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demonvibez · 1 month

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Oooh there's this scenario I've had in my mind for a while now //0//0// Its pretty generic I think but... Beelzebub + using food during sex.... It's kind of cheesy but like,,, it's so hot too. whipped cream ON his favorite human?? They both taste divine in their own right, but both at the same time?? Sinful.

A/N: not cheesy at all! I think a lot of us would enjoy this scenario. 😈 hope y'all enjoy this drabble, lemme know if you'd like more! ♡ Rating: Explicit (MDNI) Tags: food play, chest play, oral sex, fem anatomy, penetration mention

It all starts out innocently enough, as it normally does when hanging out with your boyfriend. You find him in the kitchen once again, cruising the cupboards for a midnight snack. You surprise him with a few snacks in a hidden drawer of the fridge, and pull him back with you to your room. You can't sleep anyway, so why not indulge?

And while Beelzebub is normally content to munch away on whatever snacks you relinquish to him, instead he intently watches as you enjoy your own food. Do you even know how seductive you're being? The way you lick the whipped cream off of your fingers, the way your eyes roll back a little at the taste. He can't help but for his mind to be clouded with ideas on how he can make your eyes roll back...

Suddenly, a dollop of whipped cream falls down your chest, dripping its way between your breasts. Before you can even reach down to wipe it off yourself, you can feel Beelzebub's tongue gently licking it off of you. Savoring it like a rare treat, the moan he lets out at the taste stirs desire deep within you.

"-Tastes'damn good," he mumbles against your skin as his lips continue, searching for more. He needs to taste more of you, all of you - another shade of his Gluttony taking over. You pull away, only to quickly pull off your top and spray a little bit of the whipped cream onto your nipple. With a mischievous smirk and lustful eyes, you press your breast back to Beel's lips - which he eagerly accepts. The feeling of him swirling your nipple around his tongue has you gasping out tiny little whimpers and moans, eliciting Beel's already aroused cock to grow impossibly harder. He'd love nothing more than to relieve his aching cock right now, stretching that pretty little hole of yours and filling you up with his own cream - but his sin has another idea, for now.

In almost an instant, Beel pulls away from you, only for him to grab the waist of your shorts and rip them off with your underwear in one fluid motion. He snatches the bottle from your hand, a slight shiver going up your spine as he sprays it onto your sex. The moan that escapes your lips as he licks the cream from your clit is loud enough to leak into the hallway - but neither of you care.

Sweeter than Celestial sugar, he can't get enough of the taste. His favorite human on his tongue, drizzled in the sweetness of the cream - so heavenly, and yet so sinful. Although the more he continues, the more he realizes he prefers to taste only you. He discards the can, his focus never leaving - he is beyond ravenous, and only you can satiate his hunger. His moans rumble deep into your core, the tension within you building as he devours you. Another few swirls of his tongue send you over the edge, euphoria washing over your body as he eagerly laps up every last drop.

And without even the slightest pause, the Avatar of Gluttony continues on, happily sucking on your sensitive cherry as you writhe in pleasure underneath him. Overstimulated after your first climax, you beg and whine, your mind a mess as you grind against his face for more. You just need him inside of you right now, but he just can't find the willpower to pull himself away...

You are addictingly delicious, and Beelzebub will not be stopping until his appetite is fully satisfied.

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the-lady-writes-what · 3 months

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How the Brothers react to you riding them, Mammon

Pretty much All Porn/No Plot, so minors be warned (and stay out)

Content: oral (giving)/blowjob, 69, toys, overstimulation, teasing, cowgirl, spanking (receiving), consensual bruising, slightly mean! Mammon

These are all my own head canons. Don’t be mean about it.

Lucifer Asmo Levi Beel Belphie Satan

🔞NSFW Content Below! 18+ Only! Minors DNI!🔞

Headcanons:

He loves this position because then he can grab and squeeze whatever he wants

Loves to see bruises on you marking you as his

Love body worship

You can leave marks on him too! Let everybody know that you belong to him and he belongs to you

Very vocal in and outside the bedroom. You may have to gag him or do something to get him to shut up for five minutes

Give him praise and lots of it. This is a man who likes to have his--ahem--ego stroked

Speaking of stroking, before getting down and dirty, Mammon loves to have someone worship his cock. I'm not kidding when I say he needs worship before getting down and dirty Come on, sweetheart. You can this cock in your cunt, can't you? Better worship that cock if you want it so badly...

Second prettiest cock (behind Asmo, of course)

Some people think he's a sub, and while that's a perfectly valid headcanon, I personally think he's more dominant. He's greedy and possessive and he likes to go after things he wants. He's a pursuer, a hunter. He wants all your orgasms

Mammon reclined on his bed with you between his legs. His fingers grazed the back of your neck. His nails graze your skin as you suck on his long cock. You hear him hiss and suck in his breath with every pass of your mouth along the shaft. What you couldn't fit into your mouth, you stroked with your hand. Mammon's cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag.

"Awww...baby. Is it too much for you?" Mammon cooed. He patted your head. He shifted his hips to thrust up into your mouth. "How does the Great Mammon's cock taste?"

You answered by rolling your tongue along the thick vein and sucking on the tip of him harder. Mammon's nails dug into your neck, his hand lightly squeezing. You bobbed your head up and down his hot length while trying to take as much of him as you could. In the end, you stroked what you couldn't fit inside your throat. After several minutes of this, you pulled away to gasp for air.

"Need a break already?" Mammon teased. He reached into the bedside table. In his hand, he held a vibrating wand. "Or maybe you just need some motivation.

Mammon switched you around so that your backside faced him. You went back to work on his cock. A shudder ripped through you the second you heard the toy buzz to life. Mammon pushed your hesitant hips down against his mouth. One hand held your hip while the other pressed vibrator against your clit. Your eyes rolled at the sensation of both the toy and Mammon's mouth on your pussy. You moaned around his cock. Beneath you, Mammon rocked his hips upwards, filling your mouth with him. He used every trick up his sleeve to get your pussy soaking wet. His tongue lapped at your folds as he pressed the toy against your poor clit. He moaned with you as he ate you out. Together, you worked in tandem to bring each other up and over the edge. Mammon's cum filled your mouth. You were forced to swallow before you pull away and gasp for air. You shivered as Mammon continued to tease you with his mouth and overstimulate that bundle of nerves between your legs. You gripped the sheets as another orgasm hit you like a tsunami. You screamed as you came all over his mouth.

You were still shivering by the time Mammon switched off the toy and tossed it back into the drawer of the bedside table. His toned arms switched you around once more. Mammon had your quivering body straddle him so that your chests faced each other. He reached between your bodies to stroke himself. You leaned down with your arms on his shoulders and kissed him.

Mammon rubbed the newly hardened tip of his cock against your soaked cunt. He pulled away a bit to nibble on your bottom lip. His face nestled into your neck. Mammon kissed, licked, and left dark love bites along your flesh. Your nails dug into his shoulders as Mammon made you sink down on his cock.

"Come on, princess. Ride that cock for me," said Mammon. He gave you a spank on your right ass cheek.

"Mammon!" You whined.

But your irritation was met with that cocky grin of his. Mammon looked up at you with those blue and yellow eyes. His mouth was hungry for more. He licked his lips as he bucked upwards into you. You braced yourself with your hands on his chest, feeling up the defined muscles of his abdomen.

"Mhmm, yeah. You like touching me don't you? Why don't you ride me like you mean it, princess?"

Mammon groped your ass, squeezing each globe in his hands. He rocked his hips upwards. His hips encouraged you to grind against him, and you caved. You moved against him, grinding down on him and moving your hips. You writhed on top of him; Mammon's cock filling you whole. The tip of him brushing the sensitive spot within you over and over as you moved faster. You bounced on his cock. Though his hands looked slender like a model's, Mammon was rough in handling you. He left hand-shaped bruises on your ass as he spanked you. Each slap on your skin encouraged you to ride him faster, harder.

Your head fell back as you moaned louder. You closed your eyes to the pleasure.

"Scream my name, Y/N. I want to hear it on your lips. If you don't, I'll out and leave you and high and dry. Say the Great Mammon's name!" He squeezed your ass in each of his hands.

Sweat trickled down your brow. You gasped and moaned as you bounced on him.

"M-Mammon, Mammon, Mammon," you chanted his name like he was your god.

And in that moment, Mammon was your god. The one you worshipped with your mouth and hands and pussy. Mammon wrapped his arms around you and drew you against his chest. He pinned your against his body while he thrust upwards. Your mouths met in a needy kiss. Your tongues battled for dominance before you gave in. Mammon claimed your mouth in the same way he claimed the rest of your body.

Pleasure exploded at the base of your spine. You cried out loud enough for all six of his brothers to hear you scream Mammon's name. Hearing you like this, moaning like a proper slut for him (and just only for him), was music to Mammon's ears. He held you close as he pounded your insides and painted them with his cum. He grunted and kissed you hard, swallowing your whimpers. Despite keeping his lips sealed on yours, his groans echoed throughout his bedroom. Mammon's hips bucked once, twice, three more times before stuttering to a halt. You felt his essence fill your lower belly. There was so much of it that it leaked out. You both collapsed onto the bed, both equally and utterly boneless.

You managed to peel yourself off him once Mammon relinquished his hold on you. You rolled over onto your side and cuddled against him. You and Mammon panted from the exercise.

"When...When I catch my breath, it's round two," said Mammon between breaths.

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sindulgence666 · 1 year

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Mc is a modern witch 5

Summary: Unlike Solomon or the witches that the brother have interacted with, in the human realm MC is much like the modern witches we nowadays know: bottle spells, deity work, divination… just plain energy work with the help from the universe. However, since their arrival to the Devildom MC notices how their magickal abilities are stronger and the brothers seem to notice it too.

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this is a long and boring ass chapter, the next one will be better! I just didn't know how to continue without this part! I promise the next one is better ❤︎ If you have any suggestions please tell me! Levi is acting more like the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy instead of the shut-in, for those of you who might say he’s OOC!

Warnings: none.

Characters: Beel, MC, Levi, Mammon

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Doing as Leviathan had told you, you head to the kitchen. As soon as you approach the accorded place, the sounds of someone chewing and gulping down something makes you stop on your track.

Silence.

A moment passes, and the first idea that crosses your mind is to leave, pretending not to have seen nor heard anything. However…

— Not so fast. —A voice that definitely doesn't belong to Leviathan calls out to you.— Are you going to pretend like you didn't see me here, or is it that you're planning to go tell on me?

…

— Meh, I guess it doesn't matter either way. —A sigh of relief escapes your lips.— Anyway, what're you doing in the kitchen so late?

— I was hungry —you’re quick to come up with an excuse for the tall demon.

— Ah, you’re hungry? That makes two of us, then. —The orange-haired demon stops for a few seconds just to keep talking.— Oh, but the refrigerator's empty. I already ate everything in there.

Your eyes stay on him, as if you were waiting for him to just leave.

— What? Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?

The energy in the room suddenly drops. Going to the kitchen to meet Levi maybe wasn't the best idea. Did he forget? Where was him? What could you possibly ask?

— About your brothers… aren’t you supposed to be seven? What about the seventh-…?

— Now, don't you ever mention him in front of Lucifer. —He growls at you and you yelp at the sudden change in his attitude.— This isn’t any of your business, human. I’m leaving. I've already eaten everything that was in the refrigerator anyway.

And so, the Avatar of Gluttony takes his leave. Now, you're alone again with you, yourself and…

— Hey, MN! —Someone calls your nickname

— … Is that you, God?

— What? Seriously? —Ah, the annoyance in his voice makes him recognizable. There he is; finally Leviathan appears.— No, dumbass! Here!

Your gaze scans the room until you find him hiding. At this point, you don't even ask about it. The Avatar of Envy asks about what you heard from Lucifer and he starts looking vehemently for something in the freezer. It would be ridiculous if the credit card was actually-…

— So it really was frozen! —The third born takes out a huge block of ice with a card in it, putting it in the microwave to thaw it.

He was just about to say how stupid he was for not thinking about it earlier when…

— What’s with all the racket, you two?… HEY, wait a minute! There in the microwave… that looks like Goldie! Get it outta there before the microwave demagnetizes it and makes it useless!

Levi and you both look at each other and you take the plastic out of the microwave.

— Levi you idiot!

— Hmm, are you SURE you should be talking to me like that, Mammon?

In a matter of seconds, the bickering starts between the two demons. You prefer to stay as a bystander of their arguing, at least until…

— ..wait, WHAT?! Why d'ya want ME to make a РАСТ?! —The white haired demon suddenly raised his voice— Levi I can't believe you'd go through all this trouble! It’s just money!

— Excuse me? Remind me again which one of us tossed aside what little pride he had left, all to get his hands on a credit card?

— Hey, you shut up! And you, human! What're ya thinking, lettin' Levi use you like this? Are you stupid? Go on, say somethin'!

Leviathan was clearly annoyed before, but now he was angry. How could he refer to you as stupid? He was not using you! (Maybe he was, in some kind of way! He was trying to help you and himself too! The third born and you exchange looks for a brief second before you open your mouth again.

— Make a pact with me, Mammon.

— UH-UH, NO WAY! NOT INTERESTED!

Oh Luuucifeeer! Mammon's here unfreezing his credit caaaard!

— I mean, of course l'lI make a pact with you, human! I'd be thrilled to!

And just like that, your first pact ever with a demon is forged. A burning sensation installs itself in your skin, but your mind is stuck trying to comprehend what just happened. You just made a pact. With one of the seven avatars of the seven deadly sins. With one of the most powerful demons to ever exist. With a demon that was not Leviathan nor Lucifer.

With…

With a demon that was not Leviathan nor Lucifer! How did that happen!? Why did that happen!?

— Devildom calling to MC, are you there? —A distant voice rings in your ears.— MN? MC? Hello!?

Blink

Leviathan's room.

When did you go to his room? Why are you…? How? Just a few seconds ago you were in the kitchen and…

— Lord Leviathan… —You're not speaking casually to your friend. You’re hurt. You're speaking to the demon you trusted; to the demon that always comforted you and held you when you cried.— why Mammon?

The question goes unresolved, so you try to reformulate it.

— Why did my first pact ever had to be with Mammon, a demon I barely know and not with you, who I admire and love dearly?

A couple of seconds are spent in silence before the Admiral gathers the courage to speak and explain himself.

— Look, I know it may have seemed as if I used it to my advantage… —You look down to your feet in fear.— But I’m trying to protect you, I really am

Your brows furrow as you look up at him again, tilting your head to the side in confusion. Protecting you?

— Think about it, MN. You are in literal hell, surrounded by demons who want to eat you and devour your soul. I can't be by your side at all times, but Mammon has to. He has to protect you, and with a pact you can make sure he actually does his job.

He takes your hands in his and looks directly into your eyes.

— Why does it bother you that much?

— Because I wanted you to be my first demon!

Leviathan freezes. He blinks once, twice, thrice…

Did he listen well? Did you really…?

— I wanted us to have a pact, but you always said I wasn't ready for something like that and now you make me do a pact with a sin I don't even relate to! What's this all about!? —You sob

— So do you want to?

Your lips stop moving and you look at the demon. He is looking aside and his cheeks are fiercely red. He is clearly embarrassed and making his best effort to mantain his composture.

— Do you want to make a pact with me, MN?

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zuzuhasablog · 9 months

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ANIME MASTERLIST

Author's Note : these are old works so forgive me for anything lmao 💀🙏 REQUESTS ARE OPEN BTW ! I'll do anything as long as I've seen the show but I'll put some samples down below, smut is welcome

everything is below the cut !

HAIKYUU!! ハイキュ—！！

♡ what they'd wear IRL (Tsukki, Omi) HEADCANNONS

♡ FIRST DATE (omi, iwa, suna) FLUFF?

♡ you're here, i finally have you in my arms (oikawa) ANGST TO FLUFF

♡ how they kiss u (oikawa, iwa, suna, omi, 'sumu, 'samu) SUGGESTIVE FLUFF?? (and lots of simping)

Obey Me! Shall We Date?

♡ obey me cuddles (beel, lucifer, satan) FLUFF, ATTEMPTED HUMOR?

My Hero Academia

Jujutsu Kaisen

Bungou Stray Dogs

The Great Pretender

Attack on Titan

Saiki K

Wotakoi: Love is Hard for Otaku

Sk8 the Infinity

Black Clover

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rubberduckrobin · 25 days

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𝗦𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱.

Fandom: Obey Me!

Summary: The brothers bickering, as usual. But this time it comes at the cost of a life.

Word count: Around 1k.

Authors note: This was originally meant to be a knights/princesses sort of thing but I wanted an epic battle with a dragon... but I also wanted it to be sad, so here we are.

[R/N stands for Readers name.]

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55778944

TW/Content warnings: Injury/gore, blood, death.

[GIF from IceGif.com. This does not belong to me.]

It looms over you.

You'd seen dragons as tameable, beautiful creatures. A staple of fantasy, the only harm they bring being fear - for the purpose of narrative; the romanticisation of them in the books you read and the games you play lessened the thoughts in the back of your mind that if it were a real being, without a ‘hero’ to save you a dragon could kill. And what’s even scarier is that most of the time it has no motive, because at the end of the day it’s an animal born into the world blind - as everyone is - relying purely on instinct.

The dragon before you is not the kind from fiction. You need to now delve deep into the drowned thoughts: the realistic. It’s real and it’s standing in front of you, defensively as if you are the threat. Because, essentially, you are in its instinctual-driven perspective - survival of the fittest.

And as its form, almost quadruple the size of you, towers up between you and the Devildom sky, you realise that stories are rose-tinted from the imagination, and that the reality is blinds you with tears. Never would you have thought them to be true blood lusting and ravenous beasts.

You were entranced by it, a deer in bright headlights, and because of this were brought into its territory as its next prey; now you need to fight back.

It was foolish of you to approach it, to be your own ‘hero’, but you had nowhere else to go.

If it were a perfect fantasy world, you would threaten to slay the dragon, but instead caress its 'smooth' scales and hush it to calm, the world brought to applause - but this is the Devildom, and the closest you are to being saved by a ‘hero’, other than yourself, is a last minute arrival of one, or all, of the brothers. A reliance on a close scrape is all you have.

Your flesh loathes the gaping claw wounds as they tease you, trying to rip themselves off of your skin, before you do it yourself, no longer able to endure the agony.

It hasn’t yet torn you apart but it’s taking your strength. You’ve now turned to foetal, curled up into a ball, clutching the lines of the bloody split carved into your stomach, the rocks of the ground adding to your agony.

The dragon has so far only managed to scratch you twice, pick you up by its claws and drop you from half its height, but it’s enough to make your body surrender. But no, not your mind; it’s still clinging onto the hope that somebody - it doesn’t even have to be one of the brothers - somebody is coming.

Excruciating. Hot streamed sweat and blood boils the wounds, streams into your eyes and you are not sure whether you’re blinded by this or by the tears cascading down your face like bullets.

You can hear muffled voices.

It burns, it burns. The blur turns red. Is it now blood or is it flame around you from the dragon's breath? The only thing the stories and games were right about. This is crazy - dragons are real, just not tameable, beautiful. Only partially beautiful. You were entranced. But now you see the ugly in its sharp skin, the tangled, matted, burning, smoking fur and you can hear its furious empty growls.

It slashes you, again, then curls you around its nails. It drops you, again. Your breath hitches. Over and over. Over and over. It’s not steadying, it embodies the panic you feel. The ash blocks your nose. You have to breathe through gritted teeth.

It stops.

Not the pain, but the dragon. Why is the dragon now just watching you?

You turn.

No, it’s not watching you.

Four of the brothers are there, almost as expected.

“I was ‘ere first, back off! I can do it myself!” Mammon.

“I’ll save them!” Leviathan.

“I need to be the one to save them. I need to apologise.” Satan.

“Can’t you guys see that just fighting each other is not going to fight the dragon?” Asmodeus.

Magic takes concentration, and it’s not something they’ll have if they continue to bicker; in a perfect world, they would all work together.

You realise that this might be your own last fighting moment, so you take the dragon's distraction as a chance to run, and where else would you run to, other than into their arms?

You choke on the things you long to ask: if they were there the entire time, why didn’t they act sooner? Aren’t they strong enough?

Your breath catches up to the pace of your feet - the dragon is not yet defeated and is growing impatient.

The first to catch you is Mammon.

“R/N!”

He’s shaking, and as you grasp for the rest of them, you realise they all are. Or maybe it’s just you.

“Ah, you’re bleedin’, you’re bleedin’! Alright, R/N, we’re ‘ere. I promise ya you’ll be alright.”

They didn’t act soon enough. In the absence of their action, you feel even more of your strength fading.

You turn to your knees, limp.

“Woah! Woah! R/N! Are you okay?”

More arrive. The dragon watches keenly.

“Idiots! Why didn’t you do anything? Idiots, idiots!” It’s all Belphegor can say. He's loud and this taunts the already-ringing deafness in your ears.

Beelzebub remains silent. Frozen in fear…but you know it's not the dragon. You know deep down that it's because he’s scared of losing you. Like he did with Lilith.

And he doesn’t know it’s your fault not his.

“Everyone. Leave. With R/N. Now.”

“Oh, great. Lucifer gets to save the day, as usual.” Does Satan not care?

“Then let's all do it then, for fucks sake.” Belphie cares, you know this. But he's making things worse - everyone is.

The only people left in your embrace are Asmodeus and Leviathan, but it's grown less comforting over time as they realise the severity of your wounds and also as the tension increases.

Your bloodied hands stain their shirts as they drift away from your touch to confront the dragon.

You reach out to them, unable to do much more.

“I said leave, did I not?” Lucifer is tired. You know he is.

Will any of them ever defeat this dragon?

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The dragon is defeated, but at what cost?

You hear the dragons’ wail and thud as it collapses. You see the flash of light from the magic. You watch all of the brothers turn to you.

You see Diavolo arrive. You see him point at you, an expression never seen on a king's face before.

Why is he pointing at you? You can’t tell through your half-shut eyelids.

Your blood is warm, the ground is cold. Your head hitting the ground from the side.

Your last feeling is the blood dripping from your forehead. Your last smell, the blood. Your last taste is metallic. Your last sound is lost voices.

Your last sight, your heroes.

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🇹🇺🇲🇧🇱🇷 🇲🇦🇸🇹🇪🇷🇱🇮🇸🇹

#obey me #obey me fic #obey me fanfiction #obey me fanfic #om! shall we date #om! fanfic #obey me brothers #angst

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radnewspaperroom · 1 year

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I love when things like this happen, but why is it always when I'm cleaning?

I had a scene idea while cleaning again:

The Ballroom scene from Anastasia, but MC in the castle of the demon king.

They come to answer summons from Barbatos and when Little D is leading them through the halls, they pause and sneak into the ballroom, enchanted by the whisps of ghostly figures they see.

Once in there, the phantoms vanish, but a sense of deja Vu is too strong to ignore, they reach out with their magic and lingering traces of familiar beings echo back to them like feathers on skin.

It's not the same, but also is the same. They begin a dance they can't recall, their magic bursting at the seams to run wild for once. They release it, a memory of a dream they once had of a party and someone dancing with them across the floor. Elegant and smooth, laced with danger and threat under the ecstasy of touch long ignored and denied.

An outfit made of the same shimmering dust covers their clothes, far too detailed and well made to be mere imagination. It flows with them in a way that was just made for them, their height and weight, their length and shape. Lovingly tailored and worn.

The dance continues, swapping partners across the floor, their head swaying with elation and freedom. Until a pair of cool, watchful eyes make contact with their own. Not a phantom conjured with magic, but flesh and blood.

Barbatos is watching from slightly behind a pillar with interest as the dust like figures dissipate without a steady stream of magic to fuel their forms.

MC straightens their assistant uniform and bows, slightly embarrassed but mostly afraid of reprimand. But the demon merely smiles in his all knowing way and gestures for them to follow, the young master must not be kept waiting.

#obey me #obey me fandom #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me fanfic #fanfic #om! shall we date #om! barbatos #om! mc #om! fanfic #obey me Anastasia scene

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actualyoyo · 2 years

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I’m so stupid for the idea of lucifer playing the piano omg. Like it’s so simple but just singing well he plays!!!!(!(!!$/837;837: all cute and look at his face and his eyes look down and his lashes so long and he looks so calm right now just getting lost in the notes and keys!!!!! And humming the song with him and it’s just so fucking domestic oh-em-gee!!!!?!:$:@4&948:828;9;

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demonvibez · 5 months

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A/N: I haven't actually played lesson 40 yet, but I've seen a ton of spoilers, and they made me emo af XD so I quick wrote this to get my thoughts out ~ may not be canonically accurate lol

You suddenly appear back in the House of Lamentation, slightly bewildered after the effects of the portal - you're in your room again, and everything is exactly where you left it. Your eyebrows furrow for a moment before you shake your head, disbelief filling your mind as you process your surroundings. You question to yourself if you're really back, is this really your timeline? From what you can infer, it would appear so - everything in the room lines up with your memories. But how long were you gone? How long before your demons started to frenzy, turning over every stone in the realm until they find you?

But you're back now.

Surely, they missed you. Surely, they've been attacked with grief and turmoil as you've spent months traversing through the past, doing your best to heal them as you mask your own weaknesses, your own fears, your own anxieties. Doing your best to get back to them. It feels like you have been gone a lifetime, and surely they've felt that, too.

Except, when you push open the doors of the House Library, and announce your return, you can't help but to feel a certain way at their lackluster responses.

Ah yes, time travel.

You're glad to have your demons back - and part of you is glad to hear that they have missed you without knowing why. But at this moment, it all hits you. At this moment, everything you have compartmentalized has come busting forth in your brain - all of the trials and tribulations of going back into the past has caught up with you.

You went through so much - and it wasn't their fault.

But it does throw you for a loop when you finally return home to your demons, but they never noticed you left.

To them, it was a night of sleep; to you, it was months of trying to prove yourself...

And that bothers you.

It's not your fault. It's not their fault, either.

But the idea unsettles you nonetheless...

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the-lady-writes-what · 24 days

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How the Brothers react to you riding them, Belphie

Pretty much All Porn/No Plot, so minors be warned (and stay out)

Content: degradation (slut), bondage (Belphie's tail), choking, dacryphilia, some aftercare and cuddling.

These are all my own head canons. Don’t be mean about it.

Lucifer Asmo Levi Mammon Beel Satan

🔞NSFW Content Below! 18+ Only! Minors DNI!🔞

Headcanons:

The Avatar of Sloth is obviously going to make you do all the work, but he's going to be mean about it

I don't know what it is, but Belphie seems like such a mean power bottom. Dominant but makes you do the work

He's definitely into overstimulating you, that way when you tire out you sleep with him when you eventually pass out

Likes using his demon form so he can wrap his tail around you, but also likes to include other forms of bondage like handcuffs

Pretty mild degradation

Belphie's tail wrapped around you snugly. Your arms were pinned to your side even as you lowered yourself down on top of him. Belphie shifted his hips upwards to help ease you down. You looked down as you started to move your hips.

"B-Belphie..."

"Hm?" Belphie reclined against his pillows. He looked up with sleepy eyes and a self-satisfied smile.

"Belphie!" You whined.

"You wanted to fuck. I wanted to lie down. You want to fuck so bad, start moving, slut." Belphie didn't bother wiping off that look on his face.

His tail twitched while still wrapped around you. You gasped as his tail tightened up. You felt the familiar squeeze pressing your arms harder to your ribs and around your bare stomach. There was so much muscle in his tail. Belphie lay there, comfortable and unmoved by your pleas of mercy. He watched you bounce up and down on his cock while bound by his bovine tail. Once in a while, the fuzzy tip flicked across your thighs like a fly swatter. You shuddered and whimpered each tip the tip of his tail struck you.

"Faster," Belphie commanded.

He gave you a hard stare. Beel wasn't home tonight, so you could make as much noise as you wanted. You strove to ride Belphie faster, harder. A coil wound up tight in your lower belly, but on your own you couldn't quite reach the spot. Your juices flowed with every order and degradation that fell from Belphie's mouth.

"Getting wet? Were you that desperate for my cock or..." Belphie's tail flicked across your clit, making you cry out. "Or do you like it when I call you a slut and squeeze you like this?"

His tail tightened up again. Belphie almost knocked the wind out of you. Belphie sat up. One hand reached for your neck and the other found the bundle of nerves between you legs. His fingers pinched your clit and rolled his hips upwards. His other hand clenched around your throat. Not hard enough to leave damage but just enough to make you feel pressure against your throat. Tears welled up in the corner of your eyes and creep down your cheeks.

"Oh? Look at you," Belphie cooed. "Slutty cry baby."

With that, Belphie ran the flat of his tongue along your face. He licked up the tears that had streamed down your cheeks.

"Pathetic," said Belphie, whispering against your cheek.

His hips thrust upward. Faster, harder. Belphie gripped your neck and played with your clit. He rubbed the sensitive nub with furious fingers while fucking you from underneath.

"Do you think I should take a pic and send it to Lucifer? Make him see how much of a pathetic little human is for some demon cock?"

You shake your head 'no.'

"Yeah. You're right. I want to keep the slutty face you make when taking my cock all to myself," said Belphie.

The wet sound of skin against skin grew louder in the spacious room Belphie shared with his twin. So too did the sounds of your whimpering and choked moaning. Belphie didn't have to squeeze much harder. He could feel you squirting all over his cock before he could come close to making you break. He wanted to sleep, but he also wanted to see that cute face of yours go blank. You'd be so compliant to cuddle with him into sleep after he properly fucked your brains out. Your eyes glassy, lashes stained with tears, and your little cunt soaked.

"Gettin' close? Hm? Are you getting close?" Belphie asked.

"Y-Yes," you croaked.

"Good."

Belphie let go of your neck and moved his hand from your clit. He grabbed your hips and thrust upwards. He didn't slow down even when he saw your eyes roll back. Belphie bucked his hips hard, filling you up to the brim. He felt your walls tighten around him. Your head fell back as a wave of pleasure enveloped and captured you. Your cunt gushed. The lewd sound of your sex and his drove him forward. You'd come...because of him. A silly little human, whom he once abhorred, was his little plaything.

"Good...little...slut," Belphie grunted.

He felt himself explode, unable to hold out any longer. Belphie thrust once, twice, three times before reaching his limit. He came deep inside and felt it seep around his cock.

Once he finished coming, his tail relaxed. His horns and the tail vanished before he collapsed on the bed. You eased yourself off his cock and crawled beside him. Belphie pulled the covers over you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He held you tight to him.

"I wasn't too rough, was I?" Belphie yawned. His head hit the pillow and eyes drifted to a close.

"A little. But I liked it."

"Good." He gave you a kiss on the forehead.

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gloryofluv · 1 year

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Burning of the Façade Ch 6

I have forgotten to post the last 4 chapters (oops) hehehe it's getting a bit steamy!

#obey me #om! fanfic #om! solomon #obey me fanfic #obey me solomon #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #obey me nightbringer #nightbringer solomon

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zephyrchama · 2 months

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Mammon stares down at his youngest brother snoozing away on your lap. Belphegor has made himself at home with your thigh as a makeshift pillow. It’s far from the first time this has happened, and very unlikely to be the last. Any more, he just walks over and does it, falling asleep within moments without even asking. He’ll wake up if you try to stand. As long as you can still study, read, or scroll your D.D.D., it’s usually not too bothersome and easier to let Belphegor do what he wants.

The scowl on Mammon’s face says otherwise. “Ya really gonna let him walk, err, sleep all over you like that? How many time’s he done that this week?” He tisks and stomps his foot, looming over you with crossed arms. “Belphie, wake your ass up! Yer big bro has a bone to pick with you!”

You feel a warm exhalation on your leg. Belphegor seems to be sighing, but doesn’t bother opening his eyes or acknowledging Mammon in any other way, much to the elder’s chagrin.

“Push him off!” Mammon insists.

“I’m flattered you think I’m strong enough to push a full grown demon off of me,” you admit, lightly ruffling Belphegor’s hair. “But, no. I’m not.”

“Don’t encourage ‘im!” Mammon grabs Belphegor by the collar.

At this provocation, the youngest curls an arm under your thigh and nudges his nose into the fabric of your clothes. He refuses to budge. “They don’t mind it, so just leave us alone.” Belphegor’s muffled voice sounds tired and annoyed.

“Belphie, let go! Ugh, use your pact!” Mammon literally growls. “Don’t coddle this jerk, you spoil him too much!”

“Don’t yell at me about it! I’m just sitting here!” you pout. ”And Belphie, watch where you’re grabbing.” It’s not your fault these guys go crazy over you. “Pact orders are painful for you guys, yeah? I don’t want to go through all that trouble. I’m still learning how to control the magic and it’s not worth it right now.”

“Hah? You kiddin’ me?” Mammon taps his foot and gnashes his teeth as Belphegor gives him the cold shoulder. “Fine then. Be that way.”

He goes to walk away, but abruptly turns back and returns. It’s evident when Mammon gets a new idea into his head. You can practically see the light bulb pop up over his head as he dons a cheeky grin.

“Spread your legs for me,” he demands.

“What?” Now you’re staring at him, disbelief etched into your features. You knew Mammon had the occasional lewd thought but even for him this was brazen. Maybe his brothers are right and he’s finally lost it.

“Spread your legs for the Great Mammon! C’mon!”

Belphegor snorts and turns his head ever so slightly, just enough to give his dumb older brother the evil eye. Mammon is tired of waiting and seizes his chance to yank your knees apart. By your own admission, you can’t fight the strength of a full grown demon.

“You’ve got two legs, there’s plenty a room for two demons here.” There isn’t exactly much space, but Mammon lays his head back on your thigh and grins up at you, bumping his noggin against Belphegor in the process.

Ah. You realize this was his goal and Mammon was just being too stubborn to come out and say it.

Your face grew hot. It felt weird to manspread with two doting demons on your legs. “You really could have phrased that better.”

“Whatddya mean?”

You sigh. “Think about it.”

Belphegor exhales again, probably laughing under his breath this time as he re-adjusts his arm to a cozier position.

Mammon is content just to admire you from below until he connects the dots, and a deep red blush spreads across his face. He turns, winding his arms around your back to better hide his face in the folds of your shirt.

He closes his eyes against you, his nose brushing against your side. “I don’ wanna think ‘bout anything. I work too hard, just lemme rest here a while.”

You allow it, ruffling his hair knowing full well you coddle both of them too much.

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sindulgence666 · 1 year

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MC is terrified of earthquakes

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So, yesterday the EAS here went off and nearly gave me a heart attack. It wasn't even a strong earthquake but… PTSD sure loves giving me a hard time!! I was seeking comfort in reading something like this but I couldn't find anything similar!:( So I decided to write it myself

Warnings: mentions of earthquakes (duh), mild cursing

Characters: Seven demon brothers

Category: Bulleted List

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Lucifer

The first one to tell you to calm down

Definitely will get annoyed if you don't hold it together

He'll think you're exaggerating

Until he sees that you’re not; you're genuinely trembling, frozen in place as silent tears slide down your cheeks

If he can't make you snap back into reality with words, it's highly likely that he'll grab your arm and drag you to a safe place

That, or he’ll carry you himself

Definitely wants to talk to you about your reaction after everything has calmed down

He’s always the first to rush to you when needed and actually help (sorry Mammon!)

Mammon

I’m not really sure about how he’d handle an earthquake

BUT we all know he is really vocal about ANYTHING

He’s probably one of the people that always screams and yells shit like “WE'RE GONNA DIE”

Which is TERRIBLE for you, freezing you in place even more, or making you cry harder

He has to hold himself together in order to help you, but it’s really difficult when neither of you are good in situations like that

In his own panic, he tries to help but probably ends up making things worse

Either Lucifer or Satan have to come to your rescue

Leviathan

Another vocal one, but at least he won't directly scream that you are all going to die

Maybe he is, but he’d definitely be waaaay more concerned about all his collector items in his room falling off the shelves.

Another nervous wreck; you probably don’t want to be with him in an earthquake. Chances are, he'll make you feel even worse.

He really tries his best to help you, but…

Yeah, it doesn’t go exactly well

Better leave things like that to other of his brothers

Satan

Along with Lucifer, probably the safest demon to be with in case of an emergency

The difference between him and the prideful demon is, Satan won't immediately think you’re exaggerating

He can definitely feel your genuine fear and thus is able to act quickly

Straight up carries you to the safest point and stays with you at all times, soothing you and trying to help you calm down

He’d even take you to his room after things have calmed down so you don't have to be all by yourself

He’d read you to sleep, or at least until you feel calmer!

Asmodeus

Very afraid of earthquakes too

But not enough to stay frozen in place

His first reaction (besides yelling “earthquake!”) is to grab your wrist and dash out of the building

Hugs you and gently pets your hair as the floor beneath you moves, trying to soothe you

He won't let go of you even after everything calms down

He'll take you to his room with the excuse of having a self care day after all that stress

It’s his way of making sure you are okay

Beelzebub

It’s been said in the story that Beel’s stomach rumbling has been confused with an earthquake…

Maybe does not notice at first, until he quite literally smells your fear

That's all it takes for him to enter into a very protective mood. He’ll scoop you up into his arms and will either take you to a safe place or fly to stay away from the ground

He doesn’t need to ask about your reasons to be so afraid; probably you don't want to talk about it

He'll stay with you as long as you need it, no questions asked

He will protect you.

Belphegor

For the love of Lord Diavolo and the Heavenly Father, I SWEAR he is one of the people that isn't even woken up by the alarm NOR the movement

Probably the one that says to just “stay where you are and wait until it passes”

Genuinely and deadass will stay in his bed unless you drag him out of it

Will only take it seriously once he notices how scared you really are

Along Beel, he makes sure you are safe

After the floor stops moving and you can go back into the HoL, he helps you fall asleep and makes sure you get a good sleep, without nightmares

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xxgrimml0vrxx · 2 months

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a/n sorry I’ve been gone for so long, life is crazy but here’s more Mammon stuff that’s been heavy on my mind 𓄿

⚠️warnings⚠️ breeding, afab reader (no pronouns but the word ‘pussy’) Mammon being greedy.

Mammon has a breeding kink and I will not be argued with. he just does.

Especially in spring, (February to May is when crows typically breed and nest) his mind filled with thoughts of bending you over anywhere and stuffing you with his cum.

He’ll even freeze mid-conversation imagining you plump and round with a child. his child. In his pretty little human.

He’ll go fucking feral for it.

“That’s my good human.....ya look so good underneath me treasure~” Mammon moans as he pounds himself into you.

You don’t remember how many times you’ve cum by now, tears running down your face as you gasp and moan trying desperately to catch your breath.

Mammon just laughs softly as he presses soft kisses to your chapped lips and sweaty face.

The fucked out look on your face makes his cock throb, and he has to look away before he cums too quickly.

Mammon presses his body into yours, face in your neck. His fast thrusts speed up again, the room finning with the sound of sweaty sink slapping against skin.

“If only ya knew what you did to me. You know how crazy this little pussy makes me? Do ya know how bad I need ya sugar? ‘m tellin’ ya it feels like I’m addicted to you….” His voice is low and breathy right in your ear and you whine, nodding your head…..but then again your brain is too fuzzy to really make out what he’s saying.

Mammon laughs again and then bites down on the junction between your neck and your shoulder. It’s what sends you over the edge once more, and milks him dry, moaning each other’s name as you cum together.

Mammon is still shuddering for a full minute after his orgasm. And his cock is still hard inside you, “Ya didn’t think we were done did ya treasure?”

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fluffyluckyvampire · 15 days

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What if the Demons and angles in Obey me have never cracked their back, simply because they never needed to/can't? Like, what if that's like... just a human thing. Imagine one of the brothers complaining about their back hurting, and MC is just like "oh just crack you back," and the brother is like, "CRACK YOUR WHAT?! 😨" and MC has to explain what 'cracking you back' means. Or, Imagine Solomon just stretches, and there's a loud 'pop', and everyone just automatically assumes he just broke his fucking back 💀.

#obey me shall we date #obey me #om! shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me ideas #possible fanfic idea #possible drabble #obey me x reader #obey me mc #mc being human #om mc #om! mc #12 am thoughts #sleep deprived thoughts #obey me solomon

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omentu5 · 8 months

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