's an easy fix, dear," he soothed you and turned the warm water on as he joined you in the shower, washing off the sweat and everything else. He admired the bruises and bites he'd left on your skin and helped you stand up, leaning into his chest, he held your hips as you were unable to stand on your own.
You felt the water run over you, and Diavolo comb his fingers through your matted hair. You were both silent, not sure what to say.
"So..." you trailed off, hoping it'd prompt him to speak.
"So..." he replied, taking a moment to think of what to say next.
"Did you enjoy yourself," he asked, already knowing the answer but wanted to hear it from you as you nodded shyly in agreement.
"Ye-yes," you stammered, and he hugged you closer as he ran a bar of soap over your arms.
"Good, we should do this again soon," he added, and you jumped in surprise.
Really? Lord Diavolo, your crush, a future demon king, wanted to have sex with you?
"Really?"
"Yes....But can we agree on one thing," he asked as you finished washing.
"Yes?"
"Lucifer can never find out."
You both laughed and nodded before sweating at the idea of what he'd do to you both. Diavolo rubbed your back and helped you to the sink where you dried off, and he used a spell to redo your hair and makeup as it was, though he didn't bother hiding the marks he left on you.
You both returned to the party a few minutes before he was to make his entrance, but when people asked for you to dance, you had to decline even though Mammon seemed depressed at rejection. This was only because you'd done enough dancing that night. Just not the kind of dancing anyone expected.
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Nsfw! Anybody remember when I was on my sugar daddy Diavolo kick?….yea it’s back :((
Sugar daddy! Diavolo who buys you everything you want!! ‘n I mean everything~ jewelry, fancy clothes, little gifts and even things you only looked at for a moment.
Sugar daddy! Diavolo who takes you to dinner at the most expensive restaurants in the Devildom~ getting to show you off and spend time together, really what could be better? Even if he’s paying for everything-
Sugar daddy! Diavolo who treats you like royalty ♛ and fucks you like a whore ♡
As soon as you get back to the castle, all thoughts of shopping and expensive dates are whipped from your mind.
Instead, you’re focused on the task at hand. Sinking to your knees and taking his cock into your mouth, earning everything you just bought, and every penny you spent.
After that, you’ll be crying out as your daddy pounds you into his luxury king sized mattress. Your nails scratching down his back as you try to ground yourself as his thick demon cock bullies your poor little pussy.
He teases you a lot too~ calling you his, ‘Good little human.’ before making you tell him how much of a whore you really are, and you do it with a cockdrunk smile on your face~
After all you’d do anything for your daddy, he’s the only one who knows exactly how to spoil you~ with his money….and his cock ❤︎
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k¡nktober day seventeen - threesome or moresome with all nine main demons
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cw non con drugging , drinking , groping , butt chugging , alcohol , non con , filming
“Mhm? Is something different about the Demonus tonight?” your eyes begin to lid as the castle ballroom goes a bit out of focus. Mammon catches your arm as you stumble and lift your glass to observe the golden liquid.
“Oh?” Diavolo chuckles as he dances his way over to you. “I must’ve forgot to mention I had Barbatos mix in some Human World alcohol into tonight’s brew.”
You frown. “I should- I should probably stop drinking now…”
“MC~,” Asmo grabs your shoulders and plants a fat kiss on your lips, tasting wine and flowers. You groan into the kiss, blinking hard.
“I need—,” your head spins and pounds as you pull away from Asmo’s soft, soft lips. “I think I should lay down.”
“Awh,” Asmo whines and Belphie perks up.
“Come here, MC,” he motions to the spot at the table next to him and you sway as you walk over to him. Beelzebub clears the whole area of the table that you’re sitting in front of, taking the cups and plates and serving bowls.
You hum as Belphie grabs you and makes you rest yourself up to your breasts on the table. Your eyes slip closed and you feel someone’s hands, gloved, maybe Barbatos or Lucifer, fondling your chest and you weakly try to shove them away. Alcohol tugs at your mind lulling you into lethargy.
“Mhmm, stop it,” your words come out slurred as your cheek presses into the table cloth. Someone shushes you and across the table someone lifts you by your armpits to lay you vertically on the table.
“Hm?” You try to look up, Beelzebub’s blurry face coming into view. “What’s— What’re we doin’?”
“Shh, don’t worry,” Lucifer’s voice.
“No, wait, what’s—?” You sniff as Belphie’s hands tug down your dress pants, exposing your underwear. “Don’t do that!”
“Shh, it’s okay, just relax, MC,” Belphie rubs his hands over the curve of your behind as he says it. You whimper into the tablecloth as your underwear is stripped away and discarded.
Embarrassment spikes your heart when slender fingers pry open the lips of your pussy. Tears well up in your eyes from the humiliation and you want to do something about this, whatever is going on, but you’re so tired.
“Awh,” Asmo’s colorful nails snag your attention as he coos over you. They tenderly cup your face and he presses a kiss to your lips.
“Just relax,” Mammon pets over your hair.
It’s hard to relax when Belphie’s rubbing his fingers over your dry slit.
He needs to stop, you think. You’re in the middle of Diavolo’s ballroom, and you aren’t in the mood. What would Diavolo do — think of you — if he saw this?!
“Wait,” you attempt to lean up, but the heavy petting on your hair from Mammon makes it hard to lift yourself. Both from the pressure and from the part of it soothing you.
“Shh,” Mammon murmurs into your hair.
Something warm and wet rubs over your slit, and it takes half a second before you realize that it’s Belphie’s tongue. There’s a kiss pressed into your hair, but it does little to stop the trembling sob from leaving your chest.
Another hand begins undoing the lace of your shirt from the back. From the skill of the fingers you assume it’s either Asmo or Satan. It makes you sniffle and try and squirm away.
The tongue against your hole has begun arousing your body, making slick begin to leak from your pussy.
“It’s okay,” Mammon mumbles against your scalp. “Just relax, it’ll be so much easier if you just let them in.”
“Nngh,” you can’t find the words to disagree with him. It halfway turns to a moan as Belphie’s lips wrap around your clit, and his tongue rapidly flicks over the sensitive bud. Your hips weakly squirm away from the stimulation but you get nowhere.
Your top falls from your body and a rush of cold air raises your nipples to peaks. A large, warm hand scoops under your body to fondle one. The other breast is quickly taken hold by a smaller hand, but fondled as well.
“This ‘s wrong, stop,” you protest.
“Do you think they’ll remember this tomorrow?” A voice, Satan’s you think, although the cloudiness of your mind has a lot of room for error. You jolt as a pinch is sent through one of your nipples, a weak shout leaving you, encouraging Mammon to place another soft kiss to your hair.
“Not if we keep them drinking at a steady rate.” Lucifer, or is it Diavolo?, replies. Shoes click against tiled linoleum and another hand ruffles through your hair and grabs hold of your skull, lifting you to meet the red gaze of Lucifer.
He takes in the daze on your face, sighing before gently dropping your head. He says something to someone, but it’s too quiet for you to understand.
Belphie is too good at oral for your own good, and your legs clench and unclench fruitlessly as you cream over the demon’s face. You swear you can feel him smile against your sticky sex.
“My turn?” A deep voice, Beelzebub’s, asks and one of the hands on your breasts disappears.
“Take their mouth, I want this side,” yes, that’s Belphegor speaking.
Mammon helps another pair of hands maneuver you so that your head can just slightly go over the ledge of the table and your eyes get up close and personal with a humongous erect cock. Based on the ginger pubes, it is Beel. Then his hands pry your mouth open and the tip of his cock slips into your mouth.
You hope he doesn’t force you to take the whole thing, it’s far too large for you to live through that. Luckily, for your life, he only fucks your throat in quick, shallow thrusts.
On your other end Belphie’s sliding into your spit slicked hole. He whimpers lowly, and begins a slow rhythm of thrusts.
There’s the sound of multiple zippers all at once, and muffled the starting sound of a DDD beginning a recording. Fuck, someone is filming.
The notion that you’re being recorded as you’re being taken advantage of, makes a fresh wave of tears build up. They’re brushed away by Mammon’s tender hand as soon as they fall, another round of shushing on his end.
It takes far too long for the twins to finish their assault on your holes before they ejaculate into you. You choke on the absolute tsunami of semen that Beel delivers and he pulls out of your mouth with a creamy-spitty dick. Belphie also pulls out after creamping you.
A chilled bottle rim ghosts over the rim of your ass and cold alcohol trickles over the lip and makes you shiver. The rim is lodged into your hole and there’s a brief moment then all of the chill of the drink comes flooding into your ass. You cry out in shock as your bowels are forced to contain the liquid.
Out of the corner of your eye you see Barbatos’ slender gloved hands adjusting the angle he’s filming, and you cringe fruitlessly away from the lens.
In front of you another cock, Diavolo’s, appears, he’s rapidly jerking himself off and aiming at your face. More of the demons you had been partying with surround you, all tugging on their dicks like their lives depend on it. Just when you think you’re in the clear from any more penetration, Diavolo sets his heavy tip in your sore mouth.
Fuck.
Someone, you can’t crane your neck to see who, presses into your wine filled ass. They shallowly fuck into your hole, making the liquid slosh around uncomfortably.
Your body begins to tire and the alcohol in your system begins to make you lethargic. The last thing you remember is:
“They won’t remember this, right?” You hope you don’t.
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This piece is based off of a conversation I had with @l3viat8an :p so not all of these ideas are 100% mine and the green text is a direct quote from Ro ♡
My brain is mush so there may be some spelling/grammar errors :/
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Your temporary stay at the castle was supposed to be a mini vacation from the chaos of the House of Lamentation but in all honesty it was just an excuse for Diavolo to have you all to himself. Without the brother's interference he could simply take you whenever and wherever he pleased. And that included the kitchen while Barbatos was out buying ingredients for a new dessert. Going into the kitchen for a quick snack turned into Diavolo pounding you over the kitchen counter.
This wouldn't have been the first time in your short stay that the poor butler was minding his own business when he was graced with the image of you being folded up or bent over and fucked silly on some random piece of furniture in one of the many rooms of the castle.
The scene that followed was Diavolo offering an apology to Barbatos for letting this happen... again. Diavolo being shocked into silence by Barbatos' suggested method of compensation. You. After all it would only be fair for Barbatos to have his turn to play with you. The only rules set for Diavolo is that he had to watch. He wasn't allowed to interact with the scene unfolding before him.
That's how you found yourself writhing under the touch of Barbatos' skilled fingers. The smug yet calm look on his face almost sinister as he listens to you beg for him to let you cum already. Not even half an hour ago those pretty pleas were for him to just fuck you already but now they were nothing more than broken whines to let you cum. They almost sounded like desperate little prayers to Barbatos' ears as he subjected you to his favorite method of sexual torture.
“See, now you both know how I’ve felt. Not knowing what I’d be walking in on and then only being allowed to watch. A shame isn’t it?”
Bringing you to the edge only to pull away again, Barbatos chuckles when he hears Diavolo letting out an almost frustrated groan. He wants nothing more then to see your face when you cum but Barbatos continues to take that pleasure away from him. There is nothing stopping Diavolo himself from cumming, yet the hand stroking his cock seems to follow Barbatos' pattern of teasing, bringing his movements to a hault whenever Barbatos pulls away and starting up again respectively.
Although Barbatos would love too see you turn into an overstimulated mess under the ruthless pounding of his cock, he much preferred to see you pleading just the way you are now. While one of his hands moves to push his fingers back inside you, the other travels up your body to toy with your already abused nipples. Barbatos looks up from your trembling form to stare at Diavolo, getting you closer then he had before, even rubbing his thumb in quick circles over your clit only to pull away again and click his tongue.
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Could you write Solomon and Diavolo dating headcannons, both nsfw and sfw?
Also, have a good day!
-anon 🪼
I got u anon <3
Diavolo
Dia is a very cliché lover, I'm talking pulling out all the stops from the worst romance movies
The first time you stayed the night at the palace with him as his lover, the room was filled with as many rose petals as he could find, candles too! He had several things prepared for your stay as well! There was a gift basket in the bathroom with shower/bathroom items with your name on them, as well as your favorite products. There was even a brand-new toothbrush on the vanity next to his! Needless to say, he's over the moon about you.
PAMPERS you!!!
he uses his status to get you anything you ask for! You could ask him for the heart of King Tut, and he'd figure out how to get it for you
you're certainly one of the only people in the entire Devildom that will even consider asking the Demon Prince for a piggyback ride, and he will do it no questions asked! He loves using his demonic strength to carry you, even if you really only ask when you're tired
he's very proud to be your partner, he would shout it from the balcony every morning if he could
doesn't let anyone speak ill of you, he has eyes and ears everywhere, and if someone dares use your name negatively, they will often disappear. You usually don't even know you're being talked about.
Unfortunately, his status also gets in the way of many things, he's often very busy with royal demon matters, but once your relationship has become public knowledge, he doesn't mind having you at his side during meetings! He'll also gladly have you seated nicely on his lap while he does his daily paperwork, reveling in your company
Dia's a very lonely demon, so he's quite clingy, asking to spend any and all free time he may have with you! Although, he also asks you to keep him company when he doesn't have free time, which he'll understand if you're not up to it that day
NSFW
Diavolo, surprisingly, has very little experience. Often times, no one dares to flirt with him, and when they do he has to consider their motives. That being said, he is also absolutely shameless about asking for advice from the brothers (probably Asmodeus)
Your first time with him was straight out of a romance novel, he pulled out all the stops from mood lighting to incense; he even made a playlist after searching "best songs to have sex to"
He's a large demon, so he takes his time with you, starting with kisses. Lots of kisses; and the moment you find yourself unable to stifle a giggle, he sinks his teeth into your skin.
Possessive, and will mark you up like no tomorrow, be prepared to walk around with very visible hickeys
Likes lingerie, and has bought a couple of lovely sets, mostly consisting of a deep red color. However he finds himself unable to resist those teeny sleep shorts and tank top you have in your pajama roster; especially if you have nothing on underneath
Has you cum on his fingers several times before even attempting to fuck you. Enough that you're often exhausted by the time he deems you prepared enough
The first time he sank into you, his demon form came out, it felt so good. He also just likes fucking in his demon form, and can certainly tell you do as well.
Sex with Dia lasts hours, usually just short of you passing out, so aftercare is a huge part of the evening! He carries you to the bath, and everything smells like lavender. He's very gentle as he cleans you off with a warm washcloth, and you're often lulled to sleep by the warmth and comfort
Solomon
He likes to annoy you, but in the cute boyfriend way. Like randomly dabbing you up
Casual dates galore! He needs to go grocery shopping? Why don't you come with him! Wanna go to the bookstore? Oh? You're craving Akudonald's? He'll go! He's not one for anything super fancy, although he will take you somewhere nice every once in a while
Very attentive and giving, but like you think he's not paying attention, and he actually is. That book series from the human world you'd been keeping up with? He hands you the newest volume one day! That bracelet you considered at a sop the other day? It's on your wrist the next week. You're struggling with a class? Oh look, a detailed study guide for the whole year.
Not one to really initiate PDA past handholding, but isn't opposed to it! If you wanna make out at this café right now, feel fucking free baby
Bad texter. He often gets so engrossed in his work/experiments that his phone goes ignored for hours
Consistently tries to cook for you (you never let him in the kitchen)
He's not very clingy, and can go at least a day without seeing you, but he likes your company, and wants to make sure you know you're loved! When he's off doing something far away, he'll call you every morning when he wakes up, and every night before he sleeps. If somehow you're unable to answer due to time zones, he'll leave heartfelt voicemails for you to wake up to
Definitely uses your proximity to Lucifer to try and make a pact with him. It's worth a try, but ultimately gets him nowhere.
NSFW
Being a human in a land of demons can make a man feel...insecure to say the least, but what he lacks in demonic traits, he makes up for with magic. It's hard to go a night with him without a little sorcery; perhaps he whispers an incantation that will heighten your sensitivity before he assaults your senses with him. His voice, his hands, his scent; they all envelop you until the only thing running through your head is his name
His stamina isn't like a demon's but it's better than the average human's so he's often tired when you are, and is more than happy to just fall asleep and clean up later, unless you insist upon washing up right away (he may protest a little, but he always relents)
A little more blunt about what he wants than some others. Outright asking to fuck during makeouts is a frequent occurrence.
Enjoys cockwarming, it's relaxing. Plus, he gets to tease you to no end, which he also very much enjoys
Speaking of teasing, it's endless. He particularly likes edging you, feigning pity when you start begging to cum before giving you what you want; over and over again.
Needs a breather after he cums, his heart is pumping in his ears, just give him a second and he'll be fine :)
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Wants to fuck your throat
Into choking, both getting choked and choking you
Doesn't mind letting you take the lead
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What they're like after sex?
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• After a passionate night together, Diavolo and MC lie together in their bed, exhausted but utterly thrilled and content. Diavolo cuddles and caresses MC, nuzzling their neck and whispering sweet words of love and adoration in their ears. they both look each other in the eye and smile gently. Diavolo cups MC's face in his hands and leans in for one last tender kiss, then they both drift peacefully off to sleep together, comfortable and fulfilled.
• Diavolo would likely be quite concerned with making sure the MC isn't in pain or discomfort and would be willing to do whatever he can to make them feel better. Overall, Diavolo would be a very attentive and loving partner after sex.
• Diavolo would hold MC tightly in his arms, gently stroking their hair and holding them close. He would whisper words of affection and praise into their ear, telling them how much he cares about them and how they are perfect just the way they are.
• He would also probably nuzzle MC's neck and give them kisses all over, showing them his love and affection while soothing their nerves and calming any anxiety they may have after a particularly intimate moment.
• Diavolo would remain patient and gentle with MC, making sure they feel safe and taken care of even after intimacy. {"My darling, you have once again been completely and utterly wonderful. I cannot put into words how happy you and our time together makes me. You are everything to me, and I will always cherish every single beautiful moment spent with you. I love you with all my heart."}
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Diavolo likes to touch your hair and face, he grabbed your head with his large hand and brought his face closer to yours as he ran his fingers through your hair.
You both were panting, breathing hard, as you were drowning in his bright eyes. Those golden eyes which were so shiny in that dark room. "Huuuh...Aaah... dia..." you moaned.
Diavolo surely had a soft spot for touching your cheeks in particular. He would also likely like to touch you all over, and would probably be very interested in exploring and discovering all the ways your body can react and feel, from your sensitive and vulnerable areas to your most ticklish or even erotic spots.
"You're so good for me, dear." He gave you a little chuckle as he was scanning your body and soul with his golden eyes... yes, he could see you in that dark room.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, eliminating the distance between your lips and his. the Prince welcomed your desire to kiss; exploring your mouth with his loyal tongue. While he was holding your waist with his other hand and helping you to ride him.
Diavolo would probably also have a soft spot for touching and caressing your hips and thighs, as well as your neck, collarbone, and any other areas of your body that might be exposed or easily accessible.
Your moans got louder when he finally let go of your hair and gripped your thighs with both his hands. You couldn't close your mouth at all as he pounds himself into you and your whole body was trembling, shaking and going up and down.
"...Dia...Dia! I'm... I'm...mmm–!" He was no longer the gentle soft giant you knew, but somehow rough, with his big tongue inside your mouth, and your saliva mixed, making mess.
Diavolo could feel the full weight and warmth of your body on top of him. It was also a nice view for him. Yes, you were not that heavy for him, particularly his hands were focusing on your hips and thighs, which he was enjoying touching and caressing them hardly.
"Shhh... be patient, just a little more..." He whispered on your ear, making you to ride him faster by pushing you up and down.
"Aaaaa...Ah! I can't take it anymore!—" you cry out as you were digging your nails on his shoulders. He wrapped his large arms around your waist and held you firmly in place, cuming inside you as he pressed his lips to your delicate shoulder.
You called his name for the last time as you came at the same time. And you stayed in that position for some minutes. No no, he wasn't going to waste a drop of it, you had to take it all in and keep there, even though his seed was too much for you so eventually some of it flowed out, dripping from his own hips.
And in that dark room, no sound could be heard except for your pantings...
You were out of energy, surely if he hadn't wrapped his arms around your waist you would have fallen and passed out right there. Your hands slid to your sides and you slumped back limply as you tried to breathe deeper.
He placed a kiss on your shoulder and then hugged your body tighter and rested his head on your shoulder. With your head tilted back, you looked up at the black and dark ceiling... you could hardly even see the movement of the black curtains around his king sized bed.
"Thank you MC, you are perfect." He gently laid your limp body on the bed and brought his face close to yours as he was on top of you. He tried his best not to put his weight on you.
You caressed his hair and cheek lazily. His eyes were shining brighter than ever.
"Dia... I love you." and now that the clouds had finally moved away from the moon, you could see his face in the moonlight lightening the room. He smiled happily, and kissed your forehead.
He placed his hand on your stomach gently and caressed it, then, slowly pulled himself out of you. "Love you too, my dear."
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bruh your blog is like my favorite blog now ❤︎ will forever be sliding into your asks alskskdhd
so i was thinking … about pervert monster diavolo …
i saw a post about a pervert!lucifer headcanon and an mc who got stuck in a wall and …
now my brain is rotting with the idea of monster diavolo finding mc stuck somehow and just going to town
i promise i’m so normal
Moody forgive me I didn't realize this was sitting in drafts nearly finished the whole time *ripping my hair out*
nsfw 18+ minors do not interact // ⚠️dubcon, diavolo x f!reader, called little terror & pumpkin, creampie, not really proofread tbh *runs away*
diavolo hummed from above while you wiggled around under his bed, ass sticking out & looking delectable.
"what do we have here? my little terror appears to be stuck... were you trying to scare me perhaps?" he murmured, patting your bottom while you continued to wiggle your hips around helplessly.
"yeah i'm stuck can you get me out!?" you cried out from under.
diavolo just chuckled as he continued to pat & rub your bottom before kneeling down behind you, shifting into his demon form. can you blame him? he wants nothing more but to mount you with the way you are right now.
"ah? is that so?" perfectly manicured black claws swiftly pulled down your pants, underwear along with it. he dug his claws into the fat of your ass & admired the puffy mound between your legs. "i'll get you out in a little bit pumpkin. you know i can't resist that pretty little cunt."
"dia!" you moaned as you felt his slick long tongue make quick work, lapping at your folds, the tip of his tongue flicking against your clit. "dia, please-"
you whined & couldn't help but rub your cunt against his tongue, almost forgetting where you were.
you heard the soft ruffling of cloth & clinking jewelry, gasping when you felt the fat tip of his demon cock gently prod between your slick folds.
"I'll get you out of there right after this,"He gripped your hips and buried his cock into your warm cunt. Each ridge and bump of his cock rubbing into you.
"Fuck." He gritted his teeth & pulled his hips back before slamming back into you. "Hah, this human cunt was made just for me wasn't it?"
He thrusted harder into you, "taking my demon cock so well-"
You whined as he bullied his fat cock into you, stretching you out. You cried out as his tapered tip started hitting that heavenly spot.
"dia! gonna c-cum- "
With a swift movement he lifted the bed enough with one arm and pulled you out with the other while remaining on his cock. He lifted you up with ease, continuining to fuck mercilessly into you, your back pressed against his chest.
With just a few more thrusts you finally came, the two of you moaned as your cunt clenched around him and milked his cock of every precious drop he had.
diavolo let out a happy sigh as he plopped the two of you onto his bed, laying you on top of his chest and wrapping an arm and his black gold accented wings around you.
With a free hand he wiped the sweat from your forehead and grinned.
"You know you didn't have to lie about being stuck." ◇
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how do you think dateables go about Mc that digs and drags their nails/scratches their partner a lot during sex, leaving marks that are very much visible after
Ooooooh this is another good one!!! I’ll do the OG four for this short little post!
Nail marks/Scratches
Diavolo
Dia absolutely loves when you mark him up. He loves the feeling, the sharp sting in his skin, the way your nails drag across his shoulders and back. His favorite thing is when you grab onto his chest and leave your nail marks deep in his pecs, seeing them in the mirror makes him both proud and a little embarrassed but in a good way. Lucifer tries to lecture him about how a prince shouldn’t be covered in scratches and whatnot but Dia is too busy fantasizing about you to listen.
Barbatos
Barbs tends to be more on the strict side about leaving visible scratches, not because he doesn’t love you doing it, but because he’d rather not listen to the young master tease him about his “wild night”. He’ll let you dig your nails in but will gently and lovingly tell you to be careful about where you place them, his back is fine since he always has a shirt on around Diavolo but his neck and arms are typically off limits. However, get him worked up enough and all that goes out the window~
Solomon
The man has been around Asmo for centuries so scratch marks are just second nature to him, that’s not to say he doesn’t absolutely love feeling the sting of your nails on his skin. Solomon will flaunt his marks in front of Asmo actually, boasting about how good you got him and trying to get Asmo worked up enough that he’ll try to out do your work. Solomon isn’t shy either and will leave his fair share over mail marks on you as well as long as you allow it, he loves to see the vein in Lucifer’s neck pop out when you show up to RAD with new scratches and nail marks.
Simeon
There’s something so sinfully right about leaving scratches on an angels back. Simeon acts shy and embarrassed by it but deep down he gets off on it. Having your mark on him hours after the actual sex? It has Simeon squirming in his seat while trying to conceal the growing tent in his pants. He may be too gentle to leave a scratch on you but he won’t stop you from digging your nails into his hips while you ride him.
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