Disturbia (Yandere!Beel x reader)

some assembly recquired

Diavolo kept a steady hand on the human walking beside him. he made sure that if she stumbled, he was there to right her stance. he couldnt let her get anymore hurt than she already was. 

"Beel seems very concerned about you Ms. L/n." diavolo noted. 

she smiled warmly, nodding her head. 

"he is very protective yes." She replied. 

"i can tell. has his therapy been coming along good?" Diavolo asked. 

"oh its only been a day and a half. i meet with him at the end of the week." Y/n replied. 

he led her down a hall filled with paintings. some, no most, were to dark to see. but the windows were sometimes positioned in front of a few, and Y/n paused to examine them. 

"these are beautiful." she murmured. 

diavolo smiled down at her. 

"these are the past rulers." he explained. 

she glanced up at him with a raised eyebrow. 

"there must be thousands." she said. 

he nodded, and urged her to go forward. 

"do you feel alright though? i mean you hit your head hard. if you dont want to dance thats okay." he said. 

she shook her head. "ive got a skull of steel Diavolo." she said. 

he merely raised and eyebrow, before stopping the two at a staircase. 

"can you go up safely?" he asked.

"yeah i should be fine."

she began to climb, slowly, up the stairs. diavolo followed right behind her, almost touching his chest to her back as they went up. he kept one hand delicately placed on her hip. 

when they reached the landing floor diavolo lead her to a large, dark room. 

"let me get the lights just a second." he muttered. 

she leaned against the wall when he left, and after a few seconds the candles around the room lit up brightly. 

she blinked, letting her eyes adjust before finally being able to look aroud. it was a little messy, a coat hung on a doorknob, shoes were strewn about the floor. there was a desk covered in papers and files, with book stacked around it. the bed was huge, neatly made, and plush looking. 

"okay come here." diavolo said. 

he guided her to his bed, and she sat on the edge. 

"ill be back, theres some healing stuff in my bathroom." he said. 

she only nodded, still looking about. 

the floors were dark oak, there was a large oil painting of what appeared to be diavolos father, and barbatos. the lights cast a warm shine over everything, almost reminding her of a sunrise. 

diavolo ducked under his door. he held a vial of purple liquid, and a small box in one hand. 

"alright, here we go." he mumbled. 

he climbed behind her, the bed moving in sync with him and moving Y/n off balance. 

"ah, here may i position you?" he asked gently. 

she nodded, And diavolo gently pulled her up against him, she turned her so she was facing him, and she sat up only for him to stop her and guide her legs around his waist. 

"much better." he said. 

she was now in a sitting down- hugging position. her face buried against diavolos muscular chest, with one of his arms wrapped gently around her waist.