#lord diavolo x mc

[kpop-otome-yandere-here]

Solomon: A person becomes more likable when they are clumsy or make mistakes; this is called the pratfall effect.

Diavolo, looking at Mc: You know, that actually makes a lot of sense sense.

[pigletxpoohbear]

I need a big boy... or two (Lord Diavolo x MC x Beelzebub)

Warning and background info: reader is AFAB, 18+, porn with some plot, cunilingus, nipple play, making out, teasing, insecurities, this is my FIRST smut fic

It’s been two years since you first came to Devildom. After your first semester and you spent spring break with Solomon in the Human World, everyone missed having you around even though you’d only been gone for a week convincing Lord Diavolo to ask if you wanted to stay in Devildom permanently instead of leaving back to the Human World in two months, which you said yes almost instantly. Everyone was happy to know that you were staying and they didn’t have to worry about you possibly not coming back. Especially two people in particular. 

You talked to Diavolo about school customs and how May, June, and July were usually months where you were let out of school to have fun, hang out with friends, and sometimes party, but there was also summer school for anyone that wasn’t meeting expectations and would need to catch up if needed or wanted. Diavolo thought it would be a good idea to at least try and see how the method worked and frankly it worked surprisingly well in the first year. Lucifer enrolled Mammon in summer school and he was able to make up two years of school work in two months and still have a month free, a ton of students were able to get more attentive one on one help from their teachers allowing them not only to catch up, but also help the teachers understand the best method of teaching, and because it was unknown how many students would join there was constantly an excessive amount of food leftover, which meant Beelzebub was able to go the school and eat all the leftovers and no one would be mad.

It was currently the middle of June and Devildom was going through a heatwave and you and the boys were scheduled to go to the beach with Lord Diavolo and Barbatos soon. The angels had gone back to the Celestial Realm to cool off and Solomon went to take care of some business in the Human Realm, which everyone was worried about because he said something about a new cake and or cookie recipe. Barbatos had shown up with an SUV and Mammon pulled his car out and you all made decisions about who was going in which car. You already made it known that you’d go in whichever car Beel was going to be in cause you had his snacks, which Dia chipped in and said you can sit between him and Beel in the third row of the SUV, which sounded fine since you were the smallest of everyone and they were the biggest. They both however had other plans in mind.

Dia had been the one to suggest the trip not because he thought it was a good way to cool off, but because you wore some very short shorts and a t-shirt and was hoping going to the beach would allow you to reveal a little more. Imagine how pleased he was to see your sundress so snug, but still flowy that it seemed to get "stuck" every here and there when walking to give everyone certain items they forgot.

Beel had used his sin to his advantage and asked if you could hold his snacks for him after he saw you using a compartment spell except you used it differently than most, where you pull things from your back pocket or bra out of thin air. He had asked if you could start holding onto some snacks for whenever you and him went places together and being the sweet little MC he loves of course you said yes. Today it seemed different because he could've sworn you pulled a snack out from your chest, but it didn't seem like you were wearing a bra the way your chest and dress had moved.

Lucifer, Mammon, and Asmo went in Mammon's car. Mammon telling Lucifer he can drive, but he's going with him and Asmo immediately asking to take the entire backseat, which was fine since the SUV had enough room for everyone else. Barbatos and Satan agreed to sit in the front, while Belphie and Levi sat in the middle row, and you, Dia, and Beel would sit in the back together. Dia had gotten in the back first where he got an "accidental" glance down your sundress revealing you hadn't been wearing a bra. Beel on the other hand was climbing in behind you, which is when he noticed you were either not wearing underwear or they were very minimal as if they might as well not be there. Levi immediately turned on a game with his headphones on and Belphie immediately went to sleep as soon as they got in the car. As you all left the House of Lamentation you didn't notice, but Dia and Beel had watched your chest bounce while driving down the brick road to get to the pavement. They had both glanced over to the other to see if the other had noticed and locked eyes with each other before looking out their windows.

It was going to be a while before they got to the beach and the three of you were making plans when Beel and Dia asked what your plan was. You said either sun bathe or hang out in the water and play games. Dia and Beel glanced at each other for a moment before Dia spoke. "MC do you have anything under that?" "Currently no. I was thinking about putting something on when we got to the beach, but it's too hot for that many clothes right now." After your answer they looked over you to each other again and back at you. "MC were you thinking about possibly not wearing a swimsuit at the beach," Beel asked. "Well yeah, but I wanted to see how the water felt first you know. Besides we'll be the only ones there so I'm not too worried about anyone finding me nude." "You wouldn't be worried about me or the brothers seeing you naked? Or would you be walking around in just swim bottoms?" Dia's question had both his and Beel's mind racing and struggling to calm down. "No, I wouldn't be worried about it," you lied, you were beyond nervous about it, but for some reason Beel and Dia seemed to have an interest. You tried to act natural, but the thought of Dia or Beel finding you naked had you hot and bothered and Beel could smell it. "Are you sure you're not worried about it," Beel asked while grabbing your thigh very gently and then rubbing his hands on them very slowly. Dia followed Beel's lead and pulled down one of your dress straps before pulling down the other bringing his lips close to your ear. "Beelzebub is right. You smell worried about it and it seems like your breast deceives you, MC." Your mind was racing and you didn't know what to say or how to respond physically to their advances. While you were raking your mind for an answer Beel asked another question. "If you think it's so hot. Me and Lord Diavolo wouldn't mind if you took off some clothes to feel more… comfortable, would you like to take the dress off so you can wind down better?" 

You didn't know how you got here after Beel's question. Your dress was discarded on the floor of the backseat. You had your back against Dia's chest as he played with your nipples and was kissing you to keep you quiet and Beel was between your legs fingering you while eating you out as if you were either his last meal or his favorite meal. You couldn't tell which because your mind had gotten so cloudy because of how many times he'd made you come with either just his mouth, just his fingers, or both at once. It felt unfair. Dia and Beel had all their clothes on, but you were completely exposed to them. You gently pushed Beel's head away and he immediately stopped what he was doing and tapped Dia and he stopped what he was doing too. "What's wrong," Beel asked in a hushed voice. As you tried to remember what you were going to ask they both began to worry you didn't want this. "I just wanted to know, what did you two want me to do for you?" They both chuckled at your question. "Oh darling MC. We don't want anything from you…"  "for now," Beel added. "All we want right now is to pleasure you,” Dia finished. “Me and Beelzebub will however be switching spots now because I’ve been interested in finding out how you taste for a while now.” After Dia finished his sentence he and Beel gently moved you to switch positions. “MC,” Levi said very suddenly, but not taking his eyes away from his game. “Y-yeah Levi. What’s up?” “Could you give me my snack?” “Sure,” you pointed to Beel and mouthed to reach in your dress and he pulled out two Comfort Candies. “Thank you,” Levi said putting his headphones back on and getting back into focus of his game. Once Dia and Beel were sure that his was focused on his game again they continued to move you to switch positions. Dia took position in between you legs and Beel immediately started kissing you before Dia got started. When he licked you he quickly started to eat you out with vigor and struggled to hold in a groan. Even though you had came so many times already you could already start to feel yourself come undone again. It felt as if Dia’s tongue was even longer and stronger than Beel’s. Beel pushed his tongue into your mouth and twisted your nipples causing you to squirt on Dia’s face. Dia took his beach towel and wiped his face, while Beel helped slide your dress back on. You were so tired that afterwards you fell asleep on Dia’s shoulder while holding both his and Beel’s hand. Beel pocketed your underwear to save for later. While you slept Beel and Dia came up with ideas for what the three of you could do together at the beach and back at the the Demon Lord’s Castle.

[tsukii0002]

Diavolo couldn't help it, his eyes always wandered towards the human, a noble lady was talking to him about the new mining plan, but he was watching how Mc was joking with Mammon and Satan; his father's old friend was telling him an anecdote of his youth shared with his progenitor, but the prince could only follow Mc's footsteps dancing with Simeon; a nobleman spoke to him about his daughter and how he should start thinking about marriage, but he, Diavolo, could only think about Mc, about their smile, their eyes, their witticisms and their sarcasm, about how they spoke to him, how they laughed with him, how they treated him. All he could think about was Mc.

Frustration was spreading through his whole being, even though all his thinking was Mc, he couldn't reach out to them in the same way as others. He couldn't joke with them, he couldn't even talk in a casual way, he couldn't take them out dancing or go out to any bar, he couldn't hike, go to see movie or walk around holding their arm, he couldn't drop everything and go with them.

Because he was a prince and they were a normal person, he had a great responsibility and they had an ephemeral life, he had to dedicate his life to his people and they would dedicate their to those they loved the most, he was a demon and they were a human. And as much as he wanted, as much as he wished, even though he could do everything possible for them to be his consort, it could never be possible.

So he had to be content to always watch them, always listen to them, and always love them in silence.

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A small situation in which Diavolo is aware that due to his position, he will never be able to finish with Mc, because the human does not want all that weight, that responsibility, and Diavolo would not be able to impose it on them for his own happiness. Just an idea written quickly.

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[veras-fanfic-reblogs]

I don't think my friends understand when I say that drinking in Obey Me isn't enough for me. I need it inside my veins.

🌠 and I’ll have to say... Diavolo fluff please?

Genre: fluff Warnings: none

Diavolo sways from side to side with you, humming softly into your ear. You two decided to have a secret rendezvous at the gazebo after dinner and when the crickets and frogs started to sing, he asked you to dance. It wasn’t so much dancing as it was hugging and swaying back and forth. 

He suddenly stops and makes you pull away to look at him. You squeal when he spins you and holds your back to his front, giggles escaping you as he wraps his strong arms around your waist. “There’s a shooting star. Make a wish,” he whispers into your ear. 

You tilt your head back and look up at the sky, finding the shooting star quickly. You watch it with a smile on your face, your body leaning into Diavolo’s. “Why would I make a wish when I have everything I want right here with me?” you ask softly. He hums in your ear before spinning you around to face him again. 

“When did you become such a smooth talker?” he teases, lowering his face closer to yours. 

“When I realized that the Lord Diavolo isn’t as big and bad as he seems. You’re just a soft teddy bear that likes hearing sugar-sweet words,” you tease right back with a smirk. He chuckles at this before finally connecting your lips, the kiss barely lasting since you two are smiling too much. 

“I love you, my lord.” Another laugh from him. 

“I love you more, my star,” he whispers before giving you another kiss. Guess he’s adding a new pet name to the already long list.

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[angrykittenvoid]

You owe me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Our one month starts now.”

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

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

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

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

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

This is gonna be a long night.

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[ashomodeus]

I have officially pushed myself into an overthinking fit about how none of my ideas are good enough. What the hell. Also, I am still working long days, and I caught something that made me feel like crap all week. What the freak. Here’s some basic crap ;-; while I recover and hopefully work eases up.

Kinky things the brothers do or just want to do

Let me know if you want a pt2 with the others.

These are my personal takes. Take em or leave em. (Jk ily pls don’t leave)

Thank you, Beyonce.

Cw: Gn!Mc, bad grammar, kinks

Part 2 ft. The Dateables, Raphael, Mephisto, and Thirteen

Lucifer

♡ Exibitionism

~ Pounding into Mc while an audience watches. Mc trying to hide their face but Lucifer holding their arms back.

~ Probably makes a lot of sex tapes with Mc. If a demon looks at Mc for even a second too long Lucifer might set that demon aside and play one of those videos. “You would never be able to make them feel like this. Pathetic for even thinking that.”

~ There isn’t a place Lucifer wouldn’t fuck Mc. If Mc is more of a shy person, he would find other ways to make sure people knew how well he treats Mc. Hickies. Marking. Vibrating toys.

~ After Mc and him hooked up the first time. It’s an addiction. He’s the type of demon to show not tell. Actions are louder than words… but not as loud as Mc. He needs them to be vocal.

Mammon

♡ Edging / Overstimulation.

~It’s both parties not just him. He’s the avatar of greed he wants everything he wants the moment to last.

~At first, he was insecure with how quickly he came but he realized it could have its benefits. The way he NEEDS more. The adrenaline. The strokes that have him close to just spilling.

~When it was Mc’s turn, he loved how red their faced turned. How desperate they are. How their hips tried to rock to be able to cum. How Mammon holds their hips down to make sure he was in full control. He was infatuated with how badly Mc wanted him.

~There’s the other side to things where overstimulation comes into play. Where he wants to make sure they are both dry. Where their bodies shake with how intense they feel.

~Mammon feels so accomplished if Mc turns into this empty-headed mess so close to finishing for a second, third, fourth, fifth, ect…

Levi

♡ Cucking

~ Now hear him out. He would love to watch Mc get pleased by other people. To see them get railed by others. It’s mental torture for him. As his pants get tight watch Mc get filled, he wishes he was the one making Mc feel that good.

~ Oh wait he can. It’s more of a warm up for Mc. When he watches someone else, please Mc he takes notes. Once the two are alone he does everything that was done but better.

~ This let’s Mc knows they could be with anyone but the only one they would truly be thinking about is him.

~ He will always make Mc tell him about how much better he is even if all Mc can do is moan. Cucking makes his insecurities vanish. No one can be good as him. He will always be there to finish the job.

Asmo

♡ Experimentalism

~ This demon has done everything under the sun but not with Mc. He wants to experience everything with Mc.

~ Everyday there’s something new.

~ Asmo would love to combine new and old things. He just loves the beauty of “If this one doesn’t work these two definitely will.

~He loves to pull Mc aside and tell them what they are doing tonight. What to bring, what to wear, what they should and shouldn’t do.

~ He loves making Mc explain their fantasy just so he can surprise them with the exact situation the same night.

Satan

♡ Bondage

~ He would love to tie Mc up and just have his way with them.

~ He always have something for Mc to be bound by. His favorite is actually a ball gag. The drool that come out of Mc’s mouth as they moan through the gag.

~ Satan always looks at new ways to restraint Mc. He doesn’t like bondage for the torture aspects. He enjoys being able to please Mc as many times as he likes. He likes being able to focus on parts of Mc intently.

~ He wants Mc as his personal fuck toy.

Beel

♡ Food play- SIKE Cunnilingus(I mean ofc)- SIKE Play fighting

~ He loves to play fight with Mc. He goes easy on them but he loves the sweat that builds up. The breathlessness that it causes.

~ Beel loves to pin Mc’s arms over their head. He admires all of their body so he can devour it once he wins. He loves all the positions he can put Mc before they even take their clothes off.

~ He loves how close he is to them. The first time he play fought with Mc. He had to hide his massive erection due to Mc moaning while fighting.

~ Sometimes he “accidentally” lifts up clothing of Mc or even his own. The more contact the better.

Belphie

♡ Starfish

~ On days Belphie feels extremely tired he would love for Mc to get on top of him and fuck him.

~ He just lays there in bed as Mc uses him. He loves to feel them bounce on his hard cock. The only active thing about him is the blood rushing towards his cock.

~ It’s surprising but he would reciprocate the exact same thing if Mc were in his position. Having someone else in control while he relaxes just feels amazing.

~ He would love to surprise Mc after a long day of classes. Them just lying down and Belphie making sure they are taken care of. Making sure they don’t move a muscle. Only the muscles that will help them cum.

[catmadeofsalad]

MC: *looking sad/stressed*

Lord Diavolo: May I provide you a hug in these trying time?

MC: Yes... please...

[demonvibez]

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

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

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

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

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

The Prince needs a plan.

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

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

· demonvibez ♡ 2023 · do not copy, repost or modify · · likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! ♡ ·

[luvvictoria]

May i request diavolo and simeon× q short chubby reader

#BEAUTIFUL BABY ˎˊ˗ ── ( Diavolo and Simeon with a short chubby reader ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ )

Diavolo ── .✦

— Constant Compliments

Diavolo absolutely adores his S/O's body and never hesitates to tell them so. He often compliments their softness, saying things like, "You're so cute, I could hold you forever," or "You’re perfect just the way you are."

— Gentle Giant Vibes

Being a literal demon prince, Diavolo is much taller and stronger, so he treats his S/O with a gentle touch, often picking them up effortlessly for hugs or carrying them around just for fun. He loves the height difference and thinks it's adorable how they fit perfectly against him.

— Protective and Proud

Diavolo would be incredibly protective of his S/O, always ensuring they feel safe and secure, both emotionally and physically. He’s quick to shut down any negativity, saying things like, “They’re mine, and I wouldn’t change a thing about them.” He proudly shows them off during formal events in the Devildom, making sure they feel like royalty by his side.

— Custom Wardrobe

Diavolo would absolutely spoil his S/O, ensuring they have the most luxurious, custom-made clothes that fit their unique style and body type perfectly. He'd personally make sure everything is comfortable yet stylish, often suggesting fancy outfits for special dates or events.

— Affectionate Gestures

Expect a lot of forehead kisses (since you're shorter) and warm, enveloping hugs where he lifts you slightly off the ground. Diavolo loves holding hands in public and is very tactile, always wanting to be close to you.

— Playful Teasing

He loves teasing you playfully about your height difference. If you need to reach something high, he’ll pretend to hand it to you and then raise it just out of reach, laughing before pulling you into a hug and helping you out.

— Softness is His Weakness

Diavolo secretly adores resting his head on his S/O's lap or stomach after a long day. He finds comfort in their warmth and softness, enjoying those quiet moments when he can just relax in their presence.

Simeon ── .✦

— Gentle and Attentive

Simeon treats his S/O with the utmost care and tenderness. He’s incredibly respectful of their feelings and never lets them doubt how much they mean to him. He loves their softness and often rests his hand gently on their waist or back when they're close.

— Height Admiration

He finds your height difference endearing and loves when his S/O stands on their tiptoes to hug him. Simeon would often crouch down or lean in to kiss them on the forehead or lips, enjoying every moment of affection.

— Chubby Cheeks Affection

Simeon loves to gently cup their face, smiling at them while commenting on how cute their cheeks are. He might even give them a playful pinch now and then, always with a warm smile that melts your heart.

— Protective, But Subtle

Simeon isn’t as outwardly protective as Diavolo, but he is always watchful and attentive. If his S/O ever feels self-conscious or insecure, he knows just what to say to make them feel beautiful and appreciated. He loves reminding them that they’re perfect in his eyes.

— Affection Through Acts of Service

Simeon is big on showing love through little acts of kindness. Whether it’s making them tea, helping with errands, or ensuring their favorite blanket is nearby, he always makes sure his S/O feels cherished and cared for.

— Loves Cuddles

Simeon adores cuddling with his S/O, especially on peaceful afternoons when he has time to just relax. He finds comfort in their presence and loves to hold them close, especially enjoying their softness as he whispers sweet nothings in their ear.

— Encouraging and Supportive

Simeon would always encourage his S/O to be confident in their own skin. Whenever they have doubts about their appearance or body, he’d calmly reassure them with heartfelt words: “You’re beautiful just the way you are. Everything about you is perfect to me.”

— Tailored Angelic Fashion

Simeon enjoys seeing his S/O in flowing, comfortable clothes that highlight their beauty. He’d help them pick out soft, angelic outfits, making sure they feel comfortable and confident, especially when attending formal events together in the Celestial Realm.

[saekindasus]

Obey Me Headcannons :

MC is caught skipping class

Obey Me! Masterlist , Brothers' Version

Prompt : ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴅᴏᴍ ʟᴀᴡ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴜᴄᴋ ɪᴛ, ᴍᴄ ᴏᴜᴛ.

ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴇ…ᴡᴀʟᴋ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴄ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡꜱɪʟʟ? ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴅɪᴀᴠᴏʟᴏ ꜱᴛʀɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪᴅ-ᴡᴀᴠᴇ. ɪᴛ’ꜱ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ꜱᴋɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴀʟᴋᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴜɴᴛ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ꜱᴋɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴅɪᴀᴠᴏʟᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ʏᴇᴛ?- ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴇɢɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ʜᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴡ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜰᴀꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀꜰᴇᴛᴇʀɪᴀ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ꜱᴇʀᴠɪɴɢ ʙʀᴜᴛᴀʟ ᴄʜɪꜰꜰᴏɴ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ 3ʀᴅ ꜰʟᴜꜱᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴅɪᴀᴠᴏʟᴏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴘɪᴋᴀᴄʜᴜ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴜᴅɪʙʟʏ ꜱQᴜᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ (ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜ, ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ꜱQᴜᴇᴀʟ ᴏꜰᴄ 👿((ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄɪ��ɢ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ))). ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʟᴏʀᴅ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ꜱᴘʀɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ.

“ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴄ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ’ʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ-” (ʙʀᴏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴋɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅᴜᴛʏ 😭)

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛʏᴀʀᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɪʀꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ɢᴜꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀɪʀ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ. ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙᴀʀʙᴀᴛᴏꜱ ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ꜱʟᴇᴘᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴜᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴜᴍ ᴏꜰ 3 ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ 3 ᴅᴀʏꜱ. ʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ꜱɪɢʜꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ɪᴛꜱᴇʟꜰ. ʙᴀʀʙᴀᴛᴏꜱ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ꜱʜᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ᴇxʜᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ, ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ…ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪꜰᴛᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʙʟɪɴᴋɪɴɢ, ʏᴏᴜ Qᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ʙᴀɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ xᴀɴᴀx ᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ��ɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴀɴ. ʙᴀʀʙᴀᴛᴏꜱ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪᴛꜱ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ.

“ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍɪɴᴇ. *ʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪʟʟ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ. ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙʟɪɴᴋɪɴɢ*”

ꜱᴏʟᴏᴍᴏɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡʜɪꜱᴛʟɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ᴀʜ! ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴄ. ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ? ɪꜱɴ’ᴛ ɪᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴅᴏᴍ ʟᴀᴡ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴛᴡᴏ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ꜱᴋɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴀꜱᴋ ʜɪᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴅᴏᴍ ʟᴀᴡ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ. ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴀ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ 2 ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ. ꜱᴏʟᴏᴍᴏɴ ɢʀɪɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ꜱᴋɪᴘꜱ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴡꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴍᴄ, ꜱᴏʟᴏᴍᴏɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ-ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴛᴜᴛᴏʀɪɴɢ ꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ. ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ, ʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ꜱᴄʜᴇᴅᴜʟᴇ (ᴡᴏᴡᴡᴡ), ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ɢʟᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ!

“ ɪꜰ ᴡᴇ ʀᴜɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ, ʀᴇᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀᴇ ꜱᴘᴇʟʟ ɪ ᴛᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ. ʜᴍ? ʏᴇꜱ ʏᴇꜱ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ʙʏ ‘ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ʀᴇᴠɪꜱɪᴏɴ’. 😊”

ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴋɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ. ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ. ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ꜱɪᴄᴋ ᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴀʏ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪꜰʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʙꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ, ʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ᴛᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀꜱᴋ ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴋᴀʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏᴡᴏʀᴅ ɪꜱ ᴛʀʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ’ꜱ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪɴ ɪᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴅ.ᴅ.ᴅ (ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ 💀) ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇxᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴋ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ʟᴇᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴀ ʀᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴊᴏʙ. ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ ᴘᴀɴɪᴄꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪᴛꜱ ꜱᴇɴᴅ. ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀ ᴛʀᴇᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅ.ᴅ.ᴅ ʙᴇᴇᴘꜱ. ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪꜰɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴘʟᴀʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱQᴜɪɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ. ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛɪʟᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴀ 45 ᴅᴇɢʀᴇᴇ ᴀɴɢʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

“ᴍᴄ ʀ ᴜ ᴏʜꜰʀʙᴠᴇᴜꜱᴜʀꜰʏᴠᴡɪᴏᴇʀʙ38947290.;;;[“ - ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ, ᴀʀᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇʟ

ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ꜱᴋɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ. ɢɢ, ᴘᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴄ. ɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ- ᴡʜᴏ’ꜱ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ. ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄʀᴀꜱʜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ʜᴀʟꜰ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇᴄᴛꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴʟʏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʟᴜᴋᴇ’ꜱ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴛᴜᴍʙʟᴇꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ 😔. ʟᴜᴋᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɢɢᴇʀꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴀʀᴍꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛ-ᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇɢᴀɪɴ ʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴇʏᴇ-ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛꜱ ʙʟᴀꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴀꜱᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʙꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴜᴋᴇ, ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ’ꜱ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴄʀᴇᴛᴇ ꜱɪɢɴ ᴏꜰ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴏᴍ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʀᴇɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪᴠᴇ, ꜱᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.

“ᴏʜ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴄ, ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴀ- ᴍᴄ? ᴍᴄ?!?!” (ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴀᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴅᴇꜰᴇᴀᴛ.)

ᴍᴇᴘʜɪꜱᴛᴏᴘʜᴇʟᴇꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴅᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴇᴘʜɪꜱᴛᴏ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴅᴇ. ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴅᴏᴍ ʟᴀᴡ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ. ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴘᴛ ʜɪᴍ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀɴ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱɴɪᴛᴄʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴜʀᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ “ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ ?.” ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇQᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡɪᴅᴇ ᴇʏᴇꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴇꜱ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ 30 ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅꜱ, ʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴇᴛꜱ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ, ʜᴏʟᴅꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ.

“…*ᴄʟᴇᴀʀꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ* ᴍɢʜᴍ…ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴡɪɴɢ. ✍️”

ʀᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ ᴡᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ, ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ��ᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɪʀꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴀʀʙᴀᴛᴏꜱ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴜɴᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ, ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ ᴀʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ. ʀᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ ɪᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ, ʜᴇᴀʀꜱ ʙᴀʀʙᴀᴛᴏꜱ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ “ʀᴜɴ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ɴᴏᴡ, ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.” ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴜᴅɢᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. ꜱᴜꜱᴘɪᴄɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀʀɪꜱᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴍɪɴᴅ. ʀᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴀ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴡ ᴛᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ. ᴀ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜᴛ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴄ. ᴡʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʀᴇ?. ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ, ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ?. ʟɪᴇ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴀʀᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱɪɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴀᴘʜɪɴ.

“…ᴏʜ?. 😐 *ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇQᴜᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ.* (ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱɴɪᴛᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘꜱʏᴄʜɪᴄ, ᴀʙᴏʀᴛ ᴀʙᴏʀᴛ)

ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ’ꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴋɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴇᴄᴏɴᴏᴍɪᴄꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ, ꜱᴛʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰᴀꜱᴛ-ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴅɪᴀᴠᴏʟᴏ ᴡʜᴏ ɴᴏᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛᴇ “ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ!” ᴛʜᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ (?-) ᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴘʜɪꜱᴛᴏᴘʜᴇʟᴇꜱ, ᴘɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴄʜ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴡ ɪᴛ ᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴘʀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇꜱ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴅᴏᴍ ʟᴀᴡ, ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ, ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴅɪᴀᴠᴏʟᴏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴᴅ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴇʏᴇ-ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀɴɪᴠᴀʟ ᴀꜱᴍᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ, ꜱʜᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴏᴏᴛʜɪᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴏᴜꜱᴇʟ.

“ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴜꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴍᴏᴏᴛʜɪᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴇᴄᴏ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ…ʏᴇꜱ. ʏᴇꜱ, ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. 🫥”

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Obey Me! Masterlist , Brothers' Version

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TO BE LOVED IS TO BE CHANGED | DIAVOLO . *. ⋆ ⊹ ౨ৎ˚₊

chapter 2 : dogs days are over

꒰ summary ꒱ Leaving the baby at the police station should have been the end of your wild weekend. It wasn't. In fact, everything was just about to get a little worse and a little more cruel. At least you had the baby to keep you company.

꒰ pairing ꒱ diavolo x reader

꒰ warnings ꒱ swearing, semi-graphic description of injury, paranoiac thoughts, attempted harm upon you and the baby.

꒰ word length ꒱ 5.5k

꒰ author's note ꒱ imagine spawning and everyone is just out to get you. That's the life of Diavolo Jr. at least he's clinging onto someone who won't just ditch him for giving them the worst eldritch horror vibes!

꒰PREVIOUS꒱ ꒰ MASTERPOST ꒱

A finger continuously tapped the hard material of a seat. No other sound was heard in the vicinity where two demons were standing near each other. The extravagant windows, decorated with the finest materials in the demon realm, were tightly shot and seemed unmoved by the raging storm that was ongoing outside. Not that they cared too much about that particular detail.

The Young Lord of the Demon Realm was the first to break the silence after his trusted butler informed him of the situation in the human realm. Lord Diavolo sighed with resignation; he brought his hand to his face and let it rest in his temple.

“Why would they decide to do this now?” Barbatos listened to the manner the Young Master seemed to lament the timing of the incident rather than it happening at all. He could understand that sentiment. After all, finding possible candidates that were unlikely to develop any strong mental reactions to supernatural activity was already hard enough, and still one out of the three candidates for the program they had managed to find was dead. The reason?

A group of witches were not inclined to agree with Lord Diavolo’s ideals and decided that the most sensible thing to do was kill one of their candidates in retaliation.

That would be what Barbatos would believe if he was a fool.

Did they not believe that he wouldn’t realize the patch that formed in the future? It was as if somebody had used a flashbang into a specific timeline to avoid him looking at it. Barbatos would have found himself being infuriated with the issue at hand had he not been more interested in the magic that was used to meddle with his powers.

The report they had received went into specifics of the multiple dead witches and humans. All of them had been involved in a strange ritual. Whether they did so willingly or not was still up to debate. The more important matter at hand was knowing what their goal was and how they attempted to achieve it.

Barbatos was not unsure of whether they had achieved what they had attempted to do. He may be unfamiliar with this specific way of casting magic, but it wasn’t hard to figure out that the magic inputted into the ritual was still held tightly by the sigils. Meaning that the witches weren’t able to finish the ritual at all.

He didn’t doubt that Lord Diavolo had arrived to similar conclusions.

But the young lord was probably more ruffled by the death of one of the candidate of the exchange program. The prince had even gone ahead and met her in person. She had been the most likely candidate to be chosen at the time.

Well they certainly can’t do that now.

“The sigils that they were using,” Diavolo pondered before pausing mid sentence as he stared at the window, “Were they used for a sacrificial ritual?”

Barbatos crossed his arms over his chest and hummed in thought. “That may have been the purpose, but it was not achieved.”

Lord Diavolo furrowed his eyebrows; he looked uncharacteristically serious to anybody that knew him as the usual cheery but stern ruler. He raised his eyebrow surprised at the response he received from his butler who was more of an advisor than any of the official clan leaders that deemed themselves more important in court than his butler.

“Why would that be? That specific group has been quite—vocal regarding their oppositions to my goals.” Diavolo notes with a pause in his sentence as he attempted to express how utterly annoying it was to deal with that section of the witches specifically.

“That is highly likely to be intertwined with the ritual.”

Diavolo closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh that came deep from his century old bones. That wasn’t even their only concern. There had also been somebody else near the ritual who had rented a house that was a witness to a part of the ordeal if the three dead bodies was anything to by.

It was likely to be a human, but it could also be one of the witches involved in the ritual. Not all of them had died (regretfully), so it was likely that this would be attempted once again. Whether it was in a couple of months or in a couple of decades did not matter much. What mattered was that there were still witches out there who did a sacrificial ritual without consorting the higher-ups of their own coven which likely had to do with their recent outrage against his plans. There had been causalities by both sides. These deaths would likely be used against him by those that were still opposing his exchange program.

Diavolo can already picture it.

What a splendid situation.

He couldn’t wait!

You sighed as you threw yourself to your bed. The ringing headache that you had been nursing on your way here had finally ended and you couldn't be more relaxed even if you tried.

It had been a hard couple of days and you hoped that this would signify that the week would do a complete 180 to become spectacular. You rolled over your backside and stared at the ceiling wondering what you should watch in the TV. The best way to end the day if you had any say in it.

You rolled over the edge of your bed, and reached over to take the remote. However, just as you did so a resounding banging sound came from your door causing you to be startled and yelp. Sadly that was not all that occurred.

In the next second three things occurred. You were leaning with half of your body out of the bed while leaning to get the remote and the loud sound caused you to slip and fall onto the hard, cold floor. Secondly, you banged your head on the nightstand on your way to the floor. Lastly, your headache was back. Stronger than ever.

Had you been any less of a person you would have screamed in frustration. Instead you laid on the floor for a couple of seconds then slowly with the left over will you had to do so you got up and slowly creeped up to the door. Your apartment wasn’t that big so it didn’t take long for you to reach the hallway to the door. However, it was barely hanging by its screws, and as soon as you that you did a double take then sprinted towards the kitchen to get the biggest knife you had in there.

Once you grasped it tightly you quickly pondered whether locking yourself in the bathroom or in your room would be the best idea while you called the police. You held the knife in your right hand more tightly as you got ready to sprint right back to your room.

There was a small thing that you weren’t expecting, however. As soon as you faced the door to the apartment to try and sprint back to your dorm it went flying of its hinges. Weird thing? Nobody was on the other side. In fact, the only thing that you heard over the second bang that caused the door to go flying right into your perfectly clean, scratch-free wall was the laughter of a baby.

For a second you wondered if the way your stomach churned and flipped meant you were hungry. It wasn’t until your headache came back twice as ferocious that you realized that your body seemed to become physically ill after realizing which baby was in your front door.

You warily inched closer to the door. Both the phone and the knife still held tightly in your hands.

As you finally looked down at the same damn baby resting on a basket you let yourself close your eyes. Then proceed to bang your head against the wall. You didn’t scream, but that was only because your neighbor decided it was the perfect time to come and see what was all the ruckus.

The baby just titled his head then let out a loud giggle.

At least one of us is having fun.

You stared at the baby.

The baby stared back at you.

Between the two of you one was noticeably happier than the other. It certainly wasn’t the one that had to pay two hundred dollars to get the door fixed.

You smiled, and you didn’t even need to look into the mirror to know it looked more like a grimace than anything else.

“Well—I don’t think I need holy water to know you aren’t your average baby.” You muttered to yourself before suspiciously looking at the baby who was looking back at you with a gummy smile.

Your lips twitched upwards before you forcefully stopped yourself from smiling back. He was quite good for a demon baby. You sighed and leaned backwards in your sofa after you realized that you had caved in. You had in fact started calling the baby a demon baby. Just like that woman had done in her final moments.

It felt wrong

Whether it was true or not you doubted that the woman had said it with good intentions. However, how would you know? Its not like you could ask her either. She was dead.

You should probably call him something else in meanwhile. You stopped yourself; confused with your own thoughts you wondered when you had arrived to the conclusion that you would be keeping the baby for a while. That was not a conclusion that you personally liked, but you were unsure how the baby had arrived at your doorstep when he was supposed to be in police custody.

Your heartbeat was too loud. You could feel it clogging your ears as you stared nervously as the baby that titled his head back at you. You inched backwards suspiciously. Perhaps it was a fools’ mindset to do something once again after it already failed. However, who could blame you for attempting to contact the police once again to deal with this problem child?

A loud whine brought back your focus to the baby that you had placed across you in the other couch in your small living room. The baby had one of his tiny fists hold tightly onto the couch while the other one was out stretched towards you. His face twisted into a tiny frown that you almost cooed over before reminding yourself that this child was highly likely to be an eldritch being that was a hazard to your peaceful life.

Said eldritch being looked like he was about to fall off the couch while trying to reach you.

Without thinking it twice you lunged out of the couch and caught the baby just as he looked like he was slipping from leaning forwards too much. In your frenzy you failed to notice how the couch you were sitting on had been slowly inching forwards. Almost as if it was being pushed in a straight line towards the baby.

Once you you held the baby in your arms the pout that had formed in his face disappeared in the blink of an eye. Delighted laughter was heard across the apartment. You stared down at the giggling baby that was trying to be permanently glued to you with how tight he was holding your arm.

It was really hard to associate any evilness with the baby in your arms.

You didn’t want to associate any negative incident with the baby.

It was just hard to not do so.

“You’re a real pain you know?” You muttered to yourself while the baby in your arms titled his head. He seemed almost star-eyed by listening to you talk.

“Not sure whether you’re the unlucky one or I am.” You admitted as you maneuvered the baby to your side to only be needing to use on hand to hold him. You hummed to yourself as you eyed the knife that was still sitting in the couch you had been laying on. You’ll put it back in its place after calling the police.

“What should I call you?”

“It doesn’t seem like they bothered to name you at all.”

After muttering such sentence you winced. That was more depressing than you initially thought. Hopefully you were wrong and it was simply your ignorance towards his birth records that accounted for the lack of mentioned name. At all.

As you walked towards your phone (the second you burrowed from the police station after informing them of the accident that occurred to your previous one) you pondered whether it would be that bad to give the baby in your arms a name. Just momentarily.

It certainly couldn’t hurt.

But you know what can hurt?

The damn phone catching fire.

Not even a gradual fire that started from a trail of smoke. Instead, once you started walking closer to it, the phone instantly burst into flames. Not only startling you, but also causing you to take several steps back away from the fire. You tightened your grip on the baby in your arm and cradled him closer to yourself. Your hands felt shakier than they had been in a while.

As you rushed towards the kitchen to get your hands on baking soda to put the fire out you once again failed to notice an important. The baby that you had in your hands had been staring at the phone intently before it had ignited on fire. Afterwards, he had looked back at your face in confusion as you quickly sprinted to the kitchen.

Once again the baby seemed to be eerily calm in these type of moments.

The baby pouted in your arms. It would have been adorable had you not just lost a phone; the baby closed his tiny fists around your loose t-shirt and pulled on it towards himself.

“No phones for me I guess…” You mumble as you continuously patted the baby in the back after he started pulling your hair to bring your attention back to him. How did you know? Well, every time you looked away from him he started pulling on your shirt until you looked back at him. It was funny enough that you were tempted to look away just to get him to pout.

He was an adorable baby.

( a shame that he seemed to bring unfortunate situations to wherever he went )

( and unfortunate situations was putting it lightly )

You wouldn’t be saying that out loud any time soon, though. There was no certain proof that there was anything supernatural-related going on with the baby. The cult business you had been informed by the police did not count as the baby was probably being the victim to the whims of lunatics.

“We both really got the short end of the stick huh?” You said as you poked his side to watch him squeal and laugh.

You approached your phone that had stopped seeping smoke after having thrown the baking soda rashly over it. Your arms hurried to bounce the small infant you had in your hands to avoid him becoming fussy. ( It was unusual—every time you tried getting close to your phone he would start whining while looking to be on the verge of crying ) You hushed him just like you had seen some of your relatives do to their own children. Something you doubted you were able to replicate was the delicate way they handled their offspring.

But he hadn’t died yet so that had to count for something.

While you whispered softly spoken reassurances you used your other hand to hesitantly grab your phone from under the baking soda. It wasn’t a significant amount as you had hastily grabbed a coup, and scooped as much of the baking soda as you could then threw it over your burning phone. However, as soon as you saw the state of your phone you stopped just to stare at its state blankly.

Whatever that was couldn’t and shouldn’t even be counted as a phone. Without acknowledging the amount of money you would spend once again on another phone you simply grabbed some of the baking soda that you had pushed to its side and chucked it right over your previous phone once again.

Consider it a burial.

Somewhere in your apartment your wallet cried tears of blood.

You sighed dejectedly as you made eye contact with the baby in your arms once again. You were so going to have to go to the police station once again didn’t you—?

You stopped your pacing. You stopped the movement in your arms that was appeasing the baby. You stopped breathing for a moment.

Your breaths came almost reluctantly to your lungs as you incredulously stared down at the baby in your arms. Why haven't you questioned how he got there?

Why haven’t you thought about how the baby got to your front door?

A chill went down your spine as you realize there was something wrong with the way you’ve been acting. Weren’t you just a little too carefree with certain things that have been happening? You bite your lip hard enough to sting as you started pacing around your apartment — like a nervous chicken that was locked away for too long. Why had you been so willing to not think about the ‘why’ of the situation?

You looked down at the baby once again and wondered if your neck would start cramping with how repetitive the action had become. You almost wished the baby would reveal itself to be a misleading eldritch being so you could have answers as to who was tormenting you.

There was no other logical conclusion you could arrive to really.

Things seemed to be a little to coincidental for you to just wave it off. So, you just happened to be the one to catch the baby then witness the woman throw herself off a cliff? You just happened to have the luck of seeing the officer being squashed under a boulder and survive? You just happened to come across the weirdo in the convenience store? And you just happened to find the baby you had abandoned in the police station in front of your door? The door that had been blasted?

“Is this a cult ritual?” You theorized as you poked at the baby in your arms as if waiting for him to give you the answers you needed — he did not in act give you anything to work with because in the next second the baby in your arms had started sucking on your thumb while giggling — and desperately craved, “It has to be.”

“So, what is the deal? You torment your next sacrifice as much as possible to then give them to the Great Overlord?” You pondered while staring at your buried phone in the other side of the room.

If that was their plan, then it definitely worked. Just looking at the bills you would soon have to pay caused you to age a couple of decades in advance.

They say that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again then expecting a different result. However, you truly didn’t know what else to do than get to the police station again. The implications of the baby being in your own now were not lost to you. Although for some reason you hadn’t previously given it much thought you now were aware how utterly terrifying it was for him to be back in your arms. The reason for your new weariness? Simple, you had given the baby that from what you knew was probably going to be sacrificed for a dumb cult. Which means that unless there was someone in the police station that actively wanted the baby to stay with you there was no way for him to be now in your arms.

( and no, you weren’t letting your cult theory go anytime soon if you had anything to say about it )

Mia was an accountant that tried avoiding conflict. She lived next to two college students that usually were not a problem.

Usually being the keyword. Since a couple of weeks back weird things started occurring. First, one of them had started bringing odd-looking individuals to the apartment complex while the other one was out. Most of them wearing clothes that revealed the odd-looking tattoos in their forearms and even necks. She avoided going out of the apartment every time they were they came to visit that girl.

It was hard to pinpoint, but it was as if there was something screaming at her to stay put and avoid those people as much as possible. It was unsettling. If Mia was being honest, she was quite convicted it was her paranoia talking, yet she still avoided them like the plague. Whatever she had to do to avoid feeling this bone-shaking terror she felt every time they came to the apartment next to her, she would do.

This continued for two weeks. Until it abruptly stopped. There were no more midnight meetings between the girl and the other individuals that came over when her roommate wasn’t home. There were no more sleepless nights where she stared at the wall as she heard weird chants next to her apartment. ( She had always said that the walls were paper thin )

This peaceful atmosphere had lasted for a weekend. A weekend that she rejoiced with great joy. Of course this would not last long; the next day at midnight you had come over to your apartment looking like you had seen better days. Your clothes were dirty not only looking ruffled but also with specks of red stains in your sleeves. Perhaps the wort of it all were your eye.

Mia would never confidently say that she was someone who could easily read people; however, your eyes looked haunted. For the lack of better word. Your feet were dragged as you walked towards your own apartment. At that time, she had been on her way to open her apartment when she witnessed you walking sluggishly to your apartment.

To say you looked dead would not be an exaggeration. Death may as well be trailing your steps with how utterly drained you looked. Mia had almost been tempted to ask you whether you were okay after seeing you stare blankly at your door for a minute.

In the end, she had watched you lock your door after slowly opening your door. Deciding she wouldn’t get involved for the sake of her sanity she sent you a quick prayer.

Perhaps she should’ve prayed harder.

Because the same unsettling feeling settled in her bones near the afternoon where the sun was setting. This time it seemed almost more intense. As if something was telling her to sprint out of there in her mind.

This would cause for all the locks to be checked three times an hour and for all closets to be checked twice per hour. It was hard to put into words how utterly paranoid it could make her feel. It was as if for a while everything was out to get her.

Her fears were confirmed after she heard the loudest bang resonate in the apartment where you lived.

At that time she had been pacing anxiously around her own apartment for a while and such a loud sound had only made her flinch in fright. She could vaguely hear the sound of thundering footsteps and crashes nearby. However, she couldn’t quite process it as she was staring at her own door in dawning horror feeling that same unsettling sensation settle around her mind like an old friend coming back from a long trip.

Her fingers shook as she heard mumbling next door and the sound of loud laughter from an infant.

People did always say that the laughter of a baby lightened up a room. However, Mia couldn’t help but listen to the commotion and feel a sense of foreboding settle on her gut.

And she would be proven right in the following weeks.

It was as if light had seeped into your own being after starting to take care of that. Perhaps it was a little dehumanizing the way she referred to the baby ( not a baby—that thing couldn’t possibly be a human child ) ;however, it was impossible to not do so with how utterly nauseating it was to be near it.

If Mia had previously thought that whatever shady business was occurring left her feeling paranoid it was nothing compared to the suffocating feeling that had settled in the building after you had started taking care of that thing. Had she been a little less superstitious she wouldn’t be avoiding you like the plague. Had she been a little less superstitious she wouldn’t have been researching how to deal with skin walkers.

Had she been a little less superstitious she would have assumed that the flickering lights every time that the baby cried was nothing, but an odd coincidence.

She just couldn’t understand why you kept it around.

Did you not realize how utterly distressing it was to be anywhere near that thing you cradled with your hands?

How could you not become a lunatic after sharing a roof with that thing? Trusting it wouldn’t suffocate you with its madness while you slept. She used to think that you were a nice person. Someone who had their head on their shoulders, and knew when to keep out of people’s business.

Now?

She wasn’t even sure you had any survival instincts.

Mia, however, doubted you were truly in distress. It was sickening to the core seeing you act so domestic with the thing that wore a human’s skin to carve a place into your heart. She had seen it occur. Days where you stared at your car from outside, and stood standing with the baby in your arms as if pondering a deep thought. Some days you would get into the car and not come back till much later.

Sometimes you came back with the baby. Sometimes you didn’t. One thing stayed constant throughout it all, though.

The next day she would always see you in your balcony with the baby in your arms. These days she would avoid opening her own windows just to avoid seeing you with that thing.

She almost felt as if she was going crazy in her own lunacy. It wasn’t until she started seeing the way that some of the other neighbors started full-out avoiding you at all cost when you had that thing in your arms ( which was now the norm—there were no occasions where you were seen without that thing in your arms ) that she realized that she wasn’t the problem.

That thing was.

Mia had only felt revulsion as she saw you treat that thing like a normal child by buying clothes and small toys to play with it. Perhaps she would feel more pity for you had she not been deeply aware of what had occurred the last time she tried talking to you regarding that thing.

( those unnatural gold eyes stared at her without blinking over your shoulder as you dragged your most recent groceries to your house. Not realizing the dawning stare of horror as your neighbor trembled like a newborn deer as she stared back at something that couldn’t possibly be human. What she was staring at must have surely been spit from hell itself from being so wretched and filthy — by the time you had looked back it had been because of the sound of a loudly slammed door behind you that caused you to flinch and look back in confusion. )

Perhaps that was why she had been so willing to result to cruelty when it came down to it. Humans were usually inherently cruel towards what they did not understand. Crueler than they could even imagine.

The change in her horrifying routine did a complete 180 in terms of change. It all started like all things had began: in the middle of the night with a knock in her door. This time it was a blonde woman with a smile that was worthy of being put in magazines.

Mia reluctantly opened the door still being hyperaware of any sounds that came from your apartment. The woman in her front door smiled at her placidly and greeted her with a low voice. There was almost no part of her body that wasn’t covered. From the long-sleeves to the long shirts and even gloves made her seem ready to greet winter. However, whatever good will was accumulated was shattered after Mia heard this woman ask for you.

More specifically for the person that was taking care of a ‘baby with oddly looking yellow eye with a patch of dark red hair’. For a moment she considered the possibility that it may not be wise to tell a stranger where you lived. However, she also remembered that the lady wasn’t looking for you, but instead she was looking for that thing you had been letting leech of you.

Surely it couldn’t hurt giving her directions?

She looked like a nice young lady

Someone who wouldn’t hurt a fly.

This was the mantra that she repeated to herself as she leaned against her own door from the inside while trying to listen to what was being said. A hushed conversation was the only thing she heard for a couple of minutes until it started escalating. It started with your loud stammering. It almost sounded as if you were fearful while pushing your words from your own mouth.

Resentment shot through her before she could stop it. Now you felt fear? Not when you were terrorizing her by taking care of that thing? What did you have to fear for? It certainly didn't seem like the thing in your arms was looking towards your demise ( something that couldn’t be shared for the rest of the residents of the apartment building — many of them having suffered an unfortunate accident after confronting you for one thing or the other — at least nobody had died ) so that already gave you a better peace of mind than everyone else in this wretched building.

Mia had been lost too long in her thoughts too long because in the next second she had yelped in fright after hearing a loud banging sound and a scream that sounded suspiciously like yours. She hurriedly stepped closer to the door having instantly gone for the knob in the door to see if you were alright.

Her hand hovered with hesitation over the knob.

It stayed there as she heard uncertain footsteps run over to her apartment door. It stayed there as she listened to your frantic knocks on her door. It stayed there as she heard you attempt to get her attention from the other side of the door in order to help you. Your words were stammered as if terrified. Your voice had risen in volume as you pleaded for her to help you.

Mia let her hand fall from the knob. She waited and listened for another minute as you frantically tried to get her to open the door. Mia didn’t move from her spot until she heard your footsteps fade at the end of the hall. She wouldn’t open her own door until later; what would greet her would be something straight from her nightmares.

The woman that she had greeted not too long ago was laying on the floor. Her posture being as seated one on the floor in front of the wall where your open apartment door was creaking ad it was gently moved by the breeze.

Her hands trembled as she looked at the rest of the scene in the hallway. The blonde woman’s sleeves were raised giving further view for the tattoos that trailed up her arms. Similar to the ones that those shady men wore with confidence.

Perhaps she would have been more appreciative of the beauty of them had the owner of them not been currently bleeding out. A pool of blood grew by the second as the head of the woman continued to drip down the floor.

Like a constant reminder the blood continued dripping down the floor as the head of the woman was leaned towards the floor.

Mia gently closed the door and let herself fall onto her apartment floor. She stared at the ceiling for the rest of the night in silent horror. Even when she heard frantic conversations on the other side of her door. Even when she heard the sound of ambulance outside her window she stayed inside.

However even through her horror she couldn’t help but feel relieved.

Relief that such creature was finally away.

That night she cried tears of joy.

[vivi4nn4]

Hello! May I request some general Simeon headcanons please! Thank you in advance! :>

You most definitely can my dear Simeon has got to my fav to write for after mammon I really hope you enjoy n like it ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

꒰ა simeon headcannons ໒꒱

— simeon will always be at his hands n knees for you whether it’s helping you with homework ( the best he can ) , giving you a hug when your sad , being there to keep you company while doing your tasks of the day ect

— he is such a sweet n caring soul they he isn’t an angel for nothing! Genuinely tho simeon just wants the best for you

— he is such a good hugger! omds! Like genuinely he is the person to go to for hugs just a light squeeze with his arms wrapped around you has you melting with happiness

— simeon will always be there for you with fresh compliments when you feel bad or need to know his opinion on your outfit of the day

— he is good at almost everything please never ever rely on him for anything to do with electronics for his sanity n your own

— as we can tell from the game he is very well let’s just put it as not the best please expect a lot of typos misspellings using stickers at the wrong times accidentally calling you ect

— apart from his cute lack of knowledge about a DDD he is overall such a lovely soul to be around no bad bone in his body!

[iloverook]

Obey me side characters hcs!!

(luke's hcs are platonic ofc)

Diavolo:

That guy would spoil you. If you think about something, the next second that something appears in your hand

would send you love letters as a secret admirer (everyone knows his the one who's writing)

would take you to every ball he goes (or any meeting, he loves having you by his side)

would throw the biggest party at your birthday (if you like this type of thing ofc. But if you don't, he will just go on a date with you, just the two of you)

He's aware that you will die before him, and every time he remembers that he cries

Barbatos:

another one that i can't think of many hcs

Have a stock of your favorite tea

his love language is definitely Acts of service

loves taking care of you (also loves when you take care of him, but won't tell you directly)

makes any sweet you crave. Just ask him and he will bake it as fast as he can

loves baking with you and Luke (he like to imagine that Luke's your guys son)

Simeon:

He definitely draws you (probably made a TSL character that looks like you)

Has a picture of you as his phone background

Bakes all of your birthdays cakes (it's a special thing for him)

Loves when you both go out with Luke (Like barbatos, he imagines it like his little Family)

After he turned human he asked if he could live with you

Solomon:

You both are besties (even if you're dating)

He gets really proud of you when you do any type of magic (even if you use it to turn off the lights without getting up from your bed)

you both have matching pajamas

you guys have movie maratons of human world movie

would dye a lock of his hair to match you (if you have dyed hair)

tries to make you convince Lucifer to make a pact with him

Luke (platonic )

sees you as a parent figure (or as a older sibling if you're not comfortable with the parent thing)

loves when you help him study

gives you small gifts that remind him of you. Like a flower that he saw on the way home or a mug that's themed of something you like

likes to draw on your arm when he's bored or color your tattoos if you have (or just your pact marks)

that's it for now! sorry for any spelling mistake, english is not my first language! thank you for reading!!

[tsukii0002]

Diavolo was the demon king. The most majestic king that anyone could remember. He ruled Devildom with an iron hand, but he knew how to provide for the needs of his people, he made sure his people lived well and for that he was loved and respected. There was practically no one who did not adore him.

So working in the royal palace was one of the greatest honors a demon could aspire to. The little demon knew this and was very proud and grateful for the opportunity. Diavolo was much more majestic than the rumors claimed. His eyes that eclipsed the moon and his presence that alone could conquer worlds. The little demon knew that there was nothing and no one that could compare to his lord, that could defeat him. Diavolo was the god to whom the little demon had decided to surrender himself.

For this reason, he was sometimes disobedient. When he had to work near his majesty's chambers, he would linger longer than necessary in case he could see him, hear him, anything was fine. So when he saw the door of his king's bedroom ajar, he could not restrain himself and stuck his body to the door to watch. But what he saw was totally unexpected.

The king, the untamed king of Devildom was kneeling in front of someone unknown, whose face was covered by a long veil, sitting with their legs on the monarch's knees, and he was massaging them conscientiously. The little demon froze, not at the scene itself, but at the expression of his king. Diavolo had an expression of absolute adoration, of pure ecstasy, as if he had achieved his goal in life. His hands ran over the muscles, the skin as if he knew them by heart while their owner watched from above.

The demon king carefully lifted the leg and kissed each of the instep before looking with an overflowing devotion to that person. That look in his king's eyes, a look of desire, of longing, of pure adoration, put to shame everything else that was said about him.

Diavolo's wings spread, as he kissed from ankle to knee. And then, that person caressed the demon's head, he melted at the touch and his skin ignited with the intensity of a forest fire.

“Thank you Dia”

The little demon felt himself melt at their voice. Diavolo grabbed the hand above his head, brought it to his lips and filled it with kisses. The recipient of that affection, laughed and with a movement trapped the demon at their feet in an embrace, he trembled. They covered the demon with their veil, and all the little demon could see were the spasms on the wings and legs of his king, still on the ground, accompanied by sounds that bewitched reason.

He walked away from there, gasping for breath, his whole body on fire, trembling. He stuck to a wall trying to regain his composure. With everything that had just now been rumbling around in his head. The demons considered Diavolo their god, the most majestic of all demons. But that didn't matter to the king, he had his personal god, someone he worshipped to the point of madness, someone he would let the Devildom die for. And now, the little demon had also found a new god to adore.

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A quick draft of a situation in a future distant from the current history we know.

Thanks for reading 🩶

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[cooler-ian]

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

[taqitto]

Sheep mc cornered by Lord Diavolo