#diavolo mention

[liliaasyoursexyvampiredaddy]

Hello, Obey Me Fandom. Today, I'm going to talk about a certain problematic person in this fandom.

They're @/snow-owl-oddities. Please report, and block them, so they can get suspended for good.

Mention of Pedophile

Okay, not only they're a proshipper, they also simp over Luke, a CHILD.

This is them responding to an anon calling their behavior out:

"Baby faced short adults exist" Girlie missed the point 💀

Hold on..... Got another screenshot

"Last time I checked being a thousand years old doesn't make someone a child" Girlie, your pedophilic ass is smelly.

"Someone's taste in fiction doesn't dictate what they like and believe irl" not them pulling the 'iT's FiCtIoN' excuse

If you want to excuse their creepy ass, I hope you can't.

Obey Me fandom is alive, but it is full of creepy people

Also, they blocked me. So, whoever read this, please raise awareness

[minced-mangoes]

I am in love with the concept of the demons in the devildom having to shed their horns, as well as possible shedding of fur, feathers, scales, or skin. With this we have to assume the demon's horns align closer to antlers than actual horns, since horns don't shed, but antlers do. Either way these are magical creatures so fuck logic. I can do what I want. Maybe they don't actually fall off, but instead shed a layer of keratin, keeping the horns shiny, strong, and unmarred. For some demons this shedding is easier, like for Lucifer and Diavolo's horns. However, with demons like Mammon and Barbatos, the details on the horn make it much harder to come off, often needing assistance.

The shed keratin from demon's horns can be used for other things, typically the creation of beauty products, and demons can get good grimm for handing in shed horn layers. I also think Satan will have to do this with his tail.

Now, the feathered demons tend to have the problem of occasional molting, and losing feathers. I'd also imagine they'd have to spend a lot of time preening and plucking their wings. Lucifer might need your help pulling a blood feather or two. Help him, please. Fur. I'm mostly thinking Belphie here. He sheds. Everywhere. Usually Beel helps by brushing out his fur, but you can definitely assist as well, it's lot of fur and four hands are better than two. Scales, this is for Levi. Please help him shed. It's not comfortable and he can't pay attention to his games if his scales have a layer peeling off. Dunk him in water, get him some nice rocks to rub up against, and peel off anything that gets really stuck. He'll be smooth, shiny, and happy afterwards.

And for the demons with wings that aren't feathered? I assume they'd need to be cared for as well. The thin wing membrane will need moisturizing. For the bug demons? help them shed their exoskeletons. I'm thinking specifically Beel and Asmo here. Yes, I headcanon they have to shed like bugs. Beel not as much, since he's a fly, but Asmo's sin animal is a scorpion, he's gonna need to get rid of that old exoskeleton as he grows. Also he comes out so much shinier and more beautiful! You gotta help him be as gorgeous as he can be!

All and all demon forms need a lot of maintenance. But that's okay, you're there to assist. Hey, maybe this will help you bond. And when you need a little help with caring for yourself, your demons will repay your kindness. ~~~ Tomi here! I take requests via my ask box! Please PLEASE PLEASE drop ideas or just things you want me to talk about there or in my comments,,, I eat stuff like that for lunch,,,

[cowboydio]

Modern au 🩷donatella and doppio. (Ft. the pinks questionable dynamic)

[authormars]

Demons and Sleeping

So, obviously we know demons sleep from various texts in the og game (I have no idea about NB, I literally just got OG a week ago. This was totally not prompted by a Mammon text I received)

But according to my canon (which is overly complicated because apparently I enjoy making life hard for my ADHD girlfriend who doesn't remember half the stuff I text her) not all demons have to sleep.

For example, Barbatos. Yes, he can sleep. Yes, he can get exhausted. But the hours of rest he has to get per week is close to 0 because of what kind of demon he is.

Sloth demons always need at least 12 hours a day, normally more like 16-17. Gluttony demons have a tendency more toward 9-11 hours a day. Lust demons can go without sleep for a day, but they generally average 8-10. Wrath demons don't need a whole lot, most only really needing maybe 6 hours a night (which is why I have the headcanon Satan spends half the night reading)

Envy demons don't really have a consensus, but most normally depression sleep for 7-9 hours. Greed demons are like lust where they can go a bit without sleeping, but generally need 7-8 hours. Pride demons, however, are fucking weird.

Pride demons can go without sleep for 3 days and be fine. Their general need for sleep per week is maybe 10 hours. Maybe 14. Which is why I have the headcanon Lucifer legitimately doesn't get tired the first night he pulls an all-nighter. The subsequent days after... Are a different story.

Royal demons are also weird. Due to the Royal Family (Diavolo's family) encompassing all sins, he doesn't really have a set need for sleep. Depending on how he's feeling, he could need 16 hours or he could need 4. Which obviously frustrates his pride demon boyfriend who's trying to do work and his time demon butler/mom who just wants to not deal with his shenanigans during the night

And not just sleeping hours. It's also how they sleep. Demons have to keep their human forms with magic, which is why lower demons don't have a human form. So when demons are asleep, they generally revert into a human-demon shape, not unlike their demon forms. They still look human, but their tails, wings, and/or horns will be out.

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk. Please ask me things. I love Dialuci. Remember to drink water today <3

[barbatosgossipsection]

[chaosinterlude]

thinking about lucifer again and how much i hate the “sadist” image he has.

in the words of the lovely kazuya yamashita (lucifer’s va) in what is probably my favorite otaku fm episode: i believe lucifer thinks about his brothers constantly. honestly love how much kazuya seems to understand lucifer’s character pretty well.

and it doesn’t take that much digging to realize how much lucifer cares about his family. he signed away the freedom he just earned to save his sister. he kept it a secret from his brothers to save them the hurt - thinking it’d be better if that burden fell to him alone. he hid belphie away in the attic to prevent diavolo from finding out belphie wanted to destroy humanity - and face punishment that’s likely worse than death for it. lucifer relies on mammon the most, the one who he seems to be the strictest with. and honestly, i’d be strict too if the last time i rebelled against authority i lost my sister. lucifer is strict with them to protect them, to protect his family.

and i keep thinking about mammon who expressed to have no regrets following lucifer after the celestial war. about beel who sees it as his duty to follow and protect lucifer. about levi being introduced to anime and manga through lucifer.

it’s really no wonder that the way to lucifer’s heart is getting along with his family.

this is only the tip of the iceberg, and there’s so much more to say! but yeah, i think the sadist label is a huge mischaracterization.

[astaroth1357]

Devildom Wedding Headcanons

I realized you probably wouldn't get a Christian wedding in Hell.

cw: lotta alcohol, Satanic themes

Weddings in the Devildom are anything but a quiet affair. They're noisy, colorful, and caked in excess.

A demon world wedding ceremony could be mistaken for a nonstop reception. The guests are always on their feet, constantly on the move by dancing, swinging, hooting, howling, and jumping. Raucous revelry is seen as a sign of support for the pairing.

Demonus flows at all points of the ceremony, though not in high concentrations so most guests can partake throughout the whole event. Food is also served plentiful and easily portable so the dancing doesn't have to stop for snacks.

Wedding venues tend to be outdoors to accommodate the movement. Couples often choose town squares, forest clearings, or parks to hold their ceremonies. It will go on no matter what weather as magic can be used to keep things dry and temperate. Thunderstorms are actually signs of good fortune as the realm is seen as adding noise to the festivities.

The decor is often chaotic and colorful. Guests are encouraged to bring their own flowers, fruits, and paints to crush and throw as they're moving. There is no coordination between parties, so all sorts of petals, juices, and colors will be mixed together by the end.

Music is bright and energetic. Swing jazz is a popular choice as it often reflects the energy of the venue. Full bands can be brought out or bands of friends and family members can partake in keeping things lively.

Fire is a big part of the ceremony. Torches, braziers, and bonfires are used for illumination - themselves alight in fantastic, magical colors. More expensive ceremonies will even opt to use shadow magic to make words and images from the shadows of the dancers.

The couple being wed is expected to be barefoot throughout the event, no matter the venue. It symbolizes willingness to tred a dangerous path together. Outfits are selected jointly, often to match in some way, to further demonstrate the unity.

The couple arrives together and enters the venue at the same time, upon which they will take their place in the center of the festivities - often marked by a large bonfire/stone/effigy. The couple dances to the music as the guests link hands to form moving circles around them.

Glasses of demonus are eventually passed to the couple in the center. The pair take turns speaking individually to their partner and the crowd, making declarative statements about their love and future devotion to one another in a form reminiscent of a toast. The crowd is encouraged to cheer or heckle if statements seem inauthentic.

A guest of the couples' choosing then brings them a set of rings to place onto each other. Once the rings are secured, they are allowed to kiss, then drink from their glasses as demonus and paint is showered onto them like champagne.

The ceremony moves right along to the reception within seconds. The guests are allowed to rest, eat, stand, and converse among themselves and with the couple. Wedding games such as Drunk Lawn Darts or Hot Coal Races are played while guests intermittently give speeches and toasts.

The reception ends when guests are too exhausted/wasted to continue any further. The couple is allowed to leave at earliest convenience to consummate the final event if they so choose to, though it's poor manners to leave before speaking to all guests.

Jobs allow two days of time off for employees to recover from expected hangovers.

[b1zmuth]

If Hell Itself, Was Beautiful. | Diavolo X Reader

SC \\ implied smut, heavy fluff, diavolo being a goof, jealousy if you really squint hard, mutual pining

TL:DR: Diavolo falls head over heels for you, and battles his own thoughts about if he should go through with his confession. whilst you do the exact same thing lmao

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Diavolo didn't know when ‘’it’’ happened, or really… how it happened. 

As far as his mind will let him remember, he just thinks of the time when he first met you on that fateful day, your bewilderment as to where you were and how you ended up in such a strange, unfamiliar place- and that's when he locked eyes with yours, seeing that same look of astonishment and intrigue that he had in his own.

And your eyes didn't lie, during your first couple of days in the Devildom, you had already managed to make a pact with Mammon- managed to, somewhat, outwit Lucifer, and didn't get killed by Belphegor…just truly amazing feats! Something.. Worthy of a king’s attention for sure!

‘’My lord…you have a….’’

If only he could just.. Have you see him in the way he sees you.

Someone who could rival his own strength, pull their own weight, be so caring for him.. Especially with someone like him and his immense amount of emotional baggage..

He wonders if you would like to be with someone like him one day, someone who could give you the world if you ask- 

‘’My lord! My apologies for coming in unannounced, but your presence is requested elsewhere.’’ a slim and tall figure walks into the bedroom of Lord Diavolo, fixing an unruly strand of his black and green hair before he presents himself in front of the prince- ‘’If you are feeling unwell then I can make arrangements to clear your schedule for today?’’

‘’No, Barbatos. Im alright! Let us prepare to leave.’’ Diavolo said with a forced smile, not liking the interruption to his deep-thinking moment- and really, he was more upset that he would have to face reality for once- knowing that his beloved MC most likely didn't reciprocate his feelings back.

At least he wouldn’t have the gut-wrenching feeling of watching you smile at others- ‘’no, no.. that's just wrong to think!” 

Listening to Barbatos talk about the agenda for today, Diavolo just spaced out for most of the walk throughout the castle- only tuning in when it was something that caught his ear, until he heard Barbatos finally say something that ripped him out of his daydream-

‘’Oh! Apologies for missing one part- Lucifer has requested an audience with you about the ball. Although, he says it is an urgent matter’’ He flashes Diavolo a small shrug on his shoulders and continues walking before Diavolo finally speaks up- ‘’What ball?’’ his confused tone shocking the butler who just turned around and gave him a confused but professional look.

‘’Satan’s late birthday ball, m’lord?’’ Barbatos responded, keeping up his end of the facade- giving a small smile to his lord.

Meanwhile, in the House of Lamentation.. 

It is almost Diavolos birthday! This means Lucifer becomes more strict and everyone is running around preparing for the large event..which includes you..

It's been nonstop running around and visiting different vendors with Lucifer, supervising the rest of his brothers for hours on end with Lucifer, preparing invites with Lucifer, and doing paperwork… with Lucifer. God, someone. anyone! please take you out! Lucifer can be fun at times- but this was just too much.

But, if it was all for Diavolo, then maybe it wouldn't be so bad. 

The plan you and Lucifer devised was to throw Diavolo a surprise birthday party, masking it under the cover of Satan’s Late Birthday Bash, you both decided to enlist the help of the brothers, Solomon, Simeon, Luke, and of course, Barbatos. 

Alas! A foolproof plan was created to make the best birthday party for Diavolo there ever was! Hooray! There was nothing that could go wrong, unless, you know, every vendor in the area just so happened to go out of business at the exact same time! 

You finished up your tasks with Lucifer for the day, exchanging your goodbyes and heading off into your respective rooms- you in yours, quickly getting ready for bed and drifting off into a peaceful slumber, counting the sheep that jumped over the fence in your dream.. 

Ding! 

Ding! Ding! 

You grumbled, watching as the sheep in your dream now started yelling like bells instead of ‘’Bahh!’’ .. which was odd? But you just dismissed it as just your mind playing tricks on you.

Ding ding ding ding ding!

Ding! 

Now half awake due to the annoying bell-sounding sheep constantly screaming- you rolled over to cover your ears with your pillow- only to KEEP on hearing those fucking bell-sounding sheep!

Ding! 

‘’Okay, what gives! Fuckass bell sheep!’’ you groaned loudly, searching for your phone, which the second you picked it up and held it- started flash-banging you with notifications and its turned-up-to-the-max brightness. ‘’ACK!’’

It took a little while before you finally started seeing everything correctly again- but you finally started checking your phone which had been outed as the culprit for the ‘’bell sheep incident’’- ‘’57 missed messages? At..’’ you glanced at the clock, the time reading 4:26- ‘’four in the morning?! Jesus fuck!’’ your eyes widened at the sight, practically doing cartwheels in your eyesockets from how hard you rolled your eyes.  

[3:57] [Prideful Bastard] : Rise and shine everyone. There are a lot of things we have to do today. Please get dressed at meet me in the common room at 4. 

[4:06] [please never go near a church] : you woke us all up with this fuckass message just to tell us to get ready at four in the damn morning? I outta turn you into dust! 

[4:07] [Levichan] : Satans right! There is no reason for us 2 be awake at this hour! 

[4:10] [Prideful Bastard] : When you say ‘’us’’ you mean everyone here excluding yourself, right? We all heard you yelling over losing a raid, AGAIN.

You didn't feel the need to read the rest of the messages complaining to Lucifer- just scrolling through and reading some messages that were asking the reasons as to why the prideful bastard wanted everyone awake so early. 

And then here you are, standing half-awake, barely even conscious enough to register anything Lucifer was ordering of you- the other brothers in the same state, groaning and mumbling about how unfair he was for having them move around boxes full of things at FOUR in the fuckin morning.

But it was all for his birthday, and you would do anything just to see his smile, right?

You haven't got a wink of sleep yet, even after your rude awakening via Lucifer earlier this morning, but you kept pushing on, determined to get the work assigned to you done faster in order to feel the sweet relief of your bed- the washing waves of a peaceful slumber washing over your body, the sweet comforting feeling of your covers…oh how wonderful it would be! 

That whole idea of your bed kept you awake and conscious long enough to get all of your tasks done and finally go to sleep.. To hopefully see his smile beaming at you, thanking you for all of your hard work and demonstrating how much work ethic you could really show off.. Making him praise you, dance with you, and to your hopeful imagination- he would…. Kiss you.

I mean, who wouldn’t want THE Diavolo, ruler of all demons, the finest demon in the lands, to lay his golden gaze on someone who’s been pining after him since the moment you lied eyes on him in the student council room, his rich, deep, chocolatey voice working wonders on your nerves….chocolate.. Mm. 

You slowly started drifting off into a deep sleep, the images of sheep-turned-chocolate-bars jumping over several fences plaguing your dream- although, you didn't really mind since you started to go on a rampage, shoving the chocolate bar sheep down your throat at record speeds.

Chocolate..

And that was the last thing you thought about whilst still in a conscious state- before the milk sheep arrived- and we really shouldn’t talk about that incident.. But you eventually ended up sleeping in for the last two days leading up to Diavolo’s party, and now you sat in your bed, the morning of his party, daydreaming about how you would go about talking to  Diavolo before Lucifer starts hogging all of his attention, AKA, being your only chance to get him alone long enough to confess. 

Oh, how lucky you were that Lucifer came to your room with an offer, the offer to end all others- the offer you were fantasizing about in your dreams! 

Being able to offer Diavolo the first dance of the night.

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‘’I and Barbatos were discussing how the cake that was ordered for Lord Diavolo's party would be arriving late, and that we would need the lights off and Lord Diavolo to be distracted long enough for either of us to get the cake in. The both of us only came up with one solution that would be a long enough distraction for this situation to run smoothly- that being a ballroom dance between someone and Diavolo, preferably someone that he shows interest in as well.’’

You looked at Lucifer with a mix of pure excitement and confusion, his comment about ‘’Preferably someone he shows interest in’’ settling a giddy- schoolgirl’s crush being in the near vicinity of them- feeling deep inside of you, your face trying to mask a gigantic and goofy smile behind a straight one, which totally failed.

‘’I take it that you're very enthusiastic about this position? Well, we should visit Majolish to look for a dress-’’ you cut Lucifer off with an ecstatic shake of your head and an excited squeal, running off to your closet to pull out your sparkly red outfit from the time you and the brothers spent three days at Diavolo’s castle- ‘’No need!’’ you practically shouted at Lucifer, smiling widely at him. 

Lucifer smiled back, excusing himself to let you get your things in order and get ready for this afternoon’s events. 

And then, it was the big event- something both you and Diavolo were anxiously waiting for, awaiting the looks on each other's faces, those mistaken glances that you both dismissed as your mind playing tricks on you, the rhythmic thumping of your hearts in-tune as you traveled to the ballroom- the thought of who would accept their confession, or who would reject it.

Diavolos mind raced at a mile a minute, his thoughts utterly plagued with thoughts of what outfit you would be gracing his eyes with, his hellish soul finally finding some solace in the eye candy that you called your soul, and even though it was Satan’s birthday party, he had no interest in that short-tempered mini version of Lucifer- he only had his eyes on the one person that always managed to brighten his day, make him smile, make his eternal hell more beautiful with every word that you spoke- hell, even down to the simple letters you said made his knees weak! 

All he wanted to see was you tonight, hopefully in that same gorgeous sparkly red outfit you wore to the ball at his castle last time…you looked so breathtaking that he had to manually breathe for a while, of course being a little upset that someone else took up the offer to dance with you..

But all he had to do was just make it through the formalities with numerous noble demons and the..others..and he would be happily frolicking across the room to be the first man to ask you to dance! And even if a certain SOMEONE managed to snatch up the opportunity before him, he would still have another (guaranteed) chance of getting to finally get a dance, and confess, to you! 

He was practically kicking his feet in anticipation of the event- praying to whatever god that would listen to him that you would accept his confession and become forever his..!

And you felt the exact same way, your heart thumping as a single spotlight shone down on your body, making the sparkles on your outfit shine with a fiery red passion, your figure being illuminated with a red aura- the sparkles truly doing their part to make sure you looked your absolute best for your not-so-secret crush- the lights being turned off and everything around you being pitch black helped the sparkles do their part even more.

You started to sweat bullets in anticipation, and the anxiety of Diavolo not accepting both of your proposals- your confession, and your dance- it would be the bane of your existence if he even rejected ONE of your offers, especially in front of the demon brothers who wouldnt let you live that embarrassment down, like forever. 

Until, the man of the hour arrived, in a matching sparkly red suit that sparkled from the reflected light that shone off of your outfit, adorned with a fur coat and golden accessories- his matching golden eyes darting around to presumably look for someone before they cast their golden gaze on you. 

Your hand extends outward towards Diavolo, beckoning him closer with an allusive gloved hand that he gladly abided by soft classical music played in the background as you both joined hands, and before you could even open your mouth, Diavolo stopped you by kissing your gloved hand and asking, ‘’Would you care for a dance, MC?’’ with that same deep chocolatey voice that made the hairs on your body stand up- your head nodding as a answer, and your dance with the devil beginning. 

His hand softly guiding your waist through the song, his golden gaze connecting to yours- never leaving the comfort of the personal sanctuary that you both had created just by simply looking at one another, smiles and blushes that were directed at the other, secret peeks at perfectly kissable lips started the more passionate dance that ended in small giggles and laughs, twirls, and finally a slow dance that ended with your head on Diavolo’s chest, his hands holding you close to him as if you were just going to disappear off of the face of the earth that very second. 

It felt as if the world had stopped, at it was just you and Diavolo together now. 

But still, the same question rang throughout your heads- ‘’Do they love me back?’’ like an unending reminder of the upcoming event that would either have you leaving the room in saddened disappointment or utter glee, you both fished for each other's hands before intertwining them and asking the same big question at the same time, that question that kept you both awake for hours on end, the question that you both fantasized about being an ecstatic ‘’yes!’’ and a not so child-friendly passionate kiss that ended in some bedroom affairs..

‘’I want to be your one and only MC!’’ Diavolo shouted with a massive red blush adorning his face, his eyes closing in some form of weariness before they shot open once they heard what your response was.

‘’I want you to ravish me in bed for hours on end!’’ you had ONE job. 

You only stared into the abyss in horror as you realized exactly what had come out of your mouth, right in front of the demon you were pining after- and with Mammon’s nervous cough, a sputter from Satan, and the sound of Belphies head rising from his pillow didn't help the situation at all. Fuck. 

‘’MC.. I'm flattered, you really are the one for me! I'm so glad that you feel the same way about me as I do you! I also want to ravage you in bed for hours on end! I can't wait for after my birthday party ends, you know?’’ Diavolo smiled, flashing a mischievous smile and picking you up so you would be sitting on his upper arm, watching how your face turned from embarrassment to actual shock to what he SAID to you- mirroring the same faces of quite literally everyone else who stood in total shock considering he just admitted to.. Nevermind. Everyone just took that as the cue to start popping the party streamers and poppers and begin the celebration! 

Pulling yourself out of your daze, you smiled brightly at Diavolo before pulling his face in for a deep kiss- which the latter returned with a smile against your lips before going back to kissing you.

‘’Diavolo?’’ He hums in response, his head now resting against yours- ‘’How did you know the birthday party was for you?’’ Diavolo laughs, pointing to himself and saying ‘’Walking lie detector, that's how my darling!’’ 

You give a dragged-out ‘’oooooooh!’’ before telling Diavolo to join in on the festivities you and the brothers spent a whole day being halfway conscious to prepare- the both of you running over to pester Lucifer about god-knows-what, and enjoying Diavolo’s birthday to the fullest! Given that YOU specifically had an ‘’after-party’’ with Diavolo after the event concluded…and came home to wide-eyed brothers and pestering questions about Diavolo’s private bed life before Lucifer finally chucked a plate at Mammon’s head which shut up the rest of them lickity-split!

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A\N - Yello! biz speaking, this fic quite literally took all of my motivation out, I spent over 8 hours total making this fic and it turned out to be somewhat longer than my LXR fic (12 pages long on Google Docs.. huh.) and I'm pretty happy with how it turned out, and I plan on making fics for all boys before updating on other categories, so drop a follow (if you like) for more obey me x reader content!

Bizmuth 24' | Bizmuth's Workshop

[solomons-poison]

Obey Me request (if you're accepting rn)

Do you do Headcanons? Side characters comforting MC that had a cockroach fly on their face

If not then just Barbatos comforting MC with that same scenario?

If you don't like that scenario then maybe with something you're okay with?

Comforting S/O After a Cockroach Attack

A/N: Hi! I was accepting headcanon requests (closed upon posting this). This gave me the shivers, I cannot stand bugs touching me and especially not on my face, so I can only hope my loves would save me :( I went with side characters as I couldn't really come up with enough content or ideas for just one character for a headcanon ask, I'm sorry, but I hope you enjoy these sweet short headcanons

Featuring: GN reader || Diavolo x reader, Barbatos x reader, Simeon x reader, Solomon x reader, Mephisto x reader, Thirteen x reader, Raphael x reader

Warnings: mentions of bugs/cockroaches; relationship with suitor not specified, up for interpretation

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Regular human world cockroaches are awful enough to deal with. But being in the Devildom, you often come across some truly monstrous equivalents of animals and bugs, some you've grown used to and even liked. But some of them were truly terrifying, and unfortunately, your worst nightmares came true when you had one of those monstrous Devildom cockroaches flying down at you. It took what felt like hours to escape the damned thing, and your shaking form immediately sought out the comfort of your closest confidante...

Diavolo

When you go to Diavolo and tell him what happened, he may laugh a little at first, but don't be angry. He's just always delighted to see all the different reactions you have. It's especially fascinating to him to see how unfazed you are when handling a multitude of demons, especially the likes of the Seven Avatars, but the likes of a bug scares you instead. But he's reminded of a certain butler who also has a certain, unexpected fear...

He'll offer to protect you from them in the future and comfort you for now by cuddling with you. He may even make some dumb jokes to try to distract you and help calm you down, or have you sit beside him while he's working. And if you'd like, he'll also share with you about something that he can't stand, as well (so long as you promise not to tell anyone else, including Barbatos).

Barbatos

When you come running to Barbatos, he's convinced there's a war going on with how worried and freaked out you seem. But once you get the chance to tell him what happened, he's thankfully understanding. He knows too well about dealing with attacks from.. unwanted creatures, and can only imagine how he'd freeze up if he dealt with a rat.

He takes you to his room and makes you some soothing tea or other hot drink to help calm you down. He might invite you to a little baking date to get your mind off of what happened, both by making yourself busy and getting the reward of a delicious treat at the end.

He'll also be sure to educate you on how to prevent and treat bug infestations. After all, he's very familiar with dealing with unwanted pests, so he wants to be sure you're prepared to deal with them in the future in case he's not around to protect you.

Simeon

Simeon, the sweetheart that he is, deeply sympathizes with your fear and is very very sweet about it. He'll provide you hugs, back pats, or even just lend an ear if you want to tell him about what happened. His empathetic self will even shiver after hearing about the bug's description, truly feeling for you and the ordeal you went through.

He may also offer to handle the bug for you, but please don't take him up on it 😬 He might get just as freaked out as you, and then both of you are screaming and running away, which only stresses Luke out. Instead, it's best to let him recruit someone else to handle the bug and perhaps settle down in his room while he reads you some poetry or maybe even TSL.

Solomon

Solomon may laugh a little, like Diavolo, when you tell him what happened, but he'll be quick to apologize if it makes you angry. He's lived a long time and been to so many places, he's so used to all manner of creatures and is completely unfazed by the things found in the Devildom. Once you've calmed down some, he'd be happy to teach you about other crazy creatures commonly found in the Devildom, hoping maybe some prior knowledge will help you at least a little bit in future encounters.

If you'd like, he'll happily teach you a spell to destroy the bug the next time one attacks you, or he may even offer to find and take care of the one that had come after you. Once that's taken care of, he'll be sure to take you on an outing to somewhere fun so you can forget about what happened. At worst, he may try to cheer you up with baking something for you, in which some distractions might be needed. But maybe you can give his cooking to the cockroach...?

Mephistopheles

Mephisto won't make it known to you, but just the mention of a cockroach is enough to get goosebumps on his skin. He sympathizes with you about dealing with such disgusting creatures, and immediately takes you out of there to somewhere perhaps with open air, particularly if its the gardens or a park, somewhere that has a more peaceful feeling to it.

He may be a little mean though and tease you about getting scared by a bug when you're surrounded by demons. But it's easy to see he's just doing that to distract you and make you feel at ease rather than actually insult you, if the gentle look in his eyes is anything to go by. He'll take on a big brother role that he's used to and be your protector for the day.

Thirteen

Thirteen is also loathe to admit it to you, but she hates those cockroaches as well. Anything that flies at her face is a big NO. But luckily, she has her trusty inventions to deal with those pests, all manner of fly swatters, just general melee weapon-looking tools, or traps.

If you ask her nicely or feed her ego a little, she'll help you bug hunt to get rid of the gross things. After all, she doesn't mind the idea of you owing her a favor for her heroic efforts. But really, she's a sucker for you and will hunt down anything that threatens you or your wellbeing.

Raphael

... What do you want him to do about it? I'm kidding. Raphael is a little underwhelming in regards to how comforting he is, but it's mostly because of his stony facial expressions. His eyes show that secret gentleness he has, and although he's not great about verbally comforting you, he'll provide a brief but sweet hug.

If you'd like him to, he's willing to hunt that cockroach down with his spears, although the idea sounds a little nasty to him. But if you don't want to go the murderous route, then he'll just provide you pleasant albeit quiet company until you've calmed down. He's not great at small talk, and he'll be very awkward about it, but he'll try to find things to distract you with and get your mind off them, like puzzles or telling you stories about working with Michael.

[cherryxblossxms]

Masturbation May - Day 8a: First Thing in the Morning (Diavolo)

A/N: Diavolo was suggested by @vampnyx! Sometimes the demon prince just needs to cum ten or twenty times, he can't help how needy he is for his lover :) sorry that it's clearly not May anymore, inspiration hits when it's least expected

Featuring: GN reader || Diavolo x reader

Warnings: masturbation (technically lol); somnophilia??, groping and humping of reader's body but reader gave prior consent; cumshot/cumming on reader's body, some human kink, size kink and a little size difference, dirty talk with a lil degradation, light descriptions of reader's body but not very specific, hinting at continuation of sex with reader at the end; not proofread jafkljsdf

Word count: 2406

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Diavolo was insatiable, and honestly it should have been obvious from the start. He was a massive, powerful demon, coming from a long line of strong warriors stretching back millenia. It existed in his blood, a need to breed and carry on his bloodline. His strength was incredible, so it was only logical that his stamina would match, needing to power his body longer than the average demon.

Unfortunately for you, his human lover, that stamina also transferred to the bedroom. There were plenty of nights that he spent loving you as gently as he could, but it easily lasted all night long, leaving you exhausted and unable to move by the end of it. It came to a point that you had to put a cap on the number of times he could make you cum, otherwise you'd never be able to do anything, bedbound multiple times a week because your boyfriend's game was too good. Of course, Diavolo was very proud of this fact, but he did his best to keep his glee down as he accepted your conditions.

Diavolo appreciated you working out a compromise with him. He definitely didn't blame you, the last thing he wanted was to make you upset or accidentally hurt you. Your sweet, fragile human body could only take so much, he needed to handle you carefully and he wanted to treat you the way you deserved. So he took what he could get, easily reaching the quota you'd set every time he made love to you, getting every last possible drop of cum from you before he either met his restriction or you passed out from exhaustion.

Oftentimes, that meant that Dia was still aching for more long after you'd fallen asleep beside him, your body thoroughly pleasured and showing signs of his love on you, including dark hickeys and the occasional bruise. Tonight was no different, and unfortunately, your visage was only making him hungrier for you, desperate for your touch once more. Diavolo decided to try to sleep off his lust, letting his mind drift to what he hoped would be sweeter, more innocent dreams. But luck clearly wasn't on his side.

Even in his dreams, he couldn't seem to escape his desire.

You both had passed out in the early morning, and Diavolo woke just a few hours later, coming out of a delicious dream not much different from what you two had been doing the night prior. Without looking down, he knew he was already hard again and tenting the sheets, still feeling the lingering phantom feel of your lips on his body, could see your body above him as you rode him at your own leisurely pace and remembered the slick, tight squeeze of your core wrapped around his dick. It never failed to amaze him how well you took his length and rode him like a champ, even going so far as to haunt him deliciously in his subconscious.

Now here he was, standing at attention, already leaking like a faucet and raring to go but knowing your body was likely still exhausted from earlier. It wasn't the first time this happened, so luckily, you'd already sorted out a plan with your needy lover. When Dia was feeling insatiable but your quota was met, you'd allow him to still use you afterwards, even while sleeping. Of course, you knew you wouldn't be able to take him fully like that, he was still a challenge to take even while awake. But most everything else was on the table, with prior discussion.

Diavolo liked to try to rein himself in where he could, even with this allowance, but the remnants of his dream were making his blood run hot, and all he ached for was your touch in the morning light. He scooted closer to your body, where you lay turned away, giving him a nice view of your back and buttocks where the sheets were slipping away. You were thoroughly marked up, little bites showing especially on your hips and the fat of your ass that weren't helping his raging boner.

He couldn't help but lean forward to kiss your back, his hand slinking down to finally relieve the pressure in his groin. He used the generous pre-cum leaking from his slit as lube, spreading it across his shaft for less friction. As he twisted his wrist, he was kissing and nibbling on your flesh, enjoying the way goosebumps rose on your skin in response. He could hear you softly whine and wondered if he was becoming part of your dreams, like you had for his.

Before long, his hips started to thrust forward, in search of more stimulation. His hand was never enough, not now that he had you. And it was like a forbidden fruit dangling in front of him, being able to see and feel your lovely body, but knowing he couldn't do all that he wanted right now. He could wake you up, see if you were OK to continue on, but he hated disturbing your rest.

After a moment of deliberating, he helped lower you forward against the bed, your arms automatically coming up in your sleep for better comfort. He straddled your hips now, taking a moment to admire your body, all the curves and angles he'd long since memorized and smothered in his love. He reached a hand down to gently squeeze your ass, then continued stroking his shaft with his other hand, just recalling to memory the feel of your body against his last night. He imagined taking you now, prone against the sheets, caging you in so you can only hold on for dear life as he filled you again and again. You always did make the best noises when you were at his whim, just a slave to his passionate thrusts.

Diavolo didn’t even realize his eyes had shut, giving in to his pleasure and imagining it was you he was fucking instead of his fist. He couldn’t see, then, the precum he was leaking on you, dirtying you in his lust. But occasionally, he did bump against your body, accidentally at first before starting to do it intentionally, his frenulum rubbing just right against your asscheeks to add to his pleasure.

The plush of your ass and the warmth and softness of your skin helped him along, and before he knew it, he was chanting under his breath. He wasn't very vocal in terms of moans or whimpers, usually grunting in his effort at the most. But he made up for it in talking to you, loved describing in explicit detail how your body squeezed his cock, how he loved watching your eyes roll back as you came for him over and over, how he couldn't wait to mark you with his seed, either inside or out.

"Ffffuck, my love, you feel so good," he panted out, the filthy, slick fapping sounds of his fist filling the air as his hand moved faster. "Love your sweet little human body, how soft you are, how pliant. Such a good little human for me."

As if in response, your hips raised a little, almost like you wanted to present yourself to him, and he certainly didn't miss that. It gave Diavolo a better angle to work with, easier to bump against you.

"Oh? Are you dreaming of me, my love? Are you dreaming of me taking you like this, like my own little fuck toy?" Although you still didn't wake, Dia could see just enough of your face to notice your expression twisted. It was looking very similar to the expression you gave him when he'd thoroughly turned you on and you were just waiting for the moment he'd grant mercy and finally make you cum.

In his lust, he forgot he wasn't trying to wake you, had intended to simply use you a little as encouragement to pleasure himself, but the way your body almost seemed to submit to him now was driving him crazy. He stopped stroking his cock for a moment to grab your ass cheeks, backing up a little and spreading them to get a good look at your core, your now exposed hole already clenching as if in anticipation of his body, your arousal obvious. Oh it was a fight not to take you then and there.

"And look how needy you are, clenching around nothing," he continued. As he kept you spread open, he sandwiched his cock between your cheeks, his abundant precum working well as lubricant as he slowly started to thrust. "You say you're exhausted but it looks like you're already ready for me. You look like I could just slide right in, and you wouldn't even wake up. What do you think of that?"

Of course, you didn't respond, and he didn't expect you to. Really, he had no intention of actually doing that. Your rules were clear when you'd allowed him this much: no penetration, at least not involving his dick specifically, and the last thing he ever wanted to do was destroy your trust or hurt you. But just letting his imagination run wild was enough to fuel his building climax, and the dirty speech simply helped.

He could hear the soft repetitive plap as his large balls tapped against you, and he remembered taking you in this exact position many times in the past. In fact, it was one of his favorites, second only to mating press. Something about it let him reach a particularly deep spot in you, where your legs had jolted every time his cockhead kissed it the first time you two tried it, pulling out a mewl from your lips as he abused this new knowledge. And of course, he was always enamored with how deep he could cum inside you that way, too. You hadn't been able to walk by the end of it, limbs trembling and brain full of mush for longer than usual afterwards, and Dia was obsessed with it.

As he continued thrusting, his strong fingertips still holding your hips and ass up against him, he imagined it now, wishing so deeply he could be buried inside you again. He could feel his climax rising up quickly, and wanted more than anything to empty himself in you. But he settled for a backshot as his pleasure crested, accidentally shoving his weight forward as his balls clenched, just moments before hot ropes of cum shot out. He quickly righted himself, moving back to stroking his throbbing cock with one hand, his free hand squeezing your ass cheek and exposing your hole again, just in time to cum across your ass and your opening as well.

Diavolo was breathing heavily, heartbeat thumping throughout his body, and he gave himself a moment to settle down before looking at his handiwork. It was filthy and gorgeous all the same time, his precious seed covering your skin and dripping down your ass. Something in him wanted to always see you like this, mark you in his seed whenever he could, as unfeasible as it was. However, he couldn’t help but curse as the post nut clarity hit hard, realizing what a mess he made and knowing he’d have to still clean you up, too. He was a prince and a gentleman, after all, he couldn’t just leave you like this.

Diavolo was sure he was much less than quiet in the act, but now that he was hyper-aware of himself again, he was trying to determine how to quietly remove himself to fetch a washcloth for you. However, a soft giggle alerted him, and he looked over to see you looking back at him over your shoulder, a dreamy smile on your face. Your eyes were droopy, trying to blink the sleep out of them yet, but it was clear you knew exactly what happened. Dia couldn’t help it as his face heat up, feeling like he’d been caught in the act even though you’d already given him the okay to start with.

“I thought my dreams were getting pretty horny suddenly. Did you have fun?” you asked, your voice still a little groggy.

Your lover cleared his throat, moving off of your body to give you some space once more.

“I think you’re asking something you already know the answer to, my love,” he chided, and you giggled again. He glanced over at you, his gaze apologetic as he reached out to stroke your face. “Sorry for waking you. Just give me a moment and I will get you cleaned up, then you can go back to sleep.”

You smiled at his touch, before wiggling your hips and kissing his hand, sneaking your tongue out to lick one of his fingers suggestively. That caught Diavolo’s attention, particularly that of his flagging cock as the blood immediately started to rush south for the second time this morning.

“Careful, love, I’m still feeling insatiable this morning, and I know you must be exhausted. You’re really poking the beast.” His tone was warning, but his twitching cock was calling to you, regardless, hopeful for more.

You hummed, taking one of his fingers into your mouth and suckling. Diavolo’s breath hitched as he felt your tongue swirl around the digit, and he was speechless as your mouth popped off of him suddenly, a thin thread of saliva connecting you still.

“Well, maybe I’ve recovered a little and want to see some more of this beast, how about that? Besides, you went and got me all turned on too, getting all handsy like that.” Diavolo couldn’t refute that, he had definitely pushed the boundaries of your agreement. “Maybe if you help me clean off in the bath, we can see just how much more I can take.”

Diavolo was quick to gather you into his arms after that, barely taking a moment to wrap a sheet around you to protect from wandering eyes as he rushed off towards the royal baths. It was almost comical the way his cock bobbed as he practically ran off, and if he wasn’t next in line for the throne, he’d be a laughingstock in the court. But when it came to you, there was much Diavolo was more than willing to put up with; he could handle a little humiliation so long as he had you.

You were truly going to be the death of him.

[celestialrealms]

Diavolo's call from his HDD card, though..... 🥺🥺

[radarchives]

[cnl0400]

"How are they going to make Thirteen/Mephistopheles/Raphael dateable If they aren't interesing in the MC"?

>A take made by someone who hasn't played S4 or any of the Memory cards/events that feature these three, or have gotten the Birthday calls...

It's even funnier with Raphael, because he's probably the one who states the most that he wants to get closer to MC, where do the "no interest" thing even comes from??

Even If you read all this cues as platonic, It doesn't mean that they can't become romantic later. That's what development Is for?????

[cosmo112]

PET names BASED ON OBEY ME DEMON FORMS

Lucifer - he reminds me VICIOUSLY of a sugar. He’d date a country bitch and love every second (hi I’m country bitch—)

Mammon - Golden Apple (fuck gapple even.) it’s CHARMING

Leviathan - Lord of The Shadows [TSL REFRENCE. I’M HIS HENRY AND HE’S MY LORD FUCK]

Satan - his demon form reminds me of bug so he’s my Snuggle Bug

Asmodeus - Love Bud!!! He flower 🥺

Beelzebub - LOVE BUG‼️‼️‼️‼️ cus’ bug 🥺🫵

Belphegor - moo moo (ANOTHER GREAT NON-BINARY GUARDIAN NAME?!)

Diavolo - babygirl— I mean uhm ehem prince-y

Barbatos - I know Pompeii was like- tragic. But it’s such a cute word?? Plus pom pom 😶😶 best non-binary ever (my hc)

[shoechoe]

I think it's kind of funny that for the protagonists in VA, selling drugs (particularly to children but also in general) is like a huge moral issue for them with it being Bruno's main deal that first gets him to feel betrayed by the Boss and (in PHF) characters go on spiels about how Drugs Bad. Meanwhile Diavolo himself never even says a word about his operation of the drug trade nor ever finds out that's what they were taking issue with before the whole "trying to kill his daughter" thing. Like imagine if Bruno brought up Diavolo selling drugs during his king crimson fight and he just went like "Wait what Bruno you're in a gang how are you surprised we do crimes lol"

[adrianasunderworld]

Listen, Obey Me Events are never serious, I know that. But seeing them talk so seriously about "Dark Demon Santa" and how he's loose and making everyone violent, all while wearing those goofy ass antlers. I can't with Diavolo rn. 😂😂