IM ALIVE !! SEND IN REQUESTS
hey its me !!!! request r open again but rn only for obey me and attack on titan! ill write anythign and evertthing sfw btw (im still 13 LOL)
im so sorry for not being active i . literally forgot my passworkd . im not writing for genshin anymore (maybe will in the futrue if the game actually lets me open it) but at the moment no genshin for a while !! sorry!! unfollow me if u want
anyway pls send in some cute fluffy om and aot rqs im feels lonely
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Wooo, speaking of Roman and headcanons, have a fun idea a friend and I have been tossing around. Take the idea of a Creativitwins fusion (let's call 'em Aeneas,) have 'em go by the royal We (and capitalize all Their pronouns while we're at it,) and best of all, give them an enthralling, fascinating voice- the voice of a king must be heard and obeyed, after all~ Aaand maybe make Them both a raunchy tease and a romantic, sappy bastard while you're at it and set Them loose on the other four~
Omg I wanna use this character for a fanfiction in the future. GUYS IF YOU WANT ME TO DO A SMUT FANFICITON WITH THE ROYAL TWIN FUSION, SEND IN A REQUEST WITH THE NAME AENEAS!!!!!
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@threeleggedcrow
When Barbatos looks up from placing the decorative pillows back on the couch in one of the castle’s sitting rooms to see you at the nearby table, he wonders why he was given such a position. There are mere steps between where he stands, another pillow between gloved hands, and where you sit, hunched over the coursework his lord has demanded of you, yet each step filled worlds of distance. He, a demon. You, a human. He, left hand man to a king. You, a mortal with a significance no heavier than a speck of dust. He, with a lifetime and power unimaginable to a human and you, who wishes to use what little of both you posses to spend with him.
He wipes one of such off the pillow before resting it in its proper place and when he looks up again, you’re turned to him, smiling. He ducks his head, a tight lipped smile on his own face, and continues with his task in another of the many rooms in the castle.
There are rules to such things. They’ve evolved over time, and for good reason. Do not injure the humans. Do not put them into harm’s way. Important rules, but they’re no longer necessary, he knows, and counts the number who would protect you without a second thought in time with his steps down the hall. Seven demon lords. Two angels. A demon king and and a sorcerer. One bu-
His steps halt and Barbatos slips into the next room, an armful of new sheets to change the bedding with inside.
Do not use the human as an excuse to be late for class. The human cannot be trusted to evaluate Diavolo’s Human World celebrations. These are the rules now, and Barbatos is sure it will take longer for these to change as well. Other rules, as well, will remain steadfast for even longer. Do not seek the human out while on duty. Do not call for the human to visit the castle more than twice a week to avoid suspicions. The human cannot be given desert before breakfast, no matter their complaints. Do not reach for their hand in the halls. Do not bend to kiss them when others are in view.
Barbatos finds the sheets uneven and, with a frown, throws them off to try again.
He regrets, sometimes, the promise he made with his lord. There is excitement in the unknown but there is frustration, too. Is there a time in which he could be open with you? Is there a world in which he could hold you as he pleased? Where you stood at his side at work and in pleasure? In which you said yes? Again and again you would say yes?
He smooths a wrinkle out from the blanket and eyes his work until he is sure no thread is out of place. For a brief moment, the thought crosses his mind to see if you’re still in the sitting room before shaking his head and turning towards the kitchens, instead. That would break the rule - one he’s made and one you’ve agreed to. How would get done, both his and yours - if he was allowed to see you when he wished? Always. Always he wished.
But he is a demon of time, and while travel through it is another rule, forbidden, he can pull up memory after memory and play them as clearly as the initial sight to pass the time. Visions of you dancing in the gardens spin through his mind. Echoes of your laughter ring in his ears from a time spent experimenting with human world foods. Quieter moments, of your head on his chest, his hand on your back, a move you’ve both forgotten about as the two of you drifted.
Barbatos is quick to prepare dinner. Each memory urges him faster. The sooner the evening meal is finished the sooner is duties are completed and the sooner he can see you. Something simple, then, and Barbatos rushes with both magic and appliances to serve his young master and-
And then you.
Barbatos brings the platter up to the sitting room and relief fills him to still find you sitting there. The scenery has changed - your work is completed and put away. The chair is pushed away from the table and the pillows on the couch are back on the floor. You’re sprawled on it in their place, and Barbatos lowers the plate to the table to make his hands free for you.
“Have you been waiting long,” he asks, resting light hands on the shape of your hips and running his fingers up your sides. He’s been waiting too long. Far too long.
But the door is closed. There is no one here. There is no rule for that. Barbatos curls a hand around the back of your head, lifting you up to meet him even as he beds down to press a kiss to your forehead. Your cheek. You lips. One for each hour he’s been forced to spend away.
It will be the same tomorrow and the day after that. Until he is no more than a powerful demon and until you are no less than a mere human it will continue. It is the rule of such things.
Do not fall in love with a human.
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Stuffies
PART 3! Sick Cuddles!
Description: You are in sick and need of lot of hugs and cuddles!
or….adventures and cute stories with a reader/MC who carries stuffed animals around all over Devildom.
Pairing(s): NONE!
Word Count: 2,436
Link to my AO3: Click Here
Author’s Notes: So sorry for the long wait, I am super happy to be writing again! Enjoy the fluff~
Part One Part Two
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This was the worst ever. You would think the common cold had no place in the Devildom but how wrong you were.
You coughed into your forearm and groaned. “Whyyy me,” you moaned.
Lucifer sighed. “Because you decided to go on a midnight stroll with Mammon. With no coat, might I add.”
You glared halfheartedly at him, but he glared ten times stronger back. He was too powerful. You sniffled and melted back into your bed, laying against a stack of stuffed animals and fluffed up pillows. Everything was sore, and you were freezing. So cold that even the multitude of fluffiness around you did nothing.
The Avatar of Pride hovered over you, his arms crossed and stern looking. “Just rest for now. I have Solomon preparing some medicine that you’ll be able to take.”
You stiffened. “So-solomon…?”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry. While his food is terribly inedible, he is one of the best potion makers we have around. I trust him in this.”
“You won’t let me die, will you Luci?” you said, then sneezed violently. So bad your entire head shook.
He made a disgusted face, but afterward he nodded at your question. “I won’t let you die.”
You reached a hand out, clenching and unclenching it, and whispered, “Come here.”
Lucifer looked a little scared at first, because Lucifer did not seem to like anything to do with colds at all, but he did lean down, probably feeling bad for you. So you took your chance and grabbed his oversized sleeve and tugged. He wasn’t ready for that and stumbled into your bed, and you held on to him like he was a giant stuffie. You hummed at his warmth.
“What are you doing!?” he shouted, struggling immediately. He was clearly not trying to hurt you but also trying to get out of your clutches. He pulled back far enough to be able to look at your sickly expression and furrowed his brows.
You shushed him, “My head hurts, I’m cold, just snuggle me for a bit… please?” Being sick was awful, and all you wanted was a hug. Couldn’t he allow you that much?
Lucifer was the only brother you hadn’t gotten a pact from yet, so you couldn’t exactly force him (not like anyone else would reject your hugs, especially Belphie or Asmo).
Lucifer was stiff and looking out of place in his full outfit while you were in pajamas and a haphazard blanket thrown over you. Still, soon enough he sighed for the umpteenth time as he looked at your face, which you hoped showed the misery you were feeling. “I will allow you ten minutes. That is all I will allow, understand?”
That was plenty enough time, you would no doubt fall asleep by then. He hummed. His hand came to rest on your lower back a moment later. Then he scooted backwards until he was sitting partially up on the bed, and you lay in his lap instead.
You smiled and pulled your blanket over yourself more and pressed your face into his chest, feeling his body heat start to overcome your own coldness. “Thank you.”
“Rest now. Your medicine will be here soon.”
You fell asleep to his soft touches on your head and back, warm and comforted.
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“Noooo…” you cried. You clutched to your chest Po and avoided the spoonful of medicine being pushed at you. “It stiiiinks…”
Solomon sighed. Luke laughed. They both came by to check on you, and Solomon to drop off the potion. It wasn’t going so well for you at all. But, Luke was like an cuddle bug and because he was an Angel this sickness couldn’t get to him so you could snuggle him, too. He currently lay beside you, giggling.
“You have to drink it, or you won’t get any better,” Solomon said. He tried to push the spoon at you again, but you pursed your lips together and moved your head.
“I can just sleep it off, please don’t make me,” you sniffled.
Luke pet your arm. “Solomon, isn’t there any other way?”
“No, Luke, she has to drink this. Twice a day. For the next three days.”
You sobbed. “Why meee…”
The door burst open, and in came Beel. His twin was being dragged right behind him. “I heard you were sick. Are you eating?”
Belphie yawned. “I can put you to sleep, too,” he murmured. He took a seat on the other side of the bed, and over took your pillows and stuffies. You let him, he was warm and smelled like chamomile and it was comforting.
The sorcerer in the room sighed from where he stood at your bedside, hovering with a potion bottle in one hand and spoonful of the same substance in the other. He looked frustrated, but that didn’t mean you felt sympathy. You were not taking that stuff. “She just needs to drink this and go to bed. A little help would be great,” he said dryly.
Beel frowned at the potion. “It smells.”
You nodded sadly.
“But if she has to,” Beel continued.
You gasped. “Beel, no!” You were betrayed.
Belphie chuckled. “Here we go.”
What did that mean?
Suddenly, Beel was on the bed on his knees. You were so shocked you gasped, and in that shock he had taken the spoon from Solomon and shoved it between your open lips. You tried to move away before anything could happen, but his hand held the back of your head and his hand was so big and he was so strong you were defeated.
You swallowed, and then cried. Belphie and Luke both hushed you and pet your head and arms, Beel getting off the bed and doing the same.
“That—was—icky!” you cried. Your mouth tasted like sour candy, and you hated sour candy.
Beel shushed you. “You did such a good job,” he said. He put his hand on your forehead, and it was hot. “You need to rest, your fever is high and you need to sleep. Belphie?”
“On it,” the younger twin said.
You were put on your side, Belphie behind you, and Luke took this as his time to move. He frowned at you but let the twins do their job. Still, he handed you Po, who had fallen off the bed, and you thanked him.
Belphie’s voice was in your ear, and you couldn’t recall what he was saying exactly but the intention was clear: go to sleep. And you did, with a terrible taste in your mouth.
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“She looks so pale, poor lovely,” Asmo pouted.
“We should give her something to eat,” Beel said.
“Can she even eat?” Mammon asked.
“Of course she can, dufus,” Satan responded. “She can have broths and tea, and probably some crackers and juice. And of course she needs to rehydrate so lots of water.”
You felt surrounded and like a Zoo animal. You were laying on the common room sofa, having had 2 days of drinking Solomon’s nasty potion and lots of bedrest. Lucifer gave you permission to leave the bedroom as long as you stayed in this one room.
So of course, everyone came to see you. You came in around noon after waking up late, and had been in here quietly for a few hours before they came home from RAD.
“Ah, she looks so cute with her stuffed doggy, though, doesn’t she?”
You whimpered when Asmo said that, and pressed your face into Fido’s belly. He just cooed again. You didn’t know what it was, but right then you just wanted to be left alone and to breathe. You’d been cramped in your room for so long and now you felt cramped again. You felt a tear slip out of your eye, and tried to push yourself further into the couch.
“Enough. She needs to rest still. You all need to stop hovering around her and speaking as if she is not there.”
Lucifer came in the room and Simeon was behind him with a tray. The Angel had come over to check up on you and make sure you were taking your medicine as Solomon was out on an errand for Diavolo as of yesterday.
The brothers mumbled but moved away, wandering around the room.
“Sit up, please,” Simeon asked gently. You did, with some help from him maneuvering your blankets and pillows. He gently wiped at your cheek from the little tear drops that fell, and gave you a soft smile. “Here you go, darling,” he said, setting down over your lap a tray with warm soup and water. There was also a cup of steaming tea that smelled of honey.
“This is the last one and you have to take it.” Lucifer handed a potion bottle to Simeon along with a spoon, the Angel having taken a knee beside you. “She won’t do it herself, so you must force it on her.”
You glared at Lucifer, and he just raised a brow back but you saw a small smirk on his lips. He was not wrong…
Looking around at the brothers doing little things, Satan pretending to read, Asmo looking at his reflection in his hand held mirror but occasionally looking over at you, Beel and Mammon talking but pausing and glancing over at you and then acting all flustered when they saw you noticing them. It was overwhelming, and you still felt a little embarrassed being sick and fussed over like this.
You grabbed Fido and squeezed him for comfort.
Simeon hummed. “They’re just worried, lamb.”
You nodded. “I know, I’m just…”
“Tired? Wanting to be well again?” he guessed.
You nodded again. “Yeah…”
“Poor dear.” He pet your hair from your cheeks, and felt your forehead. “Still a bit warm, but you shouldn’t have a fever as of tomorrow.” He held out the spoonful of terror with an angelic smile. “One more, okay?”
You sniffled. “Okay…” You let him spoon feed you the potion, and you swallowed it with a grimace. He gave you water and you swished it around to which Simeon just laughed. “Ugh.”
Lucifer took the potion back from him. “Drink your tea and eat the soup. What you can’t stomach tell Mammon take away, this is partly his fault after all.” He titled his head at Mammon, who fussed but agreed. “And drink all the water as well, you’re obviously dehydrated.”
“I will, I promise.”
Lucifer gave his nod of acceptance. “Good girl. Simeon, let’s leave her be. She’ll be watched by my brothers for now.”
Simeon bid you a soft goodbye and a get well soon. Then it was time to eat. You struggled a bit, but ate half the soup and drank all the water. The tea was nice and tasted good, felt good on your throat, too.
Beel helped you settled back down while Mammon took the tray away. You thanked Beel for adjusting your blankets and pillows so they were fluffed up. He said, “I do it for Belphie’s bed all the time. Sometimes he forgets, and his neck hurts the next day.”
Satan glanced over at the tray before Mammon took it to set on a table in the corner of the room. “Not bad,” the blonde demon said. He quickly took a spot at the end of the sofa, and put your feet in his lap. “You should have eaten more, but that will do I suppose.”
You giggled when he tickled your ankle. “I’m full, Satan, I can’t eat anymore.”
Asmo half sat at the head of the couch, and he started to play with your hair. “Don’t force her to have any more or she might throw up.”
You tilted your head to let Asmo begin braiding your locks. “Mmm…” It was luring you into sleep, the soft touches on your scalp. Also the full stomach helped with that.
Asmo smiled down at you. “Go to sleep, dear,” he said. “The best medicine is a full 8 hours of beauty sleep~”
“No it isn’t,” Mammon said, leaning over the couch. “The best medicine is laughter.”
“Well, are you going to tell her a joke then?” Satan asked.
They proceeded to argue back and forth, and you yawned. There wasn’t time to ask them to stop, because sleep was coming fast. “Goo’night.”
They stopped arguing, and gave you soft ‘goodnights’ of their own. Even though it was 4 in the afternoon… And you went to sleep just like that.
When you woke up that night, you had been put back into your bed. Beside you lay your favorite trio of stuffies, Louie, Po, and Fido, and on the nightstand was a glass of water. You reached for the water and drank it all.
The clock said it was an hour past midnight. You were sleepy, but not from the sickness. In fact, you felt much better. But you wanted to cuddle someone…
You crept out of you room, after grabbing the smallest stuffie, Louie, to take, and knocked on Levi’s door. He was the one up at this hour a lot just like Lucifer.
“Password?”
You smiled and gave it. He heard your voice and opened the door, and was shocked to see you. “I—are you still sick, are you okay? Do you need anything? Water, or maybe some more tea? Lucifer told me that tea makes your throat feel better when humans are sick—”
“Levi,” you stopped him before he really rambled. You reached for him and hugged him. “Can I sleep in your tub-bed with you?”
He flinched, but then relaxed and hugged you back. “S-sure, c-come on it. I wasn’t going to bed soon because I have a game releasing in an hour but I can still cuddle you?”
You hummed, that sounded nice. “’kay…”
He climbed into his tub first, and then reached for you to lift you up and lay you in with him. Sometimes you forgot how strong he was. It took some expert maneuvering but you found a spot right between his shoulder and neck and snuggled in, Louie tucked in your arm. It was soft and warm. He put a fleece blanket over you both and that was even better.
Levi’s hand went up and down your back. “Sleep, little one,” he said, unlike him in the moment. He pet your hair and a soft rumble came from his chest.
The blue light from his fish tanks gave you a strange comfort and it lulled you to sleep along with his caresses. You did hate being sick, but all the cuddles were a big benefit.
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25 Days of Christmas Day 21
Pairing: Satan x F!MC
Prompt: “It’s 5 AM. Go back to sleep.”
Tagging: @plumpblueberry @christmaswarlock @sakura-1819 @starry-starry-night24 @thewitchofbooks @stardust-dreamer13 @ikemensengokufangirl @gay-noodle-clan @nad-zeta @canaria-blackwell @lordsister @thetwinkims
A/N: We’re so close to Christmas! Some Satan fluff with his MC and some kiddos! This fic takes place in the human world instead of Devildom. Also, I know they probably wouldn’t celebrate “christmas” since they are demons but I imagine the boys would do it for their lovely mc.
These human traditions were exhausting. Putting their two children to bed, then finding them sneaking out of their rooms to watch for Santa, and having to put them back to bed again, followed by helping MC put out presents under the tree and in the stockings hung above the fireplace... it all drained him by the time the pair actually climbed into their own bed.
Satan knew it would be well worth it when they lit up with delight in morning.
But morning came much sooner than he’d imagined it would.
A small hand smacked against his head, their four-year-old daughter peering down at him with such excitement. “Daddy wake up! It’s Christmas!” Green irises were full of energy.
He lifted his head to get a look at the digital clock on the nightstand. Tiredness falling over him, begging to go back to sleep. Satan squinted, trying to be sure of what he was reading. “It’s five a.m., go back to sleep.” His head hit the pillow as he sighed.
“Aww. But Uncle Levi and Uncle Mammon are here. They said we could wake you up now!”
Of course, they’d been the ones to encourage this.
Satan turned just in time to see MC tugging the covers up over head oh so slowly as not to alert the girl to her being awake. “It’s too early,” he said, snatching his daughter up and hugging her to his chest as she giggled and struggled.
“But daddy!”
“I can’t hear you. I’m sleeping.” He started to fake snore, only making the girl fall into another fit of laughter. Her small body writhing to free herself from his tight embrace.
The door to the bedroom flew open. “Launchin’ in three! Two! One!” Mammon shouted before throwing the seven-year-old boy into the middle of the bed. “Mission success!”
The blonde boy bounced several times before scrambling to tackle his mother cocooned beneath the comforter. “Momma! Momma!” The bed squeaked as he jumped up and down with his hands on her shoulder.
“I’m up. I’m up.” She sat up, catching the lanky boy as he threw himself into her arms. MC brushed her fingers through his soft hair. She had a feeling that a certain greedy demon woke up the kids for the sole purpose of annoying his little brother.
“Get up yer lazy asses up! The Great Mammon is here! It’s time to party!” Mammon cheered.
MC exchanged a mischievous glance with Satan before announcing, “The first one to capture Uncle Mammon gets to keep his goldie for a whole day.” It would get them out of the room for a little bit.
“Wa- hey! Stay away brats!” Mammon shrieked, turning to run as the boy launched himself off the bed to attack. Their chase beginning already. He had to protect his goldie!
The girl however folded her arms with a frown. “That’s not fair cause I’m really small!”
Satan patted her head with a chuckle. As a half demon, she possessed more strength than the average human, so she wasn’t at that much of a disadvantage. But... “I bet if you ask Uncle Levi, he’d help you out.”
“I am his favorite,” the girl said, giving a definitive nod. It was no secret that her and the third oldest were close. She had a knack for solving puzzles and strategy, making her a good partner for some of his video games.
And with that, she was off, leaving the two parents alone in peace for a few precious moments.
“Good morning,” Satan said, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to her lips.
“Is it really morning? This hour should be illegal,” MC replied, flopping back down onto the mattress, sighing out of sheer exhaustion. She didn’t really want to know but she asked anyways, “How much sleep did we get?”
“A few hours.”
“It never gets easier. Plus, your brothers can’t seem to stay in their own house. How did they get a key? I thought we took them all away.” She loved them. She really did. But sometimes, she wanted to have a locked door that actually worked.
It was a good question, but he’d learned to simply let it be when it came to his brothers determination to get into their home. “Shall we get dressed? They aren’t going to let us go back to sleep.”
“In a minute.” She reached up to grab his shirt, tugging him down to her. Their lips met for a tender kiss. For a moment, it was simply the two of them. But the peace ended swiftly. A loud shatter followed by Mammon shrieking again broke them apart.
Satan chuckled with a shake of his head. “They’ll destroy the place if we don’t stop them.” He bent to kiss her forehead, brushing her messy hair away from her face. “Merry Christmas, my love.”
However chaotic it was, this was truly the best day of the year.
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Day 27: Doggystyle
Simeon x GN!MC
“P-please stop staring at me and just…do something, Simeon!”
Their face was completely flushed and burning, as they turned it to hide against their pillow. The angel at the edge of the bed simply chuckled lowly, making their hole flutter at the sound. He had them on their hands and knees before him, completely bare while he still had all of his clothing on.
“An admirer of art should be allowed to enjoy it as long as he wishes,” he spoke, making them whimper into their pillow. “I am entitled to do so, don't you think?"
MC finally felt the mattress sink as he pressed his knee into it, leaning forward to cup their heat, his thumb barely pressing to their entrance. The teasing sensation had them shaking, their copious slick covering his gloved thumb without much effort. They heard another chuckle leave him, and they could see the smirk spread across his lips without having to lift their head.
“I love when you’re so eager,” he hummed against their skin, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to their sex.
He pulled away from the mattress, removing the cloak from his arms, watching their entrance pulse and twitch as he took his time undoing his belt, tongue gliding over his lips as he knew the sound of his buckle alone would rile them up further.
They whimpered when he climbed back onto the bed, feeling his thick cock press against them suddenly, making them rock back against him. He let them move on their own for a bit, slicking his cock up with their precum before he halted them, fingers sinking into the meat of their bottom. They wiggled anxiously against him, but didn’t complain; they knew the moment they did, he would pull back and tease further.
“Arch your back more, MC. I want to be as deep as I can go,” he ordered, and they obeyed immediately, bowing their back so their chest and head were pressed into the mattress, hands by their head to keep them stable as his tip probed their entrance.
With a sigh, he entered them slowly, stretching their walls at an agonizingly slow pace, making them involuntarily buck against him and pushing more of his cock in. His nails sank into the skin of their bottom, making them whimper loudly at the sting.
“Impatience will get you nowhere, little lamb,” he huffed deeply behind them, pulling what length had already been pressed into them right back out.
MC whined, turning their head to pout at him; all he did in return was give them a mischievous smirk, before sinking his entire length into them, making their eyes widen before fluttering shut at the feel of being so full.
“Simeon! Simeon, please,” they mumbled incoherently, unsure of what they were even asking him for; but whatever it was, he was definitely giving it to them.
His pace was tortuously slow, making their legs wiggle restlessly against his own. Their inner walls clamped down on his cock with their movements, making him groan loudly as he gave a rather harsh thrust in return. They gasped, wiggling further to see if it would make him do that again.
“Wish for me to go faster?” he sighed in their ear, leaning over them and pressing in so much deeper that their breath caught in their throat. All they could do was simply nod, and his hand came to cup their chin as he kissed their forehead.
“As you wish.”
Simeon’s fingers gripped their waist and hiked them up further, opening them up more so he could completely bottom out inside them. His pace became harsh and fast, making their breath trap in their lungs and heart feel like it was going to fly from their chest. His name managed to eek out of their tight throat, their arms curling underneath their body as they pressed their head down into the mattress. Their winding orgasm hit them so hard their body spasmed against his, tightening around his cock so much so he hissed a swear for the first time ever, followed by their name repeatedly.
Finally he stilled against them and pressed their form into the mattress, spilling all he had inside of them, and they whimpered once more at feeling his cock twitch and pulse within them. Once completely spent, he rolled to his side, taking them with him, their back against his chest, and his cock still nestled inside them.
He planted soft kisses to their shoulder and the nape of their neck, while they peppered the back of his hand with their own. They felt deliciously content and full, curling into his warmth as they fell into a comforting sleep in his arms.
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Winking Lessons [Obey Me!: Barbatos/MC]
Note: Thanks to @satans-kitty-says-meow for spoiling me and inspiring this. Go follow her. Their blog’s great!
Obey Me! Masterlist
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"Can you wink?” MC looked up at the question directed towards them. Their eyes met with Barbatos’s as he tilted his head in wonder.
"Um…Yes?” the said more like in a question. “Why?”
“Could you teach me?”
“You can’t wink?”
Barbatos sighed and shook his head. “I’m afraid not.”
Lucifer glanced up from where he was sitting nearby and scoffed with a roll of his eyes, but didn’t say anything further. MC glanced over to the eldest brother and then back up to the butler. They smiled up at him. “I’d be happy to teach you.”
“Then, shall we begin in private?” Barbatos offered his gloved hand out towards MC.
MC blinked a couple of times at the outstretched hand, a faint blush darkening their cheeks. They hummed in agreement, not trusting their voice before they took his hand. Even through the gloves, they could feel his warmth melting through. Even after Barbatos helped MC stand from their seat, neither moved to take their hand back.
Barbatos led them out towards a private sitting room. He offered a small smile before sitting on a sofa next to MC. He turned to face them, his knees just touching theirs. “How would you like to begin?” MC fidgeted slightly, fully aware that they were still holding hands and that their knees touching. The butler chuckled lightly and rubbed his thumb along MC’s hand. “I believe you’ll need to look into my eyes to help teach me.”
MC forced their eyes to look into his. He smiled softly, making it all the harder to keep looking at him. “R-right,” they inwardly winced as they stuttered. “Really, you just close one eye at a time. Can you do it slowly at first?”
Barbatos stared into their eyes and slowly blinked. MC’s grip on his hand tightened and they felt their heart race. A sly smirk built its way upon his lips as he leaned closer to them. He continued to slowly blink, not tearing his eyes away from MC’s.
“You’re closing both eyes,” MC whispered.
“Am I?” he responded just as softly. MC could feel his breath on their lips. With their face burning, they nodded. He placed his free hand on their shoulder and brought himself closer, resting his forehead against their own. “Perhaps if I’m closer, it’ll help.”
MC struggled to form words. It took everything in them to not hide their face in his shoulder. And they knew that the playful glint in his emerald eyes meant that he was purposefully trying to overwhelm them.
“MC!” They froze at the sound of their in the doorway. Still, they couldn’t look away from Barbatos.
“Lord Diavolo,” Barbatos spoke calmly, still not looking away from MC and not moving.
MC could hear Diavolo clear his throat awkwardly. “I heard from Lucifer MC was teaching you how to wink.”
“Yes,” Barbatos affirmed.
“You know how to wink. You did it yesterday at Lucifer.”
“Yes, I did.”
“I think you’re going to kill MC,” Diavolo sighed with exasperation.
“Fluster, perhaps. But not kill.” Barbatos winked towards the prince. Perfectly.
MC whimpered and finally broke eye contact. They leaned into Barbatos’s shoulder, hiding their burning face. “You liar,” they whined. They could feel the rumbling in his chest as he chuckled.
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Mini Blog Update:
I’ve been working on my masterlist all morning and realized something scary.😥 As I try to add my new works to my masterlist, the formatting gets funky and some of the new links break! My life flashed before my eyes 😖
I came up with a simple solution and began a “Masterlist Part 2″ I want to finish out the week before I post it since I still have a lot of content incoming. But all the fresh post-hiatus work will be on there along with everything else from here on out.
Sucks that I can’t have my content all in one place but I might be able swing it if I totally redo the first one. However, that would take hours and I’d rather spend that time writing some stuff for now if Im being honest. Also, it would be cool to start fresh anyway. I’ve changed and I think my style has change a bit, so it’s poetic in a way 😅
SO, if you don’t see my new stuff on my current masterlist, give me a little bit of time and I will release a new masterlist soon! For now you can utilize my tagging system. #obey me smut | #ikemen revolution smut | and for sfw, that aint me. sldfkj jk jk jk, just type #obey me or #ikemen revolution. Should be good enough for now.
Also, I know I have been doing a lot of HC lately, but I will be posting actual fanficiton here soon. I just love how versatile HCs are XD
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2) Talking to friends also help me a lot ^^
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There was only one bean bag
“Get off!” Levi yelled. He let go of his controller to slap a hand against Mammon’s side, sending his older brother tumbled from his place on the edge of the bean bag to the floor.
“There’s enough room f’r two,” Mammon complained. He sat up on his knees, rubbing at his side.
“No there isn’t!” Levi shifted, crossing his legs and taking up most of the bean bag with his knees. He held his arm out to keep Mammon from climbing back up, but it was his controllers turn to bounce against the floor when Mammon attempted to reclaim his spot, knocking the both of them off balance. The television screen went black and Levi’s mouth opened in a silent scream.
“What’s the problem? The floor is fine.” It was Belphie’s voice that filled the room. He lifted his head, tufts of hair sticking up on side and knees curled up to his chest, the controller just inches away from his feet.
“The problem is that Levi keeps hoggin’ the chair.” Mammon planted himself as firmly as he could on the uneven seat and knocked his shoulder against Levi’s when his brother stuck his tongue out.
“It’s mine!.” Levi knocked back into him.
“Well who paid for it?”
“That’s not how that works and you owed me for breaking the first one!”
Belphie rolled his eyes and picked up the forgotten controller as his older brothers snapped at each other. He slipped the attached headset over his ears, but even the loudest volume setting wasn’t enough to completely block out their arguments. It was difficult to hear the dialogue of the game, but, luckily, Levi hadn’t gotten too far into the plot. Belphie was back at the first boss they had encountered in little time, but even he was unable to defeat it when the character’s current gear.
Levi’s foot kicking against his head didn’t help either.
The headset went sailing and the controller rolled against the floor once more. Belphie twisted, lips pulled back in a growl directed at Mammon and Levi grappling. The bean bag was forgotten as they rolled on the floor, knees and elbows and hands locked together.
Fine then. Belphie grabbed the controller again and made himself comfortable on the chair.
“Hey-” It was the only warning Belphie got before his brothers noticed who had taken over the bean bag, and the only warning before the bag was picked up by them and he was dumped back to the floor.
“No one said you could use it,” Mammon snapped.
“You can’t use it either,” Levi snorted.
Belphie frowned. “Fine. Bee-”
The door to Levi’s room opened before he could finish calling for his twin, and it was Beel who was behind it, blinking slowly at the three of them on the floor. “I heard shouting.”
“You’re right you did!” Levi jumped to his feet. “Mammon’s trying to steal my bean bag!”
Mammon snorted. “I’m not tryin’ to steal it I just wanna sit in it!”
Beel’s head swung between the two of them before landing on Belphie.
“They kicked me and pushed me down.”
Beel frowned and took a step into the room.
“No we didn’t!” Mammon raised his hands and even Levi scrambled back. “We were - yeah - we were just messin’ around was all. Right Belphie?” Beel crossed the room and Mammon flinched back as he neared, but Beel passed by him to kneel down next to his twin.
“Did you get hurt?”
Belphie stuck his bottom lip out. “I think I have rug burn.”
“No you d-” Mammon started, but an elbow into his side quieted him. Mammon slapped at Levi.
“Let’s look at it back in our room,” Beel said, already wrapping his arms around Belphie to pick him up and carry him down the hall. He turned, slowly, so as not to jostle Belphie, and gave Mammon and Levi a sharp look. “I don’t know what you two are fighting about but I’m going to come back and find out.”
“T-there’s no reason for that, yeah?” Mammon swallowed. “Plus, I, uh, yeah, I got somewhere to be. So, you tell ‘em Levi!”
“What? No-”
But Mammon was already gone, slipped after Beel as he took Belphie back.
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Not me coming home and immediately writing my mc, Early, making a pact with Barb ‘cause I’m still thinking about it. This probably isn’t how they’d actually make the pact but it’s still a cute idea and I’d like to at least try to keep my mc’s canon close to whatever canon the story can be called. MINOR SPOILER for the end of season 3
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“You didn’t look.” Barbatos’ voice was confident but the hands Early handed the book over to shook slightly with the weight of it. They held their hands over the covers, steadying it, spreading their fingers to tap their pinkie against his thumb. They shook my head.
“You told me not to. Why would I?”
“Because when have you ever listened to anything anyone has told you here?”
Early puffed their cheeks up and released the book only when the thin line of Barbatos’ mouth twitch upwards. They crossed my arms over their chest, instead, with a huff of air. Exasperated. Indignant. Relieved. There had been something serious to the warning Barbatos had given them before their final test from Solomon. Something serious enough to make even the demon that could see everything nervous. It had made Early nervous in return, but not enough to open the book.
The grimoire. The pages that contained the very essence that made him him. Early supposed that was something enough to make anyone nervous - there were parts of them they weren’t ready to expose yet, not to Beel and not to Barbatos, and none of it was written somewhere so open as a book. To have it available so easily...
Trust.
Did Barbatos not trust so easily? Did he not trust that Early wouldn’t look after promising not too? Did he not trust them to hold him so tightly? After everything - did they mean nothing?
“Barbatos-” Early turned, wondering if their words were one of sorrow or despair or comfort, but any and all died on their tongue as they watched the demon crack the spine, thumb running through the pages to flip through the paper. Early snapped their head up, away from it, eyes darting everywhere but the open book before finaling landing on Barbatos’ face. “What are you-”
“You didn’t look,” he repeated, still confident, still uneasy, but awestruck and bewildered and something else Early couldn’t place. He wasn’t looking at them, and Early reached out to grab onto his wrist.
“I didn’t. So why are you doing this now? Is this another test? If I look will you trust me less or if I don’t will you hate me?”
The pages stopped, the book flipping open to the middle as Barbatos’ hands froze where they were. “I could do neither. I trust you. I trusted you with my grimoire and you returned such feeling. I’m doing my part to return yours.” He shifted, lifting the book slightly to draw their eyes to it. Quickly, Early looked down, and again when they saw what was on it.
“It’s a fake,” they asked, brows furrowing as Barbatos’s eyes wrinkled at the corners.
Blank. Both the center page and every one to come both before and after. Carefully, Early lifted the edge of a page, pinching the corner as if it would crumble between their fingertips if they moved too fast and power snapped like electricity across their skin, racing down their arm and making their heart jump.
“I can’t - I don’t understand. I can’t read it but it-”
“No one can,” Barbatos answered after a minute of watching Early grasp for both air and words. It was a difficult thing to put into words, his power, and it made sense for it to be as similarly difficult to write as to speak. But his magic was still there. His history still imbued inside the pulp. Barbatos wrapped his fingers around Early’s wrist, hold gentle, and carefully drew their hand back over the page. Guided by him, Early touched the page a second time and shuddered as the power it held warmed their skin. It was hot, still, nearly burning, but it didn’t shock and Early didn’t feel the need to pull away as the magic flooded into them.
Piece by piece it spelled itself out for them, a feeling, wrapped around their hand and entwined with their fingers, pooling on the inside of their wrist.
“No one can read it. Not at first,” Barbatos continued. He slid his hand into their palm, fitting his fingers between theirs and flipping their hands over. On the inside of Early’s wrist was a small mark, no larger than a quarter. “I’d like to teach you how.”
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Belphegor and Ace MC
The candles scattered about the room caught you by surprise. Tall ones, short ones, red and green and yellow, some brand new and some you were sure you’d seen in Lucifer’s room. You weren’t sure what mood the wide assortment of them was supposed to ignite, but it was growing into an uncomfortable one as you spotted what their soft light was flickering over. The bed was freshly made, sheets brand new and pulled back just enough to reveal a multitude of pillows fluffed up to perfection. In the shifting shadows you thought you could make out flower petals and something like smelling salts.
It smelled like smelling salts. The room had a pungent but light scent of something soft and fruity, with something underneath it. Something thicker. Something spicier.
A hand at the small of your back made you jump.
“You do need this,” a low voice said slowly. Belphie pressed himself up against your side, nudging at you until you returned the favor by wrapping an arm around him.
“Need what exactly?” you asked, eyeing the set up. Not that you needed to ask. You knew what these things meant. You’d seen the movies. Read the books.
“Aromatherapy I guess?” You felt him shrug. “You looked stressed about something and Asmo suggested it.” Is that what the smell was? What about the flowers then? And the salt scattered around the bed? That wasn’t...it couldn’t have just been to simply smell nice. “I didn’t know what you were supposed to get so I just got everything.”
���Oh.”
“Oh?” He repeated it back, stiffening.
Oh. You knew that tone of voice. You tightened your hold on him. You’d seen other movies, read different books. Ones with characters that had younger siblings. Ones with younger siblings that didn’t get their way.
“You don’t like it?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“I did all of this for you, you know.”
“I know, I just...” You cast your eyes about the room again. The candles held a different meaning now. They were to help your eyes in the gloom and nothing more. The flower petals were purposeful, not romantic, to add a subtle scent to the candles. The smelling salts a last ditch effort to make sure it worked. You felt like a fool for thinking differently.
“You what?”
“I thought this was to do something else.”
He stepped away from you and you let your hand drop back to your side before crossing your arms over your middle, suddenly feeling cold despite the heat rushing to your face. It wasn’t fair of you, you knew, but you you couldn’t help it. You were always anticipating something - anything - more than just an innocent nap with Belphie. It was true that something had been bothering you for awhile. It was bothering you that Belphie hadn’t said anything. Every night you slept curled up against each other. Every movie that played while he held you in his arms under a thick blanket. Every hug and kiss and touch you were waiting, breath held. You’d spent so much time in his bed it was only a matter of time he’d want to do something other than sleep.
Not that you’d been much better.
You hadn’t said anything either.
“Did you want to do something else?”
“I...” The confidence in Belphie’s voice was another surprise. There was no pout that usually followed a question like that. No furrow of his brows. His eyes were intense and focused on your face. He didn’t step any closer. He didn’t step any further. “Not really. I’ve never...really wanted to.”
“I haven’t either.” He said it so bluntly. The amount of surprises that kept coming were quickly tiring you out and you took his hand when he held one out to tug you closer to the bed.
“But I thought-”
“I thought the whole point of this was you’d stop thinking.” His usual grumble was back and you smiled, letting him pull you into the mattress. “We can talk about this later. Asmo said these stupid rocks are supposed to give you good dreams and I want to test them out.”
You laughed, sinking into the pillows. The sheets were warm and the pillows were as soft as they’d looked. You felt yourself relax them in, truly relax for once in the room, and you didn’t stiffen when Belphie rolled over to pull you against his side. You didn’t have any second thoughts as he kissed the top of your head and you wiggled closer into his hold.
In fact, you didn’t have any thoughts as the candles and salts and the mix of their scents worked their magic and you fell asleep.
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Stuffies
PART 2! Sleeping in the Devildom!
Description: Your first night was an easy sleep, but your second not so much...
or….adventures and cute stories with a reader/MC who carries stuffed animals around all over Devildom.
Pairing(s): NONE!
Word Count: 1,615
Link to my AO3: Click Here
Author’s Notes: Okay so I was not expecting so many likes for this, but thank you very much to all those reading! :3 I hope you enjoy this chapter :)
Part One
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Sleeping in your room while several demons slept in the same hallway was actually pretty easy the first night. You had passed out in the shockingly comfortable bed after dinner with the brothers (and wow was that a crazy time, you lived alone so you always ate alone and the banter was fun to watch, but the food was weird too) and snuggled close with your Panda stuffed animal Po, rubbing your cheek and nose in the ultra-soft plush tummy of the black and white bear that was about the size of a pillow. You even woke up with drool on her.
The first morning before school you had an eventful time meeting angels. Simeon was so pretty and kind, and Luke was hilarious with his huffing and puffing, but super energetic.
They didn’t seem to mind your stuffed animals, either, which was great. You said you stopped caring what people thought, but these were… immortal beings… so it was a little bit different than normal ‘people’.
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Meeting the Angels
It was the morning of your first day at RAD and the room was full of demons, waiting for the new arrivals. You sat on the sofa between Belphie, who was falling asleep into his pillow, and Asmo, who was looking at himself in the mirror and fixing his eyeliner. Why, you weren’t sure. He looked gorgeous. You wore very little on your face, only a bit of liner and Chap Stick that was cherry flavored.
You held one of your oldest stuffed animals to your chest, trying to comfort yourself as best as you could. Meeting the Demons first was so shocking you didn’t realize how much it would have helped to have a soft or squishy friend in your arm until now.
Then, they strolled into the room. Lucifer stood to greet them, nodding his hellos, while you stared in awe. They gave off an aura that was so beautiful. Not a visible one, but it was like your soul was brighter, and your eyes were more open.
There were two of them, one was taller with dark hair, and the other shorter with blonde hair. Both wore white outfits, but had no wings which was sad. But you had only seen a few demonic forms so far—Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, his butler, and Lucifer, when you first came yesterday—so it wasn’t that surprising they would look human. It was probably easier to maneuver in hallways without huge wings or appendages like tails.
“And this is our newest human student.”
Oh, you were being introduced. You stood up and nodded your head, smiling a little shakily at them as Lucifer gestured to you. “It’s so nice to meet you!”
Simeon, the angel who seemed to know Lucifer after watching how they interacted, gave you a handshake that was elegant in the way he held your own hand like you were a princess or something. “A pleasure to meet you as well.”
The smaller one, named Luke, glanced up at you with a wide grin and said something of the same, but didn’t shake your hand. “You’re so pretty! And—oh, what is that? Is that a dog? You brought a dog to the Devildom?! Simeon, I want to bring a pet, pleeease?” He turned his eyes to the taller angel and begged.
Simeon chuckled. He pat Luke’s little head and the blonde haired angel huffed. “Celestial Pets would not survive here unfortunately. And I don’t think it’s a real dog, Luke.”
You shook your head. “Nope, it’s my stuffed animal. His name’s Fido. I know, super original, but I’ve had him since I was a kid.” You held him out for them to see. He was about 10 inches and was squeezable, and you felt he was perfect to take on your first day at RAD.
Simeon smiled kindly. “He’s lovely. Do you have others?”
Mammon spoke up from his place behind you on a separate piece of furniture. “Oh yea, loooads of ‘em. The entire bedroom is full, it’s insane.”
There was a smack, then a moan from the Greed Demon. “Shut up, Mammon, you insensitive prick,” Satan spoke up. “We’ve all got our collections.”
You were surprised Satan defended you but also happy about it. Knowing Mammon from the breakdown you had yesterday, he probably didn’t mean it to be insensitive, he just spoke before thinking.
“Well, then, I look forward to seeing more of your collection.”
Luke agreed. “Oh, me too! Do you have any with wings? Like a dove, or a peacock, or what about a flamingo!?”
And you all chatted for a bit, and you felt pretty excited for your first day. You were told you were going to meet one more person at RAD, and it had you giddy. Would they be just as kind? You hoped…
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So yes, the first night was good, but after your first day at RAD—and that was a whole other story on craziness that included being overloaded with information on demon history and new math you would probably be terrible at, and also potions was a scary subject because you immediately thought of Harry Potter, and not to mention the many, many demons looking at you and probably wanting to either eat you or kill you—you just could not shut your eyes the second night.
It was past 11pm, the second day of school was tomorrow, and you had to get a good night’s sleep. It was obvious Lucifer demanded good grades from everyone. Sleep was an important part of that.
Maybe an almost midnight snack would help?
So you got up, put on a sweater over your long sleeved pajamas because it was pretty cold here at night, put your fuzzy pink slippers on, tucked Po under your arm, and went down the hallway as quiet as a mouse. You had a surprisingly good memory of places, and mazes were easy for you, and seeing as this house was a maze you found the kitchen quick.
You poured yourself a glass of milk—it looked like milk, and smelled like it, so you prayed it was milk—and sat on the barstool drinking it. Warm milk would be better, or tea, but you didn’t want to open cupboards and have anything bang or start the oven or stove, it looked way different from the ones at home.
There was a flickering of light in the corner of your eyes. You followed it to a room with books stacked high along the walls, and a couch and chairs around a fire going all by itself with brick towering above. Magic, perhaps, kept it burning.
The couch facing it directly was cozy looking so you sat on it, and sipped your milk staring into the hearth. Fire danced in your eyes and it hypnotized you. The warmth was great, and cascaded over your body like you were sunbathing. You liked the sun but heat without light was better, and this was perfect.
You found your eyes shutting and quickly placed Po beneath your head and yawned. Then you drifted into dreamland for a while, the heartbeat of the fire lulling you.
A soft touch on your body woke you up from slumber. The fire was blocked by a body, and your eyes opened and you glanced up to see Belphegor with his own black and white companion, his pillow, and noticed a blanket thrown over your body.
“The fire goes out at 4am, so you’ll get cold,” he said monotonously, then went to the next couch over and copied your position of laying on your side cuddled to your panda stuffie but him with his pillow instead, and you watched as he transformed in the blink of an eye. He was like a cow-hybrid, and had the tail just like one. He also had curled up horns, and you remember seeing those on other transformed demons. Was that a trait they all had?
His eyes glowed purple when he looked at you, mesmerizing like the fire but in a different sense. “Sleep, it’s late,” he said, curling his tail over himself like a small blanket.
And you did sleep, sort of instantly, too, the Sloth Demon following suit. It was probably one of the best nights of sleep you had in a long time.
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���Aahhh~~ So cuuuteee!!”
The sound of photos being taken from a phone, and the squealing, woke you up. It felt too early, and you groaned, pressing your entire face into Po. “Uhhh, noo mom, please turn off the lights,” you begged.
A soft coo, then a poke to your cheek. “Aw, sweetie, it’s time to get up, although I hate to move you looking so darn adorable.”
You blinked away sleep and groaned, rolling your head back to see Asmodeus standing over you, dressed for the day in his uniform, and his D.D.D in hand, and still snapping pictures of you with it.
You covered your face with one hand. “No, stop,” you sleepily pleaded. “Too early, ‘m ugly.”
He shushed you and tapped your hand until it moved, and giggled when you cried as he took another picture. “You’re second to me in beauty, darling, don’t say such things! You and your cute little stuffed Panda bear, this is Devilgram worthy~”
There was a soft chuckle, and you shot your head over to see Belphie laughing at your face. “Beware, Asmo will post that almost instantly.”
“Already done!” the Lust avatar declared. “You’re famous, my dear~” he winked.
“You guys are so mean,” you pouted, shoving your face into Po. But little did they know, you were smiling the entire time.
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Use me as you please
Description: It was something the both of you had discussed when you began the relationship. Lucifer wanted you ready for him always. So you never wore underwear to bed or really anything, nude was the best way to sleep. You made sure to be open and prepared for him even when in slumber. Now, he was going to use you.
Warnings: NSFW, Bath Sex, Vaginal Sex, Blood Kink, Cock Warming, Hint at Somnophilia
Pairing(s): Lucifer/Reader
Word Count: 4,093
Link to my AO3: Click Here
Authors Note: Do NOT follow/repeat anything that happens in this fic. Please, this is only a fictional work and it is not healthy to do some of the things that are done in this. With that said, please enjoy~!
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You were woken up by a soft touch to your neck. You groaned, curling back into the warmth of the body behind you. “Lucifer,” you sighed. “’s late…”
“Shhh, my dear,” he nibbled at your earlobe, “just relax.”
It was something the both of you had discussed when you began the relationship. Lucifer wanted you ready for him always. So you never wore underwear to bed or really anything, nude was the best way to sleep. You made sure to be open and prepared for him even when in slumber. Now, he was going to use you.
So you made no move to stop when he kneed open your leg, his bare thigh rubbing against your dampening pussy. You kept your eyes closed and felt the pressure of him against you as he pushed up to your core, while he licked and sucked your neck.
“Ahh-hah, ‘s good,” you sighed. He hummed in response.
His hand pulled your leg up and back to rest over his own, and his thigh retreated away. Cool air hit your clit and it throbbed at the temperature change. In replace were his fingers slipping between your wet folds. Two of them entered you swiftly, body clenching and hips jerking as you gasped. You were wet and open just enough for him. Lucifer harshly bit you as he fingered your inner walls, feeling your cushioned warmth throbbing around his two elegant fingers.
“More,” you begged lazily, rocking back into his nude body. You felt his cock hard on your ass cheeks and you wanted more filling you up. You wanted to feel his thick cock inside you, his hot sperm coating your pussy. “Want you in me, now,” you exhaled as he plunged deeper, hitting that special spot inside that made you cry out.
“Demand and you shall not receive, my sweet. What do we say instead?” He thumbed your clitoris ruthlessly back and forth as penance.
“Please, please fill me with your cock, Luci,” you cried out, your hand reaching back to pull his face deep into your neck. You loved when he attacked you there with his sharp teeth and tugged enough to break skin. You were no stranger to blood play, it had quickly become a kink when you started to lay with him.
He chuckled darkly and replied, “very well.”
You sobbed when he left you empty, but soon enough his cock was sliding in to the hilt, his balls pressed against you. Lucifer sighed in delight as he was seated fully in you. His hand gripped your hip tight, and you could not move. You both lay there, panting, unmoving. Feeling one another so hot and ready, your hand clenched into the sheet below. Your body was attempting to push back and down onto him but he was not allowing it.
His hot breathe tickled your cheek. “Ah, ah, stay still, let me feel you pulsate on my cock for a moment.”
You sobbed dryly. “Lucifer, please,” you begged once again. It was all you could do, you were at his mercy. So you clenched around his cock, hoping for more, wishing he would just move. The hand on your hip gripped tight and his nails scratched at you.
He tutted. “Naughty thing, you are, now lay still and be good.”
So you did as he said. Feeling him, listening to his breath. Your heart was racing and you felt sweat trickle down the nape of your neck.
“I love feeling your pussy. So heated and wet, always so tight and ready for me to fuck it raw.” Despite his words, he did not move a muscle to fuck into you.
Your body was trembling in need. “Please,” you tried again. He was cruel to you in the best ways, but this was too much. “Please move, please please I want—” You tossed your head back and cried as he suddenly pinched your clit and tugged. “Lucifer!”
He laughed at your pain-filled pleasure, the clenching of your walls clamped down on him as he pulled on your sensitive nub between your wet lower lips. “Good girl, you beg so nicely for me.”
Then, thank fuck, he was moving. Immediately you met his thrusts back, ready to be fucked. Your hand once again tugging his cheek down to have him kiss your neck, the other still tightly gripping sheets. He went gladly, always ready to leave marks on your body.
The thrusting was quick and sharp, and soon there was a swirling of pleasure starting to form in your belly. Lucifer flickered his nail on your clit casually as he roughly pounded you. The tightness in your core was overwhelming and you could not take it, you were going to climax soon.
“’m gonna cum,” you moaned.
“NO.” He practically hissed at you.
You screamed out your frustration with gritted teeth and clenched shut eyes. Why did he do this to you? No, you would not take it. You roughly pushed back against his cock and swiveled your hips. It was almost as if you were punishing him.
“Ah, my little one is upset, I see.”
His wet fingers were gone from your clit, and it throbbed from need. This was what you got in return for being naughty, trying to force him to let you cum. You waited with bated breath for what was to happen next as he never did things in halves.
The pressing of his finger to your puckered hole was sudden and a shock and you tensed, eyes opening in shock. But then he stroked over it gently and cooed into your ear.
Your throat was thick with saliva. “I-I—” you could hardly speak.
“Hush, let me feel all of you,” he licked the shell of your ear.
You were always clean and ready for him, it was a major rule when laying with him or even not, just being ready at all times. Never had you expected this. But yet, it was something you knew you would eventually receive.
He had paused in his thrusting, and you had paused in yours as well. The tip of his finger slowly slipped inside, your body pulling him in with the clamping of your hole. This was a different feeling, less wet but still full. Your body automatically pushed against his hand and he hummed against the skin of your cheek. A second finger pressed alongside, opening you other entrance more, and soon he was thrusting two in. Both were wet from your pussy juices. You could feel his cock brushing against them through the thin walls of your body. It was a fantastical pleasure you didn’t know you could feel.
Lucifer moved his hips, and started to fuck you once more. “Ahh,” you exhaled. Your lashes fluttered closed again. It felt so good to be so full of him.
“Rub your clit,” he ordered.
Your hand went down quickly to do as he said, and you sobbed wetly this time. So full, so many nerves being touched and abused. Your pussy was tight and your asshole was too. Spasm after spasm in your legs and stomach and holes from the pleasure overtaking you. His fingers spread you apart as his cock tore you open. Your bodies were rocking together and you could hear the pants you both emitted in time with each other.
Close, you were so close. Just on the edge of climax, you could feel the electric colors coming from behind your eyes and soon they would explode.
“Do not cum.”
You shook your head and complained with an open mouthed sob of “No”. That was too hard, you had to cum. “Please let me, please I need it,” the wet cry left your lips, and you felt drool slip out of you.
His voice was on the edge of demonic, and he growled, “You will listen or you will not cum at all.”
Your fingers stopped rubbing your clit to help the orgasm not occur, but he chastised you with a sharp tug of his teeth, and you felt blood well up and slip a few beads of it down your collarbone to drop onto the pillow. He was lost in pleasure, and you felt the intensity of his demon side surrounding you without actually having it pop out.
“Did I say you could stop touching yourself?”
You sniffed, tears coming to your eyes. “N-no, sir,” you responded, and your fingers went back to your abused and sore throbbing clit to rub it more.
“Hm. Disobey me again, little one, and I promise you won’t be cumming for a long time. I’ll get a chastity device for this dirty pussy,” he promised, thrusting harshly in reprimand. “I’ll fill you up and never again let you feel the sweet joy of release. You’ll only be here to hold my sperm in your open holes.”
Your body quaked from his words, but it was from fear and arousal. He was not a liar. “I promise I’ll be good,” you said through half sobs. He pulled your asshole apart wide, curled his fingers up to press against your g-spot from the other side. “AHH!”
You kept begging for release while he abused your holes with his cock and fingers. His tongue lapped the blood that welled up from his nick on your neck, warm and slick on your collarbone. The press of his chest to your back and his hair tickling your cheek, all of him against you felt so good.
The pad of your finger was sore from the attention it gave to your clit. The wetness grew more and more in your lower body, and you heard the wet squelch of it as fluids came out of you when he fucked your raw hole. The sounds made your cheeks burn hot.
“Your holes are so warm around me,” he moaned. “So inviting, perhaps next time I’ll fuck this tight ass.”
You grit your teeth and ground your hips against him. “Yes, yes, whatever you want!”
“Do you want to cum on my cock?”
You sobbed out loudly, “Please!”
“Then cum.”
You did, and explosively so. Body spasms and head spinning, your entire body was on fire. Your orgasm was the strongest you ever had. Your mouth was open with spittle spewing all over the place, your eyelids so tight you saw stars flashing light pops of electricity. It ran down to your feet, toes curling.
Lucifer pulled you in close, and his fingers never stopped pounding into your ass while his cock pulsated around you and filled you with his hot cum.
When the high left you, you came down slowly, panting and shaking. His fingers withdrew from you, but his cock stayed, clenching wet sore walls around him. Your asshole throbbed and it felt wonderful, little sparks of pleasure still hitting you.
He moved you to lay on your back, and you opened your eyes, finally seeing his face. It was blurry to you, but you saw Lucifer’s wonderful smile, and he kissed you soundly. You sighed into his mouth, titled your head up. You felt dizzy with emotion and sore in a fantastic way.
He nuzzled your neck, licking the blood that dried up. He groaned, the taste of it, he once said, incredible on his tongue. “Such a good girl for me. So pliant and perfect. Let me feel you a little longer, my sweet,” he said, turning to have you lay atop him. You felt some of his sperm trickle out of you.
Lucifer’s hands caressed your back, and it was comforting to have him surrounding you this way. You looked up into his eyes, red and heated. You smiled sleepily at him, and lay your head on his chest. Yawning, you kissed his abs one time, then closed your eyes and fell asleep with his warm cock still inside you.
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You woke up with Lucifer buried inside of you. It was nice, albeit cold and sticky around your entrance. His cock was slightly hard too, and the full feeling made you a bit horny again. You were splayed across his body on your stomach, legs intertwined. Lucifer’s chest was moving up and down steadily, and his fingers combing your hair was a nice feeling. To be snuggled close and keep warm with his demonic body heat was great, you never got cold in his arms.
“Are you awake, my darling?” he whispered.
You yawned, shoving your face into his neck. “Yeah…. Sorta…”
He chuckled. “How about a bath, hm? We can get you all cleaned up.”
“’kay, sounds nice.”
He slipped out of you, then, and your vagina was a little sore as he left you. The used feeling went to your asshole as well, and it felt like a bruise that was poked but had a good tingle afterwards. It wasn’t uncomfortable completely. He mindlessly hushed you when you winced and groaned, and you wiggled your hips to shake the feeling.
His arms hooked around your waist and upper back and he lifted you as he sat up, your legs circling his hips. He kissed your head once, and then you both maneuvered to the bathroom. Lucifer sat you on the countertop nude, it was cold and shocking to your naked body and the bathroom wasn’t quite as warm as the bedroom. You felt your nipples harden, and you put your arms across your chest to warm yourself.
You watched Lucifer, who was also nude and stunning to watch bend over the claw-footed tub in the center of the room to turn on the water, the steam forming instantly. His body was strong and lean and chiseled. His cock was half-hard, and it hung between his legs perfectly. Your pussy clenched in remembrance of last night, and you idly rubbed your forearms against your perky tits to tickle your nipples, also squeezing your legs to feel your used clit pulsate.
Lucifer turned to look at you, and smirked. “Are you feeling okay, dear? You seem a little chilled.”
You shook your head, face red. “N-no, I just…” and you bit your lip.
He strolled over to you, your eyes straying to his cock again and back to his eyes when you heard him chuckled deeply. He stood in front of you, grabbed each thigh that you held tight, and spread them apart while they shook from his heated touch. He glanced down at your vagina and hummed, one brow raised. “What a dirty little pussy you have,” and you moaned as his fingers teased your puffy lips just so, your head lolling back. His hand brought your face to his with a tight grip on your cheek, and you stared into his darkening eyes as he practically tickled your labia with his fingertips. “Look at me.”
He stared at you, looked you over with heated observation. Like you were some sort of display. He smirked once he was done, your body burning red. He opened his mouth and kissed and bit your lips and neck ravenously, and your pussy was played with just enough to make you buck up but he pulled back so you couldn’t feel him enough. You sobbed against him, hands clenching and unclenching on the counter edges. He was always such a tease to you, he enjoyed it too much.
“You smell like me, full of my cum.” He sniffed your neck and licked the sore spot he made bleed before, and you whined, tugging his head down to the spot. He went gladly, it burned gloriously while his sharp teeth nibbled the bruising area. Was he secretly a vampire instead of a demon?
He stopped then, and you sighed in remorse. He glanced behind himself and then back at you. Looking unaffected by what just happened. “The bath is ready for you,” he said simply.
He guided you down off the counter on shaky legs. You stepped in with his help, and sighed at the warmth that enveloped you. The bath water was perfect. Lucifer smiled. “Is it warm enough?” he asked, tracing his hand across the water top.
“Mmhmm, its perfect, thank you.” You smiled at him and he kissed you sweetly.
He knelt beside the tub on his knees, and your eyes widened as he did so. Lucifer never, ever kneeled. And he was totally nude, but the tub skewed your view so you only could see his torso regrettably.
“Let me clean my mess,” he murmured. He grabbed a bar of soap and lathered up his fingers. Your face was burning from the intensity of his gaze, and his hand plunged into the water. He glided his fingers across your pussy, and you spread your legs for him, eye lids heavy. You were ready for him once more.
“Lucifer,” you breathed.
“Mmm, you’re all warm, let’s see what you feel like inside.”
His fingers sank between your folds and entered you, scissoring his two fingers slowly as he plunged deeper. Your vagina pulled him in. The warmth of the water and the feeling of his soap-lathered fingers rubbing inside of you made you feel extremely hot.
“Ah, yes, you’re swollen walls are burning around my fingers.”
You whined at his words, your thigh spreading and ass lifting up. “More, more fingers,” you asked.
He chuckled. “More, you say? Very well.”
He kept his hand where it was, but then once again you felt his fingers prodding your asshole. Two slipped inside, and your body tightened. His hand, aside from his thumb, was inside both your holes, two fingers in each. Spreading you, soaping you up. Filling you completely.
“I’ll get you all cleaned up, like I said I would.”
You cried out when he sank his hand as deep as it could go and twisted all four of his fingers. “Lucifer!”
Rhythmically he pounded your inner walls. The water was slopping around, and your legs and ass were lifting up in the tub. Your hands gripped the edges and your head tossed side to side. The steam in the room made your face burning hot, and sweat beaded at your brow.
He watched you. Listened to you. You were a puppet and he was playing with you, tugging at the right strings to make you cry out. Your pussy was wet, no doubt, but in the bath water it was impossible to tell how much it was leaking. And your asshole was so tight on his fingers, he never fully left your body but his knuckles teased your ridged walls and pucker with perfect twists and tugs.
Lucifer licked over your cheek, and kissed your shut eyes with sweetness that did not mirror the intensity of his fingering at all. “So good for me, such a good girl. Letting me clean your pussy with my soaped up hand. Your tight ass, too, it’s filthy and open for me. Such a dirty girl, but so good for me.” He sucked your lips into his mouth and tugged at your bottom lip harshly while his fingers pressed against your deepest parts, and you pushed against his mouth eagerly, moaning, wanting more of his touch.
“Open your eyes, watch as I fuck your pussy and ass with my soaped fingers. Watch me pull the filth from your insides.”
You opened your eyes to watch, bleary for a moment. Your chin was tucked to your chest to look below, and you breathed heavily, face burning and eyes too. You could just see around the slight soaped water his hand twisting and turning, and your pussy lips were swollen in the water. The image made your stomach clench in pleasure. You had no hair down there so you could see all. Your clitoris was bare and big, and you almost wanted to touch it yourself but he would definitely not allow it.
Lucifer had to have the ability to read minds because his other hand dipped into the water and he played with your clit like he heard your begging thoughts. He was lightly waving his finger over top of it like a tick-tock motion of a clock. Your hips pushed upwards, and you sobbed, eyes shutting again.
“I said open your eyes and watch.”
Your neck hurt from the abrupt tilt down to watch him pound into you, as if his words bound you to do his bidding, not the other way around, as if the pact roles were reversed. Your throat hitched. Your thighs shook so dramatically in the water it must’ve splashed enough to soak the entire floor around the tub. “Please,” was all you could say then.
“Always begging, aren’t you?” he teased. “Well, tell me what it is you want.”
“To cum, please,” you begged. Your eyes never wavering from your pussy as he wrecked it. Your asshole was tight, and your pussy was, too, ready to cum. Holding back, but it was so hard to do. You were atop a mountain ready to fly off and he wouldn’t let you yet. Cruelly keeping you at the edge of orgasm.
“I’m not done cleaning your dirty bottom, my darling,” he cooed. “Don’t you want to be clean?”
You nodded. “I do, I do,” you agreed. “But I wanna cum!”
He sighed, and tugged your clitoris between his fingers, nails clipping against it, and you clenched your teeth to focus your eyes on your pussy again. He would be angry if you didn’t. The pain was intense and it caused your eyes to water but you had to focus to get your reward.
“Good girl,” he praised. “You can stop looking now, if you wish. I know how hard it is.”
Thank fuck, you thought. You were panting, overheated and ready to burst. Why couldn’t he just let you cum? Your head tossed back and you exhaled heavily, pushing down in time with his thrusting. Soon, please soon. You were so close, it was too much to bare. You would no doubt get in trouble if he didn’t allow you to cum soon.
“Hook your leg over the edge,” he ordered.
You did, and the water dripped from your leg and foot onto the floor. Somehow his fingers got even deeper now, and your throat was tight and hot from holding back your orgasm. Your tongue was pressed to the roof of your mouth and your stomach tight as your asshole. The bathtub against your back and neck was not a soft pressure and no doubt would leave soreness in you later, but you kept rocking, uncaring, chasing the desire to reach your ecstasy.
“You cum when I say. Understand?”
You nodded. “Yes, yes I understand, Lucifer, sir,” you said through pants, rocking your hips into his fingers. They scissored you open and water rushed into you, filling your holes with heated soapy water. He caressed your inner walls more gently, and cooed at you while you cried.
He kissed your cheek, keeping his lips there as he looked down at you. “Soon, my sweet, I just want to watch you a little more.”
You let him play with you some more. His fingers teasing over you, in you, like he just discovered what you felt like. When it came to your asshole it was, you supposed. Your clit was large and sore and stinging with the need to throb with an orgasm. Then, his hand sped up, and his finger vigorously rubbed your clit. Your breath hitched and your muscles tightened. Close, you were so close. Almost there, and all you needed was…
“Cum now.”
Your mouth opened wide and you cried out. Your body spasmed, water sloshing about. It was intense and wet and long, your orgasm. He kept finger fucking you through it, kissing your cheeks and humming against your skin while your lower parts tightened and burned with great pleasure. The warmth of the water surrounding you made it feel fantastic, and you sobbed dryly when his fingers pulled from your holes.
He murmured about how beautiful you were, and how well you did. Stars were in your shut eyes and your head spun delightfully so. You came back a few moments later, the water was cooling now, to see him in a robe. You must’ve dozed off after cumming.
He stood above you with a smirk, arms crossed. “Well,” he said with amusement, “we may have to run another bath. This one is filled with your juices.”
“Lucifer!” you whined in embarrassment.
He chuckled at your response. “I wonder how many times we will need to re-fill this tub today…”
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Misunderstanding [Obey Me!: Diavolo/MC]
Obey Me! Masterlist
Warning: Bad writing? I’m tired and am just posting these one after another without much thought.
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“Oh no, I’m never going to be able to afford a house,” MC sighed dramatically. “I’m going to die starving and broke.”
Diavolo’s head perked up from the food that was brought to him. His golden eyes widened as they locked onto MC. A frown sculpted its way onto his face. He reached over the small table they were dining at and gently took MC’s hands in his large ones.
“MC,” he started. “I would never let that happen. I would do anything in all three realms to ensure you don’t starve. Please, just let me know when you need something. I would do anything for you – you can live in my castle, have all of the food you could ever desire, have full access to the royalty bank account. I won’t let you die. I love you, MC.”
MC blinked at his sudden confession. They felt their face grow warm, not having actually heard the prince declare his love for them before. Their eyes flickered between their hands, Diavolo’s concerned-looking face, and the plate of avocado toast that was just brought over to them.
"Dia,” MC tried, but the words got caught up in their throat. They swallowed their nerves and tried again. “I was just joking. It’s a common human joke with avocado toast.”
It was Diavolo’s turn to blink. He released MC’s hands and leaned back quickly. He took a sip of tea and looked off to the side. His face flushed slightly, feeling like he just made a fool out of himself. “Oh, I see.”
“But you love me?” MC asked quietly, almost wondering if they may have heard him wrong.
Diavolo turned his gaze on MC once more. A small smile graced his lips. “Although I realize that may have not been the best time to confess, everything I said was true.” MC placed their face in their hands as their shoulders shook slightly. Diavolo felt his heart sink. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“N-No,” MC managed to say. They looked up with a wide smile and wiped some tears. “I’m sorry. You’re just too sweet to be the next king of literal Hell.” Diavolo breathed out a sigh of relief. “The truth is, I love you, too, Diavolo.”
“Really?” Diavolo nearly shouted, his hands gripped the edge of the table tightly to prevent himself from leaping over it to smother MC in hugs and kisses. Though, his restraint was wavering greatly.
"Of course,” MC giggled.
He snapped and flew his way around the small table before pulling MC up into his arms. His face buried itself in the crook of MC’s neck as he breathed in their scent. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” he murmured repeatedly to the human he could call his own.
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Day 23: Phone Sex
Asmodeus x GN!MC
It's his turn tonight, and he is giddy with anticipation. The rule is to wait for them to be the one to call, but a big part of him wishes to just start the call himself! He paces around his room, holding his D.D.D. to his chest tightly, until it finally starts ringing, their picture and name displayed on the screen.
He answers almost too quickly, excitedly squealing their name.
"MC! Gosh am I so happy to finally hear from you! I miss you so much, my darling!"
Their laugh is music to his ears. "I missed you too, Asmo! I'm so sorry I haven't called you sooner, I've been busy with my new job here in my world."
"Oh, a new job? Do tell!" He flops on his bed, holding his phone close to his ear to listen to every detail.
"It's just a secretary's position where I sort papers and write up documents for my boss all day. It's rather boring. To be honest," their voice suddenly dropped in tone, "I spend most of my time just...daydreaming, really."
Asmodeus grinned impishly. So that was where this call was going to go.
"Daydreaming, hm? And would a certain demon happen to be in those day dreams?"
"Maybe."
"Only maybe?"
They giggled once more. "Okay, fine, all the time Mr. Avatar of Lust. You really bring that side out of me, ya know."
"Oh I love that side of you though, my dear. It's so feisty and sexy to see you let go and enjoy yourself. Now tell me," he rolled over onto his back, shifting the phone to his right ear, "when you have these daydreams alone, do you touch yourself?"
He could hear them get flustered over the phone with the small 'eep!' noise they made. "So forward, Asmo!"
He chuckled. "Of course, my darling, I want to know what you do when you think of me like that. I want every single detail, please."
They rolled around on their bed, trying to fight off the embarrassing feeling. Mustering up their confidence, they began to share all the naughty details.
"I lay on my bed and think about you kissing me to the point I lose my breath, and then begin to kiss and bite on my neck, leaving your love marks. Your fingers play with my sex and get me all riled up before fucking me hard into the bed…"
He grinned, hearing the airiness taking over their voice. "Touch yourself for me, MC."
Their hand worked its way into their shorts, touching their sex. "Will you touch yourself too, Asmo? I want to hear you…"
"I fully plan to, love. I just want to hear all the precious noises you make."
They worked their sex a bit, whimpering into the phone as they did so, before finding their entrance and used their own precum to slick themselves up and press a finger in. They moaned his name several times as they continued to fuck themselves with their finger.
Asmo undid the front of his pants, allowing his hard cock to spring free. He wrapped his hand around it, pumping it slowly while he listened to them.
"Touch your chest as well, MC. Put me on speaker so I can hear you."
They did as they were told, placing the phone on the pillow next to their head and used their now free hand to pinch and tease their nipple. Asmo ordered them to add another finger inside them and they obeyed, pressing them deeper in, rubbing that deep spot with their fingertips.
Asmo'd pace had picked up, his phone now held between his shoulder cheek so that his freed hand could work at his own nipple, listening to MC whimper and whine to be allowed to cum.
"Tell me what you would have me do to you, darling, and then you can cum. Tell me, love."
"I would have you go down on me and fuck me with your fingers until I cum, and then have you climb on top of me and fuck me into the bed until we both cum together!" Their words tumbled and slurred together as their pace picked up. "Asmo, please let me cum! I want to cum with you!"
"Go ahead, darling. Cum for me."
His name tumbled from their lips over and over as they hit their orgasm, cumming hard on their fingers and riding it out until they collapsed back on their bed. Asmo came soon after, their noises and the vision in his own mind of them on his cock bringing him to his edge.
They both heard the other panting harshly over the phone, until MC gave a breathy laugh. "That was so fun, Asmo. We should...do that again sometime."
He giggled in return. "Anytime you like, love. I am only a phone call away."
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