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Obey Me: A Gift for You [Demon Brothers]

🕷 pairing: demon brothers x f. reader

🕷 summary: You're gifted a pair of panties from the Demon Brothers, so you wear them for him.

🕷 wc: 6.5k

🕷 warnings: pet names (darling, love, treasure, baby, kitten, kitty, hun, doll, cupcake, moon, little moon), degradation (slut, whore), jealousy, choking, fingering (f. receiving), impact play (spanking, cunt slapping), oral sex (f. giving and receiving), unprotected sex, food mention, making-out, the heels stay on, marking (biting, scratching), hair pulling, praise, masturbation, pillow humping, mention of smothering with a pillow, panties used as a gag, cum swallowing, collar with a bell, possessiveness, dom/sub undertones, breeding kink, body worship, bondage with ribbon, objectification, use of a bullet vibrator, 69, handjob, implied food play

🕷 a/n: this is strictly 18+ content as links lead to adult content!

🕷 date: April 17, 2024

Lucifer

“Barbatos said you needed help with some paperwork?” You ask as you enter Lucifer’s office. You hold a thick file under your arm as you walk forward.

“Is that so?” Lucifer asks, not bothering to look up from the stack of papers in front of him. He taps his monogrammed pen on the mahogany surface, biting his bottom lip as he finishes reading the paper and moves to the others.

“Yeah,” you click your tongue. “Barbs said I was distracting the Young Master.”

You roll your eyes before you set the file on the desk with a thump. You push it toward Lucifer before sitting on the edge of the desk; a habit he loves and hates.

“Your impression of Barbatos has gotten much better,” Lucifer sneers as he finally looks at you, his eyes roaming over your body.

Your thighs are splayed on his desk, clad in black thigh-high stockings held with a blue garter belt. The skirt you wear is nearly bunched at your hips and your black heels shine, reflecting the light in his office.

“I see why Barbatos labeled you as a distraction,” Lucifer smirks as he sets the file aside along with the rest of his work.

You shrug. “He was the one who said Dia needed me to grab the file. I don’t see why Barbatos couldn’t do it himself.”

“Best not to defy him, darling,” Lucifer says as he rises and steps between your thighs. His hands grip them as he pushes you back until you catch yourself on your elbows. You blink slowly as you look up at him, his black hair falls over his eyes and you lick your lips when you spot him staring at your blue panties.

“You were at the Demon Lord’s Castle in the panties I gifted you? Parading around like a little slut for everyone but me? Is that any way to thank me, love?” Lucifer's tone is low, and dangerous as he raises a dark brow in question.

You resist the urge to moan, shaking your head as you maintain eye contact.

“I didn’t want to go over there. I wore these for you, Luci.”

Lucifer hums as he considers your words, remaining silent as he takes a step back and pulls you off of his desk. You stumble, but he’s there to straighten you on your feet.

His nose presses to yours, his lips tantalizingly close. You want to kiss him, taste him but he spins you and you catch yourself with your palms.

“Lucifer!” You gasp in surprise.

Lucifer gets on his knees. His hands roam over your legs, fingers gripping the lace at the top of your stockings. He admires the blue panties you’re wearing.

His fingers fiddle with the bow above the little peekaboo window, his lips press kisses to the curve of your ass before he’s on his feet.

Slowly, Lucifer spreads your legs with one of his. His left-hand wraps around your throat as he bends you further while his other hand moves between your thighs.

“You wore these for me?” Lucifer asks he pushes your panties to the side and two of his fingers slip into your wet cunt. He growls, his hold on your throat tightening when you whimper. Your eyes shut, nearly panting as he fucks his fingers in and out of you before his thumb brushes your clit.

“Answer me, darling. It’s rude to keep me waiting,” he whispers as you drip all over his fingers and pant leg. You nod, moaning when he releases your throat to smack your ass.

“I did. I wanted you to see them on me,” you admit as he bunches your skirt at your hips as high as it will go with one hand while he removes the other from your cunt to suck his fingers clean.

“Tell me, love. Did Diavolo get a preview? How about Barbatos?” Lucifer asks, failing at hiding his jealousy.

“No! Never!” You exclaim as he moves back to admire your frame bent over his desk, wet and needy for his touch.

Lucifer palms his cock over his pants while he watches your legs shake unsteadily in your heels.

With ease, he unbuttons his pants and pulls the zipper down. He’s quick to push his boxers down his thighs and rip the buttons off his shirt.

If you’d been facing him, you’d be drooling over his delicious body, begging to lick every inch before he stuffs his fat cock down your throat until tears run down your cheeks.

However, today isn’t about you. It’s about those blue panties you’re wearing that hide very little of your ass. Which is why he had picked them out for you.

He couldn’t wait to fuck you on his bed. Your back to him while you rode his cock while wearing the stockings, panties, and garter belt.

The thought alone made his mouth water as he pumped himself a few times. You beg him to fuck you. Your thighs pressed together to try and distract you from the throbbing between them.

Lucifer smacks the back of your thigh, getting you to spread them open before he presses the head of his cock at your entrance.

“Lucifer!” You moan as he slides home, his hand on your hip and the other pressing his fingers to your lips.

“We must be quiet, darling. We aren’t the only ones in the House of Lamentation tonight.”

Mammon

Mammon had a busy day. Levi was on his ass about paying him back, so Mammon had to do a last-minute photoshoot just to give a payment to him. He’d have to do a few more in the next few weeks to finish paying Levi off but then he’d be free to borrow from him again.

Goldie was taken again by Lucifer, so Mammon’s next goal was freeing his sweetie.

Groaning, Mammon takes his jacket off as he enters his bedroom. He had a shower at the set and was ready to get in his pajamas and climb into bed.

Sighing, Mammon takes his shirt off, tossing it onto the couch beside his jacket.

What he doesn’t expect to see is you bent over his pool table as you try to sink the eight ball.

Mammon freezes in his spot. He’s not sure if you’ve heard him and he doesn’t want to startle you as you lean over further. If you notice your skirt hiking up further, you don’t make a move to correct it as you move the pool cue.

Silently, Mammon eyes you hungrily. He spots the yellow panties he gifted you on your last date from beneath your black skirt. He wears matching boxers under his jeans.

The ruffles on the edges make him gulp as you curse when you slip, your breasts pressed on the table as you balance yourself on one high-heeled foot.

Nearly drooling, Mammon watches as you finally sink the last ball and stand on both feet.

“Hell yeah!” You cheer as you place the pool cue on the table.

“Been here long, Treasure?” Mammon asks as he leans against the table.

“Oh!” You giggle as you walk toward him.

“I was waiting for you. Levi said you had a job.”

Mammon rolls his eyes. “Just like him to tell ya my business.”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” you frown as you pull him into a hug. He smiles as he breathes you in, his face buried in your neck while you rub his broad shoulders. “I missed you and you weren’t answering.”

“It was a busy shoot. I barely had time to have lunch before I needed to get back on set,” Mammon explains as he grabs your hips.

“I’m glad you’re back. I’ve got you all to myself for the rest of the night,” you grin as you press your lips to his. Mammon moans against your lips, his large hands moving lower and beneath your skirt to grab your ass.

“Mammon!” You groan as he nips your bottom lip, sucking it before he releases it. His fingers toy with the edges of your panties before he moves his hand to the front.

“What? I just want to feel your heart,” he smirks as he traces the heart on the front of your panties.

His hand moves lower, feeling the wet spot on your panties before his lithe fingers push the material aside.

“Fuck, Treasure. You’re always so wet for me, huh?” Mammon groans as he feels your wet cunt, his fingers easily slipping inside. You grip his shoulders, your heels making you teeter.

“I’ve got you, Treasure. I always will,” Mammon promises as he kisses you while his fingers curl inside you and fuck your soaking wet pussy. You moan into the kiss, allowing his tongue to meet yours as your hand moves between your bodies to grip his hard cock over the denim.

“You’re moving too fast, baby,” Mammon chuckles as he noses your throat before kissing it. “You haven’t even allowed me a taste of that sweet, sweet pussy.”

“Greedy bastard,” you mutter before Mammon spanks you, gripping your ass harshly in his hand and squeezing it until you gasp.

“I am, don’t forget it, Treasure.”

Mammon lifts you onto the pool table with your skirt hiked up to your hips and your blouse ripped down the middle, the buttons strewn on the table and his bedroom floor. Mammon eyes you greedily, licking his lips as he shakes his white hair out of his eyes.

You spread your legs further as you look up at Mammon. Your heels hang over the edge and you admire the beautiful ridges of his torso and his glowing tan skin. You reach out for him and he allows you to touch him freely while he kisses you. His fingers thread in your hair while yours unbutton his pants and unzip them.

Mammon kisses his way down your body, expertly removing your blouse and bra before his lips are wrapped around a hardened bud. He’s greedy with his tongue on both tits, licking and sucking them until he’s satisfied.

“As pretty as these are, they’ve gotta go,” Mammon says as he tugs your panties down your thighs. He stuffs them in the back pocket of his jeans before he’s kissing down your body, sinking his teeth into your hips before grabbing your thighs in each hand. He tugs you to the edge of the table, not caring if you’re arousal stains his precious pool table.

“Mammon!” You exclaim as you fall back onto the table and stare at the ceiling. You arch your back as his tongue meets your cunt, teasing you as your legs drape over his shoulders, heels digging into his broad back.

“Fuck, Treasure,” Mammon slurps, his lips shiny with your wetness. He dives back in, his fingers fucking into you as he ignores the throbbing of his cock. He wanted to mount you, fuck you full of his cum, and then fuck it all back into you.

Mammon wanted you to reek of him. He needed the halls of the House of Lamentation to stink of him and your coupling. He wouldn’t be satisfied until Lucifer was banging down his bedroom door, pleading that you stop.

“So delicious,” he grunts as he palms over his cock, his tongue teasing your clit, gently sucking it just to watch your squirm beneath him. “Such a good girl for me, Treasure. So good.”

Levi

Levi loathed leaving his bedroom, more so when Lucifer demanded that he did. His older brother was the only demon who could get him to abandon his precious manga and video games. He was just about to start a new anime (Don’t Look Under the Bed Because There’s Probably a Monster, Even if Monsters aren’t Real and Don’t Hide Under Your Bed), when Lucifer banged on his bedroom door, ordering him to go check on you before dinner.

The two of you had dinner duty, and with it only a few hours away, you had to get started within the next hour or two. Levi didn’t want to piss off Lucifer anymore than he already was, so begrudgingly he went to your room to get you.

Normally, Levi would knock before entering your bedroom, but he was too busy muttering about Lucifer and his anime to remember to knock. It wasn’t like you needed him to anyway. You always welcomed him in quickly and with open arms.

One time won’t hurt, right?

However, when he steps inside and shuts the door, he’s frozen solid.

Gulping, Levi watches as you hump his missing pillow. Your back is to him, and he notes you’re naked except for the orange ruffle panties he gave you as a gift. He remembers how red his face had gotten when he left the gift on your bed just a few days ago, he didn’t realize you’d known they were from him.

“Fuck, Levi,” you moan as you grind your cunt into his pillow, ass bouncing as you pick up the pace. You’ve soaked the pillow under you, no doubt making it harder to return but you couldn’t help yourself. Levi had invaded your thoughts until you couldn’t resist but smother yourself in his scent and finally steal something that belonged to him that he probably wouldn’t miss.

Levi is in awe as he watches you, cock growing hard in his pants as you moan his name again, cupping your tits in your hands and throwing your head back as you soak his pillow with your cum.

“Levi, are you just going to stare or are you going to come over here and take care of me?!!” You ask as you look at him from over your shoulder.

“I-I wasn’t staring!” Levi stutters, feeling his face grow warm. “Lucifer said, and then dinner, shopping. Not staring!”

You climb off his pillow slowly, allowing him an eyeful of your ass in the tiny thong. Levi never imagined you’d wear them, much less for him but here you were in all your glory humping his pillow and asking him to fuck you.

Frozen, Levi just stares as you approach him. Your lips meet his as you strip him down to his boxers in between kisses and moans.

You have him lie on the bed, his pillow beside him. You straddle his hips, kissing his cheek just to feel the heat of his embarrassment.

“You’ve kept me waiting,” you pout as you place the pillow over his face.

Levi groans as he smells your arousal. How many times had you cum at the thought of him? How many times have you soaked the fabric with your juices? Levi could die right now and he’d die a happy man, blissfully inhaling your scent.

“Don’t be greedy,” you giggle as you move the pillow under his head, your tits brushing his face as you place it under him.

“There,” you grin as you take his shaky hands in yours and place them on your tits. “Want to feel some more?”

“Y-yes,” Levi clears his throat. If this is a dream, he never wishes to wake up. He would gladly stay underneath you forever if it meant you’d be touching him like so.

“What do you think of the panties? I wasn’t sure if orange was my color but they look so good on me, don’t you think?” You ask as you place Levi’s hands on your ass and you swear he almost cums in his pants.

“They look go-good,” he blushes as you guide his hands to the ruffles.

“You have good taste, baby,” you state as you easily slip the panties off you. Levi watches as you tug his boxers down just enough to release his leaking cock. He’s too horny to be embarrassed, almost prideful as you lick your lips when you take it in your hand.

You’d love to tease him, make him beg, make him suffer but you’re too turned on to think straight. Your mouth wraps around him, engulfing his length greedily as his eyes flutter shut and your name forms on his lips. His hand grips your hair, guiding your movements as you meet his pelvis and he hits the back of your throat. You swallow and his thighs clench as he almost sees the Celestial Realm with how high you take him.

Levi is near tears now and you pop off his thick cock long enough to get on your knees and reach for your panties.

“Open your mouth for me, Levi.” You instruct and he does so obediently.

You stuff your soaked panties into his mouth as you stroke his dick. Levi’s cries of pleasure are muffled as you take him back into your mouth. One of your hands is between your thighs, fingers fucking your soaked cunt while you continue to bob up and down Levi’s cock.

His groans and moans grow rapidly, his body trembling from pleasure as you feel him hit the back of your throat moments before he’s cumming down it.

Levi feels hot tears roll down his cheeks as his hips continue to thrust into your poor throat. You swallow hungrily, a few stray tears rolling down your cheeks until you pull off him, cum and spit coating your pretty lips.

Levi catches his breath before he sits up and spits out your panties. His hand grabs the back of your head before he slams his lips on yours. His tongue meets yours in a hungry, messy, cum-filled kiss.

Satan

Rain pelted the windows of the Devildom late at night. Satan had spent all day in the library looking for a particular book with no luck.

He had fallen asleep and woken in a puddle of drool before he gave up and decided to head to his bedroom after a shower and a brush of his teeth.

Now, he lay in bed with a thick book on his lap as he leaned against the headboard. He had walked through the quiet halls of the House of Lamentation and figured everyone was in bed. What he hadn’t counted on was you showing up in his bedroom with a poof and a sparkle of magic.

“Kitten?” Satan sets his book on the nightstand beside his bed. “What are you doing up so late?”

“I was with Solomon learning a new spell and got locked out of HOL. You didn’t answer my texts,” you frown as you begin to undo the buttons on your blouse.

Satan looks at his D.D.D. and realizes he never turned it back on after Mammon was spamming him with messages asking for money.

“Sorry, Kitten. Mammon was begging for money again,” Satan apologizes as he looks at you. He notes the collar on your throat, the tiny bell jingling when you take your bra off to toss on the floor.

You step out of your high-heels and shimmy out of your skirt leaving you in just your thick thigh-high socks and strappy green panties.

“You wore these for Solomon?” Satan growls as he lifts one of the straps with his fingertip.

“Of course not, Satan. I wore them for you,” you huff, as you crawl into his lap, legs on either side of his hips.

“Wearing them under such a short skirt says otherwise, Kitten. Do I need to remind you who you belong to?” Satan asks lowly as his hands grip your bare ass, the pathetic green straps do nothing to conceal you.

“Maybe,” you tease with a sly grin as you press your breasts to his bare chest. Your fingers twirl his blonde hair as you lean in to kiss his lips.

“You play a dangerous game, love,” Satan sighs as his fingers grip the tiny bell on your collar, another one of his gifts.

“Only because it turns me on,” you admit with a smug smile as Satan tugs your collar and your eyes darken as you meet his wrathful gaze.

“Watch yourself, Kitten. You’re not the only one with claws,” he remarks as you lick your lips before he kisses you passionately. His hands cup your face before moving to your hips. He groans when you suck his bottom lip into your mouth, tugging slightly before releasing it.

Satan smirks as he quickly moves you over his lap, your ass in the air as he spreads your legs further. When his palm smacks your cheek, you gasp before moaning. He smacks the other cheek and you bite your lip to keep from moaning his name for everyone to hear.

“Count for me,” he commands as he spanks you a third time and then a fourth. You keep count, thighs soaking wet from your arousal as he finishes with number fifteen.

His hands soothe the ache, gentle words leaving his lips with praises of how good you are for him.

“Such a sweet kitten when you want to be, huh? Can’t listen the first time, always have to push the boundaries,” Satan coos as his fingers dip into your wet cunt.

“Satan!” You moan wanton as his fingers curl inside you. He hushes you, his free hand pressing his fingers to your mouth. You take them in greedily, sucking and slurping on his digits with both holes.

“That’s it, love. Be a good kitty for me,” Satan smiles as you tighten around him, his fingers soaked to the knuckles as his thumb finds your clit.

You’re nearly there, your moans announce it as you squirm on his lap. He fucks your mouth and your cunt with his fingers, giving you hell at both ends before your muffled screams fill the air.

His praises fall on deaf ears as you cum, nearly sobbing when he slaps your cunt twice and has you suck his cum soaked fingers clean.

“Hands and knees, love,” Satan demands as you struggle to get on your shaky legs. Your body thrums with arousal, hot and aching for more as you arch your back. Satan tugs you toward him by your hips.

“Fuck, Satan,” you curse into the sheets as he stuffs you full of his cock. His nails dig into your hips as he pulls you toward him, the fat head of his cock reaching your cervix. Your eyes roll back as you take the pounding, greedily asking for more when his hand smacks your jiggling ass.

“These panties sure have come in useful tonight,” he muses to himself as he watches your hungry cunt take his cock like the good whore you are. For a moment his thoughts run loose, imagining what it would be like to breed you, to see your breasts round and full of milk for his spawn. Everyone would know you were his and only his. Everyone would envy him. Everyone would seethe knowing you were with child.

“Satan!” You scream as pleasure overwhelms you, pussy clenching around his cock, creaming it as you milk him for all he’s worth.

“Fuck, Kitten,” he scowls, looking up at his ceiling and ignoring the thumping of his headboard against the wall. Perhaps the two of you have woken everyone in the house but he doesn’t dare stop, especially when you start begging him to cum deep inside, stuff you full of his cum.

Satan aims to please as he does just that.

Perhaps his dreams will come true.

Asmo

Asmo sat on his bed painting his nails live on Fab Snap.

“Isn’t this color just fabulous? It’s one of my favorites!” Asmo gushes as he paints another nail, blowing on it as comments fly by on the screen. He giggles as he shows his finished hand to the camera, thanking everyone for the compliments before moving to his other hand.

Asmo has been live for almost two hours. The moment you’re out of the bath, he’ll say his goodbyes and end the stream. He’s been dying to get you alone all week but unfortunately, his bank account needed some money.

Five minutes later, you stand in a fluffy pink robe with a pair of pink heels and the cute panties Asmo gifted you.

Asmo pats the bed. You cross the room to him, gently kicking off your heels as you lie back on his bed.

“Let’s get you out of this,” he smiles cheerily as he untied your robe and helped you out of it. He pushes it to the other end of the bed after taking the silk ribbon used to tie the robe.

Carefully, Asmo places your wrists over your head and wraps the silk ribbon around each wrist before tying them together.

“Well, don’t you look ravishing,” Asmo grins brightly as he admires your beautiful body. You look away, feeling your cheeks grow hot as he continues to compliment you until you meet his gaze again.

Asmo takes his time with you, kissing your cheek, jaw, neck, collarbones, and sternum. He’s generous with his kisses, covering the expanse of your chest with his lips just to listen to your soft moans.

When his lips wrap around your nipple, you gasp, turning to putty beneath him as he settles between your legs. His fingers trace the strappy pattern of your panties. Fingers gently go over the tiny pink roses just to watch your legs twitch.

“So sensitive,” he giggles as he takes your nipple into his mouth and gently nips it. He takes his time licking and sucking each breast until they’re glossy with his spit and lip gloss.

“Asmo!” You moan his name as he kisses his way down your body further, his teeth sinking into your hip, leaving his mark behind.

“Let me take care of you, hun. I knew you’d look so pretty in these,” Asmo bites his bottom lip as his eyes admire every pretty strap on your hips. His finger lightly traces the design until he’s pressing his fingertip to your clit.

You gasp, surprised, and move your wrists upward.

“Uh-uh, my love. I’m not done with you yet,” Asmo giggles as he flips you onto your stomach, lifting your ass in the air as you steady yourself on your knees.

His hands slowly rub your back before gripping your ass. Your hands are bound in front of you, keeping you from reaching back to touch him. You want to feel him pressed against you, have him encompass every fiber of your being. You don’t have to think when you’re around Asmo, happy to be his dress-up doll, his toy for his pleasure; whatever it may be.

Asmo’s fingers brush the ruffles as his lips kiss your spine.

“So beautiful, my love,” he whispers as he kisses his way lower, his fingers moving your soaked panties aside. You moan softly, pushing your ass toward him as he chuckles.

“So eager,” Asmo coos as his finger circles your hole. “So needy.”

You nod, tugging on your restraints before a soft buzz fills your ears and you perk up. Asmo giggles at your reaction as you arch your back further and his tongue meets your pussy. He teases you at first, sucking on your clit and wetting his lips with your essence. Once he’s had his fill, you feel a soft vibration on your clit from the pink bullet vibrator in his hand.

“Fuck, Asmo!” You try to fuck yourself on him but he holds you with his free hand.

“Behave, doll. Or we’ll have to stop playing,” he warns as he moves his hand to spread your ass for him. You feel heat rush to your face as he spits on your hole and his tongue traces it after.

Your thighs tremble as the vibrations quicken, soaking your panties and your thighs. Pleasure courses through your body, his name heavy on your tongue as you fall head first into utter bliss.

Asmo watches you come undone, a proud smile on his lips as he speeds the vibrator up, matching his movements with his tongue just to watch you spasm.

When you fall face-first into his bed, he removes the toy and kisses your lower back.

“Ready to play again?” He asks with a smirk as you lie boneless on his sheets, nodding meekly.

Beel

Hunger always struck at the most inopportune times for Beel.

He spent hours at the gym lifting weights and trying to keep his mind off his hunger. He even took a scalding hot shower to make himself focus on anything other than the pangs of hunger in his stomach but not even the steaming bathroom could help him.

By the time he had arrived at HOL, it was silent. Everyone had gone to bed, and the only light on was the one in the kitchen where he stood.

“Hey, Beel,” your voice startled him as he looked up from the fridge. He was about to make himself a sandwich when you walked in.

“Hey,” he greets you, eyeing your skirt and thigh-high socks. “What are you doing up so late?”

“I just got home. Solomon wanted me to learn a new spell and then he tried to make me dinner.”

Beel grimaces with you. “Want me to make you something instead?”

You nod as you head for the cabinets to get your secret stash of chocolate chip and pecan cookies from the Human World.

You grab your stepladder, climbing to the top step while Beel watches in amusement. You could have just asked him for help but instead, you reach upward, your skirt rising as you lean forward to grab your secret cookie jar.

Beel notices the red panties you’re wearing, and his hunger turns into lust.

They’re the pair he gifted you just this morning. A lacy pair with an open crotch. His mouth waters at the sight of your cunt on display as you grab the jar of cookies and begin to climb down from the stepladder.

The moment the ceramic jar is on the counter, Beel is on you.

His large arms wrap around your waist as his broad chest presses to your back. His lips kiss your neck, pulling your shirt off to the side to expose your shoulder.

“You have no idea how delicious you look, Cupcake. I want to eat you whole,” he whispers as he presses his erection to the swell of your ass.

“Beel,” you curse as he grinds on you for a moment before his hands rip your shirt clear down the middle. The scraps fall to the floor uselessly and his shirt joins soon after.

“Come here,” he demands as he climbs onto the kitchen island and lies down before he helps you on top of him. “Uh-uh, the other way, Cupcake.”

Your cheeks are aflame when he positions you so that your ass sits on his face, your wet cunt dripping into his mouth as he tugs your skirt out of the way, tearing it off you when he gets desperate enough to taste you.

Beel’s large hands grip your thighs as he licks up your slit, savoring every drop of your arousal. His cock is thick and heavy in his gym shorts and your thighs tremble when you lean forward to palm it.

Beel hums in approval, making a fresh wave of arousal soak his pretty lips.

“Beel!” You moan as you grind on his face, smothering him and his sounds of pleasure. You want him. You need to have him in every way possible and his cock throbs in your hand as you tug his shorts down, unsurprised he’s gone commando.

You nearly drool at the sight of his hard cock as you mouth at it, licking the head before you tongue the slit. He’s a mouthful, drool leaking from the sides of your mouth as you take him a little further but just the head of his cock is enough to choke you.

You pull off him with a gasp, inhaling as much air as possible as tears stream down your cheeks. Beel chuckles as he continues to slurp up your wet juices, pussy so warm and creamy, and delicious. He’d eat you every hour of every day if you’d let him. You’re the only one who could dim his rabid hunger for a while.

Beel adores you. He can never have his fill and you’re always needy for him. Your hunger for him rivals his hunger for food, and it’s always so pleasurable to satisfy you.

You squirm on his face and he holds you still. Messy slurping sounds fill the kitchen as he sucks, licks, and teases your cunt. He could ruin you for everyone if he chose to, could make it so nobody else could satisfy the ever-building need to be stuffed and fucked full at all times.

Beel would be content just eating you out until you couldn’t take anymore. Until his tongue grew tired and your pussy couldn’t cream anymore. He’d feast on you, body and soul and you’d surrender to him willingly just to feel the pleasure that his talented tongue provided.

You take his cock back into your mouth, saliva coating his length as you take more of him and you inhale through your nose as you push further. Spit soaks Beel’s pelvis, dripping to his balls as you release him, coughing as you try to catch your breath before wrapping your hand around him to jerk him off while taking his balls in your mouth to suck those instead.

Beel rewards you with two fingers in your cunt. You clench around him as he sucks your clit and your hips rock back and forth on his face. He loves to see you dripping, soaking every bit of his face as your sweet moans go straight to his cock.

The lace of your panties is ruined. There’s no saving them but Beel doesn’t care. He tears them easily and slides his tongue into your hole, fucking you on it as you squeeze his head and choke out his name.

You cum hard. Beel moans your name as he’s rewarded for his efforts. He guzzles down every last bit. The noises he makes are obscene as he savors your taste on his tongue until you’re utterly spent.

“Really?” Belphie’s voice startles the both of you. “We eat off of there.”

You cover your face in embarrassment as Belphie walks out of the kitchen without another word but Beel doesn’t seem fazed.

With trembling legs, you climb off of Beel. “Let’s continue this in my room.”

You pick up his shirt and put it on before heading to the fridge for a bottle of whipped cream and a container of strawberries.

Beel’s mouth waters as he grabs the cookie jar and your torn clothing. He hopes nobody will notice the mess on the kitchen island in the morning. Beel will be too tired from tonight to wake up early to clean it.

Hopefully, Belphie will take care of it.

Belphie

It was no surprise that Belphie could fall asleep just about anywhere.

Sometimes he’d fall asleep in the hall, in front of his bedroom door, or outside Asmo’s bedroom with a full face of makeup as a reward for his carelessness.

Tonight, Belphie had snuck away into his attic. He had paid Mammon to take his turn making dinner so he could sleep all evening. He’d spent the day catching up on chores and laundry. He was too exhausted to complete another laborious task.

You were relieved when you finally found Belphie that night. You had snuck upstairs in your pajamas just to climb into bed with him. He was warmer than usual, so you stripped down to your panties and snuggled under the covers beside him and his pillow.

“Hmm,” he grumbled as he reached out to touch you. “Moon? What are you doing here?”

“I missed you at dinner. I was looking for you all day,” you whisper as he drapes his arm over your waist. He presses his nose to your shoulder, feeling the warmth of your skin before his fingers move down to grab your hip.

Sleepily, Belphie opens his eyes to see what you’re wearing. He had assumed you were naked like he was while he slept, so when his fingers brushed a silky bow, he was puzzled.

“What’s this?” He asked as he swallowed a yawn. He looks down to see the purple panties he gifted you over the weekend.

“Like them? I wanted to show them to you all day but you’re a hard demon to find,” you pout as you feel him play with the silk bow. His lips find your shoulder, kissing it.

“I am hard,” he chuckles as he nips your shoulder. His hand moves upward, cupping your breast.

He lifts your leg and places it over his. He slides his cock over your wet folds, moaning at how hot and soaked you are.

“Easy access,” he smirks as you turn your head to kiss him, tongues lacing together as he lines his dick at your entrance and pushes in.

“Fuck,” your eyes roll back as you take him. The familiar ache is a little painful but pleasurable. Belphie stretches you with his cock, making you take every delicious inch as stars explode behind your eyes.

“That’s it, Little Moon. Take my cock like the good whore you are,” he praises as he kisses your bare shoulder and then moves to suck his mark on your skin.

You moan, grinding your ass on him as best you can as he devours your body with his. You take each thrust with a sob of pleasure as you tighten around him, screaming his name when he rubs your clit just how you like it.

“Such a little slut,” Belphie coos. “I bet you paraded around the whole of the Devildom in a tiny skirt wearing these panties while you searched for me. Tell me, love, did you prance around for the House of Lamentation? For the lower demons around town? Or perhaps you decided a visit to the Demon Lord’s Castle was necessary?”

“Fuck, Belphie! I-I didn’t-”

Belphie hushes your protests with his lips. A toe-curling kiss that shushes you as he grabs your hips and positions you on your hands and knees. Your face is buried in the pillows, your hands held behind your back as Belphie watches you fuck yourself on his cock, creaming all over him.

“I heard Diavolo was having Simeon and Solomon over for dinner tonight. Did you join them? Perhaps they had you instead?” Belphie chuckles as he smacks your ass and watches as you cum all over his cock.

Belphie grins, he pushes you onto your side, your back to his chest as your rapid heartbeats settle again. He’s known for his small bouts of energy but soon lethargy settles into him again.

He’s slow with his thrusts and kisses. Slow when he pushes his cock as far as it’ll go just to hear his name roll off your tongue. He’s quiet when he cums, rope after rope filling you as you fuck yourself on him. Another orgasm rocks through you, your soft whimpers lulling Belphie back to sleep with his hard cock still nestled inside your warm cunt.

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#obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me imagines #obey me smut #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer x f reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #asmodeus x reader #satan x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #obey me brothers smut

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2smolbeans · 1 year

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I just thought of a yandere Obey Me Au idea.

So you know those (Replaced Au Obey Me) writings where the brothers just dump Mc and floak towards the new exchange student?

Well, I thought of my own Obey Me Replaced Au..With a twist:

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The moment you heard of the new exchange student, you didn't know how to feel. It wasn't anything exciting. It was terrifying if anything - though that sense of fear could never match the amount of paranoia the demon brothers gave you every day.

Would this exchange student last long? Would the demon brothers tolerate their mere existence? What do they look like? Could they perhaps be your friend?

Despite all odds of you trying to keep those thoughts about the new exchange student at bay, you couldn't help but fantasize the scenarios about them.

Another human in hell with you. They had to be human, right? You overheard it from Lucifer mumbling in his office about it. Maybe this place wouldn't be so terrifying and lonely after all.

Finally, you could have someone else by your side. For once, you could maybe perhaps talk to another person for a nice change.

But when they came, they immediately shifted their gaze towards the brothers- of course smitten by their appearances and 'personalities'.

All those daydreams, those fantasies. Shattered.

They didn't look at you, acknowledge you, or even bother with you. They were too enamored by the temptations of sin that dangled in front of them like a stringed up prize.

Though you were disheartened by the loss chance of a new friend... You were also happy that they were distant to you.

Why?

Well, for once, your captors, tormentors, and demons who smothered you constantly every day had finally given you a break. This was your chance, a chance you had never thought to have seen coming.

They..They were actually too distracted for once! You finally had your own privacy, alone time - god, you were actually able to talk to other people again!

It helped that the exchange student was keeping the brothers busy while also keeping a safe distance from you! So you didn't have to be roped up into any of their antics at all!

Some people would feel shitty knowing that they were being replaced, that the people who adored them had found another person to devote their affection towards.

But you?

You were prancing happily throughout the halls of the school when you had figured out that you had been replaced. Smiling every day as you noticed, the brothers hadn't once bothered you at all.

Of course, things wouldn't last forever...

Sooner or later, you found yourself cornered in an empty room, surrounded by them as they stared disappointed at you.

What happened to the exchange student? You thought things were going well? Why was everything like this again? Where were they- This wasn't fair. You had a chance - a chance to-

"What? Leave us again?"

"You didn't think we wouldn’t notice you skipping happily along the halls when we decided to test you, right?"

"You didn't even bother checking up on us..Instead.. You enjoyed being apart from us.."

"Wow, low blow Mc..Realll low blow. Ya really took this as an opportunity to fool around with others, huh?"

"And after that one night where you promised me you'd never lie or abandon me..What a fucking joke"

"Yeah, hogging all your attention towards yourself and others like an eager attention whore.. And I'm the avatar of lust. Are you trying to say something orrr what?"

"Well, I wouldn’t expect much from them. After all, they have rather been slow about their position here..Maybe we should educate them more."

And with a sadistic voice of awe, everyone else spoke in unison as they stared at you with glee.

"Agreed"

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#yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere prompt #obey me #yandere obey me #obey me leviathan #yandere headcanons #yandere obey me x reader #yandere obey me headcanons #obey me au #obey me replaced mc au #yandere mammon #f's for Mc #I really don't know how to make the text yellow for Mammon 😭😭😭#ugh I will figure it out eventually!#lol #obey me replaced au #obey me replaced mc

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vivi-snow · 1 year

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Pussy Drunk Diavolo

Diavolo who is so pussy drunk that he can’t control being gentle anymore…

He thrusts all of him inside your pussy while you’re screaming from the roughness of his thrusts. He likes the view of your pussy when you’re in a mating press as it helps him reach the deepest part of your pussy.

Him thrusting your tight entrance at an alarmingly fast pace with no set pattern, and his mind only thinking “I have to cum”, your loud moans only encourage him to go faster.

#obey me smut #obey me!#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me diavolo #obey me headcanons #pussy drunk #obey me nightbringer #obey me x reader #f!reader #f! mc

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belphegorey · 4 months

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the way i would die for leviathan: but specifically the version of leviathan that is an insecure dweeb who cums after a single touch and whimpers while trying to dominate you but hides the biggest dick in his sweatpants

#like if i was mc i’d be salivating over him every fucking day #cause this is just canon #big pretty eyes watching me while i f just torture that bastard #obey me smut #obey me shall we date #obey me leviathan #leviathan smut

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kay-selfships · 11 months

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you can’t kill me, i have anime boys in my phone that need me

#i thought this while crossing the street today and figured others could relate #genshin impact #honkai star rail #mystic messenger #obey me #path to nowhere #ensemble stars #uhhhh i don’t know any other mobile anime games lol #self ship #self ship community #self shipping #selfship #f/o community #self insert #selfshipping #f/o #romantic f/o #fictional other

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lollier · 2 months

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F!MC: Stop staring at my boobs!

Asmo: Tits, knockers, double D's, fun bags, hooters, chest puppies

Solomon: Boobs, melons, jubblies, chesticles, mammaries

Asmo: Milk jugs, big breasts, shoulder boulders on your chest

Solomon : Bounce 'em, shake 'em, flash 'em too

F!MC : Stop staring at my boobs!

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me solomon #obey me smut #Obey me f mc

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arvandus · 1 month

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Disobedience - Barbatos x afab!gn!reader

CW: 18+ MINORS DNI; Dom!Barb, Sub!Reader; tall coded Barbatos; mild choking; hair grabbing, pinning, kinky tail stuff; vaginal and anal fingering; vaginal sex; anal sex; reader’s first time doing anal; Barb is dom, but soft when it counts!

WC: 5,571

Special Note: This fic also has a AMAB!GN!reader version! Exact same premise, setting, and aftermath, but the smut is slightly different for obvious reasons. You can find it here!

Also, you can find the full version of the banner art (done by me) here! (it's NSFW but censored for tumblr).

No sooner had the great castle doors closed behind the last guest, when Barbatos immediately spun on you. His stare was dark and oppressive, his cheeks flushed and lips tightly sealed. Diavolo was nowhere to be found, likely making a wise retreat as soon as he caught on to the thick tension between the two of you.

Barbatos’s hand was on the back of your neck in an instant, a firm pressure that you couldn’t escape as he began to guide you through the now-empty castle halls.

“Come, my dear. We have much to discuss.”

You had thought he’d take you to his room, to discuss the matter of your... mischief... privately within the safety of his personal space.

But you were quickly proven wrong as he steered you into one of the random empty rooms down the great hallway. You weren’t sure of its purpose, and you didn’t have time to contemplate it as he forcefully guided you into the dark space, the door swinging closed behind him. There was no sound of a latch, and a moment later a sliver of yellow light from the hallway lit the room just enough to make out his expression as Barbatos turned you to face him. His expression was devouring, his eyes feral and dangerous, a wild beast pushing against the cage of his control.

“Barbatos, the door—” you started.

But your words were cut short, devoured by his lips on yours, his tongue already laying claim to the inside of your mouth. His hands were holding your jaw, fingers curled towards the base of your neck, and all you could do was whimper at his onslaught.

Your legs felt like jelly, your head swimming dizzily as he pushed you back, back, until the backs of your legs hit the sofa that sat in front of the large fireplace, its hearth dark.

He didn’t care, you realized.

Which showed just how much you’d gotten under his skin at the dinner table. Because Barbatos always cared.

With your body pinned, his hands moved swiftly from your jaw to your waist. Immediately, his hands were pulling your teal RAD shirt from the waistband of your pants as he kissed you. Your own hands began working just as feverishly, forcing off his RAD tailcoat and fumbling at his tie. Your own blazer was swiftly being pushed off your shoulders as his lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, to your neck...

The sharp pain of teeth digging into your sensitive flesh made you hiss, your heart beating wildly in your chest as your hands gripped at his shoulders. It was followed by the warm, wet swipe of his tongue, lathing over his mark as if he were savoring the icing on a cupcake.

You were panting now, one hand around his neck with your fingers in his sweaty strands, just beneath the collar of his dress shirt. But just as you were about to let yourself get lost in the heady passion he was drowning you in, you felt his tail wrap around your neck and squeeze.

Your eyes flew open, wide and alert from their half-lidded state, and you swallowed your saliva, hoping it would take your fear with it.

Barbatos wouldn’t hurt you. You knew this, believed it with every fiber of your being. But being held in a chokehold by a demon brought forth your primal survival instincts in a way you couldn’t entirely ignore. You let the fear linger for only a moment, allowed your mind to catch up and process.

You could breathe.

Of course you could. As you knew, he wouldn’t hurt you. Now the sensation of his tail around your windpipe brought a different type of thrill into your veins, washing over the fear that had been present a moment prior.

Barbatos pulled away just enough to look down at you. His thumb stroked your cheek as he spoke.

“Such audacity, my little lamb...” he muttered. “What could possibly have inspired you to behave so foolishly?”

The foolishness in question? A secret game of footsie that you had initiated with him beneath the table as Prince Diavolo hosted the student council and some high-profile dignitaries. Barbatos had been sitting across from you, and in your boredom, had decided to tease him just a little bit. A quiet removal of your shoes, a soft brush of your toes against his ankle, slipping beneath the hem of his pants before retreating again....

The feeling of the tips of his tail sliding up and over your chin brought you immediately back to the present. They pressed against your lips, warm and wet, before forcing their way into your mouth. The slick tips swirled around your tongue, caressing and stroking before forcing your jaw open.

“Answer me,” Barbatos ordered.

His eyes stared at you, half-lidded, two glowing embers of green in the dark of the room. His tail slid out of your mouth, pulling your lower lip, now wet and plump, down. He stared intently as the soft flesh popped back into place upon its release, the tips of his tail returning to decorate your neck.

“I... I only wanted to tease you a little. No one saw... and I didn’t... I didn’t go too far...”

At least that was what you thought... you kept your quiet administrations to him below the knees, never past them despite the urge you had to push even further. You’d thought you were being so good...

“Too far?” he repeated. His tone was scolding and yet his hands were quickly undoing the buttons of your shirt. “Do you know what would have happened if we were caught?”

That earlier flare of defiance returned, fueled by the giddy joy you felt when you held the full weight of his attention. “You didn’t exactly stop me,” you cooed sweetly.

Barbatos’s eyebrows lifted slightly, his mouth curling into a dark grin. His hand came up and clutched your cheeks between his fingers, squishing the flesh. “You still choose to push me... how incredibly brazen of you, considering your current predicament.” He tutted at you, gentle tsks falling from between his closed teeth. “What has come over my sweet little lamb to make them so disobedient? Is this your way of being needy? Have I been neglecting my love for too long?”

Your breath hitched, his words bringing emotions up within your chest that frothed like flotsam on an angry sea. That wasn’t... that couldn’t be... could it?

No, no... you were fine. You were understanding, and patient, and....

And yet...

Barbatos caught the change in you instantly, and the quiet lust-fueled fury in his eyes flickered, allowing a momentary look of tenderness in his gaze.

His tail released your throat, and you felt its absence, the air of the room cold against your wet skin where his residue lingered. Then he kissed you again, just as hungry but less violent, and you clung to him, your hips pressing forward against him. He met your needy pressure in return, his hand on your breast while his other arm held you close.

“You foolish human,” he muttered against your lips. “All you simply had to do was ask...”

Your fingers had already undone the row of buttons of his shirt that you could reach.

Your eyes met his in the dark, the faint light of the hallway a halo around his head. “Barbatos, please....”

He smiled and kissed you again, his tongue deep and thorough, twining and swiping as if he could swallow your destitute pleas before they escaped your trembling lips. As he did so, his tail undid the back of his white cummerbund while his hands busied themselves with undoing the buckle of your pants, and then the button, and the zipper...

Your hands did the same as soon as the cummerbund was gone, fingers clumsy and frantic. But before you could slip your hand into his slacks to feel the warm weight of him, his hand snatched your wrist. He spun you around so your back was against him now, the couch in front of you, and his mouth was once again on your neck, sucking and nibbling. Barbatos’s hands caressed the planes of your body, moving from your chest and down over your ribs. It felt tender, and you sighed against it, your blood pulsing in your chest, in your veins, between your legs...

But then the tenderness vanished as his fingers hooked into the waistband of your pants, your underwear. In a fluid series of motions he yanked down the fabric and bent you over the arm of the couch by the back of your neck. You gasped at the sudden change in position, your arms tucked beneath you. Your cunt was exposed now, your pants bundled around your thighs.

You felt his body press against yours, curling over you like a blanket, matching the curves of you. His soft bangs tickled against your shoulder blade as his lips ghosted against your skin and you shivered, a whimper falling from your lips. Finally you felt his breath at your ear as his thumb massaged at your neck muscles in a slow, gentle circle.

“You wanted my attention and now you shall have it. All of it.”

Barbatos’s dexterous fingers of his free hand slid between your legs, stroking your folds. You were already so wet, your labia flushed and swollen, your body ready for him before he’d even pulled his cock out. Steadily, Barbatos pushed two of his fingers into you, and your walls clenched and fluttered as your breath caught in your throat.

“You will feel me in every inch of your body,” he whispered. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? That’s why you misbehaved so shamelessly.”

You were frozen, air trapped in your lungs and burning a hole through your chest as you waited for more. Your walls clenched again around his fingers, but they stayed torturously still.

“Answer me,” he ordered again.

You nodded your head.

He chuckled low and dark. “How very greedy of you...”

There was a silent pause, and time seemed to slow. You could hear Barbatos’s shaky breaths as his hand tensed against the back of your neck, pushing you deeper into the couch cushions. His groin pressed against you, still covered by his unbuttoned slacks and his underwear. His fingers were deep within you, and still there was no mistaking the hard bulge that pressed against your aching cunt, your clit throbbing at the contact.

“I warn you,” he said quietly, “I will not be gentle. Not this time. Not when you’ve tortured me to the point of madness. So tell me... are you certain this is what you want?”

You nodded again, more vigorously, and yet it wasn’t enough; not for him.

Barbatos clicked his teeth. “No, no...” his grip on your neck loosened and he rubbed his thumb tenderly against your cheek. “I must hear you say it.”

You swallowed the saliva that pooled in your mouth. “Yes,” you said. “Yes, I want this. I want you to ruin me, Barbatos, please.”

The weight of him left your back, his fingers left your cunt. There was a frantic moment of the sound of Barbatos’s belt buckle clinking as he shoved down the front of his pants to pull his cock out. Then he shoved into you with a single thrust.

That single action made the tension in you snap. You cried out, your back arching and head lifting as pleasure exploded from your core and washed you in instant fiery hot bliss. Had you been of sound mind, you might have felt embarrassed at cumming so quickly on his cock. But there was no time to recover, let alone think. Barbatos gripped one hip with a firm hand, fingertips digging into your skin, as the other grabbed you by your hair and pinned you back down into the couch. Then he set a brutal pace, his hips pounding against yours, bottoming out with each thrust. It instantly threw you into overstimulation, your body not yet recovered from your initial orgasm, and yet there was no way to fight it, no way to escape it. Not with the way he had you trapped beneath him, your own human strength useless against him. All you could do was cry and whine, unhinged sounds ripping from your throat as your tears escaped your closed eyes and your drool soaked into the couch.

Barbatos watched you, relishing in the sight of you beneath him, broken under the violence of your own pleasure while he chased his own. Your walls were tight around him, hot and comforting as the tip of his cock drove into the deepest depths of you. Already he could feel his own orgasm climbing rapidly, the hours of sexual tension finally reaching its precipice. His tail dipped between his legs, finding your swollen clit, and rubbed it in fast circles as your body spasmed. Broken pleas fell from your lips as your fingers clawing at the wine-colored upholstery. It only spurred Barbatos to pin you down even harder, his hand switching from your hair to your shoulder, stripping you of every last ounce of power you pretended to have, subduing you entirely and preventing your escape.

You came a second time, this time your juices soaking his pounding cock, his balls, his thighs, absorbing into his clothes. He came with a groan, joining you in your shattered ecstasy, his rhythm becoming uneven, his hips stuttering as he filled you with his cum.

Barbatos’s thrusts began to slow, and your mind spun, dizzy and hazy, the aftershocks of your pleasure still making you spasm beneath his hands. Finally his hips stilled, and for a small moment, you both fell silent as you caught your breath. His hand released your shoulder as he straightened up and pulled himself out of you.

The room was thick with the scent of sex, and Barbatos stared at your sweaty form, limp across the couch. He drank in your beauty, reveled the way your body was marked by him. The fingerprints forming on your hips, the mark on your neck from earlier, and your cunt...

He watched intently as his cum began to leak out of you, pale and glistening. It coated your labia, your clit, and still it spasmed here and there, each one sending a small shudder up your spine as you lay beneath him, your eyes half-closed.

Barbatos tilted his head slightly, admiring, as his finger brushed against your sex, scooping his cum onto his digit. You flinched at the contact, and your eyes fluttered open to look back at him from the corner of your gaze. You were still too spent to try to move your head.

He kept one palm at your hip, a gentle hold compared to the finger-digging grasp of earlier, as he pushed his cum-covered finger back into your hole. You inhaled a shaky, broken breath, but didn’t object, and Barbatos smiled.

Were you still not satisfied?

Good. Neither was he.

Barbatos withdrew his finger and followed it up with a second, the push of his fingers making a lewd squelch around the cum that still filled you. You whimpered softly and your hips shifted back into his hand.

Slowly he began to pump his fingers in you, letting the sticky white coat his fingers to the knuckles. He watched, transfixed, his eyes raking over every inch of you. Still so much of you to explore, so much of you to claim. His free hand caressed the curves of your body before finally settling on your ass. It filled his palm and then some, and his gaze lingered, no longer focused on the thrusting of his fingers, but on the tight, puckered hole that tightened and relaxed with each swipe of his fingers in your wet heat. Curiously, his thumb pressed against the inside of your ass cheek, pulling it aside to allow him a better view.

Your body tensed, and this time, your head did turn to look back at him.

“B-Barbatos?”

He glanced up at you, the lust in his eyes rekindled until the irises glowed green with old magic.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

You paused, your mind considering, and shook your head. “N-No...” you whispered. “But I’ve never... um...”

Barbatos allowed his thumb to brush feather-light against your tight hole and the muscle fluttered at the contact. Your breath hitched in your chest and your hips rocked back just slightly.

He hummed. “I told you earlier that you will feel me in every inch of you. I meant it.”

Your body shivered at the reminder, an electric chill that buzzed across your skin, making your flesh goosepimple and your hairs stand on end.

“Yeah,” you replied on a shaky breath, “but you also said you wouldn’t be gentle.”

The fire in his gaze mellowed, and his lips curved into something gentle and familiar. He leaned forward over you and planted a tender kiss to your shoulder. “I did say that, didn’t I? But not with this. I will be gentle. I promise.” There was a hesitant pause, and then he added, “However, please do not force yourself for my sake. I will only enjoy it if you do too.”

His words were the reassurance you needed, and after a moment you nodded your head. “Okay, yeah. I want to try. I’ve wanted to try it for a while now...”

He leaned forward further to reach your mouth, and you turned your head just enough to kiss him back. Before he pulled away, he said, “We can stop at any time. Just tell me.”

You released a relieved sigh and nodded. “Okay. I will.”

He stared at you a moment longer, giving you a moment to process your decision, before planting one more kiss to your shoulder blade.

Then he straightened up, his hand back on your ass, warm and gentle, and his fingers still buried in your messy cunt. He returned to the slow and steady pumping, and he once again brushed his thumb delicately against your asshole. He watched you intently as he did so, noting the way your brows furrowed, your lips parted, your closed fists tightened. He did it again and again, until only the signs of pleasure were present, your body no longer stiff with anxiousness. Once you were comfortable, he stroked you again, this time with a slightly more pressure, rubbing his thumb into a small circle. Again and again he repeated it, until you were once again relaxed.

Then he scooped his other fingers deep inside your cunt, let them brush against your sensitive walls, and slowly withdrew them, his cum gathered on his long digits. With his other hand and his tail prying your ass cheeks apart, he spread the warm juices over your puckered hole. Already his cock was throbbing again, hard and aching. You were so exposed to him, not an inch of you left unseen by his wanton gaze. This part of you was beautiful, too... you were so vulnerable, so trusting...

“Are you ready?” he asked.

Your eyes were closed in anticipation and you nodded.

Carefully, slowly, he pushed his index finger past your tight defenses, the cum easing the transition. He didn’t go far...just to the second knuckle, before pulling it out again slowly. His attention was focused, taking in how you gasped, how your back arched.

Again, he went in slowly, patiently. You breathed through it, a steady breath in your nose and out of your mouth. He repeated this entry and retreat, slowly increasing the pace. Your hips were starting to move back into his hand, and he smiled.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked teasingly.

“Mhmmm...” you hum.

“I’m glad.”

A gentle silence fell between you, with nothing but the soft sounds of his administrations and your breathing. Once you were panting heavily, Barbatos knew you were ready for more. This time, he curled his tail between his legs, their slick tips petting your neglected cunt. One tip flicked playfully at your clit and your body spasmed beneath him, his finger still in you, keeping you stretched. He gave a gentle ‘shhh, shhh’ to soothe you as the other tip slithered into your cunt, curling within you as deep as it could go until it filled you.

You whined, his name tumbling from your lips even as your hips tried to roll against him. But you were still bent over the arm of the couch, your movement limited, and Barbatos liked it that way. After all, your teasing earlier during dinner had stripped him of his control in a way he wasn’t accustomed to. This was setting things right, returning your dynamic to what it should be... you, his sweet, obedient lamb, and he your shepherd.

His tail filled you, stretching you, even as the dexterous tips played with your clit and rubbed the most sensitive parts of your inner walls. The added arousal of his tail’s attention made it that much easier for his second finger to join his first, stretching your virgin ass for him. You moaned as it went in, your muscles tensing again at the intrusion, even as you struggled to ride his tail to climax. Slowly he pumped his two fingers in you, allowed you to adjust to them, enjoy them.

He leaned over you slightly to get a better look at your flustered face.

“Would you like to cum like this?” he asked.

It took a moment for you to reply.

“Y-Yes... I mean, no, no... I want...” your words fell away, incomplete, and you turned your face into the couch cushion in embarrassment.

Barbatos’s smile shifted into a grin. “You want...?”

Your words were muffled into the cushion, but he heard them regardless. “I want you in me. I want to cum with you inside me.”

“Inside where?”

“Barbatooos,” you whined. “Don’t make me say it.”

Barbatos’s grip on your ass tightened and he stilled his fingers. “If you’re too embarrassed to say it, then you’re not ready to do it, sweetling.”

You wiggled your hips slightly, but it only caused Barbatos’s grip to tighten on you, stilling your movements.

“You’re doing this on purpose...” you grumbled.

“You seem to have forgotten that this is supposed to be a punishment,” he teased.

You huffed and pouted, and Barbatos waited, unswayed by your behavior.

Finally, you relented.

“I want your cock inside me.” A pause. “Please...”

Barbatos hummed. “There, now. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

His fingers returned to their motions as well as his tail, and your pleasure was reignited, your body once again writhing as best it could beneath him. The cum was cooling, becoming tacky while exposed to the cold air. Barbatos released a long, wet strand of saliva from his mouth that landed right on its mark, and then slowly added a third finger.

“Barbatoooos....” you whined again, your voice pitching in desperation.

“All in due time, my dear. You’ll get what’s promised. We shouldn’t rush these things.”

You panted beneath him, your pleasure building but never releasing, and now your legs were shaking, your upper half propped up onto your elbows as you adjusted your angle for him.

Finally, you were ready. He removed his fingers from your ass and wrapped them around the base of his cock. It was rock hard now, the veins nearly bursting, and he released a wanton sigh as he allowed himself a couple of indulgent strokes. Then he lined the tip with your waiting hole and paused.

“Are you ready?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes, pleeaase...”

Slowly Barbatos pushed his cock into you, centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch. You gasped deep, your lungs taking in air as you endured the stretch of him. Your hand flew back to reach for him blindly, and Barbatos’s free hand grabbed yours, his fingers intertwining with yours.

He pulled out just slightly, removed his tail from your cunt to drip more secretions onto your asshole, and then pushed back in a little further.

“Ba-Barbatos...” you sobbed, your voice rising in pitch.

The change in your voice made him pause, and his grip on your hand tightened as he clung to his restraint. His breaths were shaky now, his cock twitching, thigh muscles flexing with the need to bury himself in you. He tried to calm his racing heart, steady his voice.

“Do... do you need me to stop?”

You shook your head and tightened your grip on his hand.

Relief flooded him, and he relinquished his grip on the base of his cock to stroke your spine with the palm of his hand.

“We’re almost there, love,” he soothed. “You’re doing so well.”

Out again and then back in, and finally he bottomed out with a satisfied sigh, his balls pressed against your pussy. You let out a sigh as well, your body releasing some of its stiffness.

Barbatos waited, allowing you to get used to his presence, even as his cock pulsed inside you in time with his pounding heartbeat. He leaned over and planted a kiss to your back, your fingers still interlocked with his and the other hand, the one that had been inside you, now settled at your hip.

“You feel divine,” he murmured against your skin. Your eyes were closed as you hummed in agreement, and it pleased him to see your lips curl into a small smile.

Slowly, with his body still caging yours over the arm of the couch, he pulled out slowly and pushed back in. You moaned beneath him, and the sound of your pleasure went straight from his brain to his cock, and he growled.

“You test my restraint when you make noises like that, you know...” he muttered.

You chuckled beneath him and opened one eye to peer at him. “It’s not my fault you make me feel so good...”

Passion was quickly overwriting his brain, and Barbatos kissed your skin once more. Then he straightened himself up and began to properly fuck you, two hands planted firmly on your hips and his tail buried in your pussy.

He went slowly at first, half to help you finish adjusting to him, and half to relish this new part of you that you were letting him have. Your ass was so tight, choking his cock until every nerve of the sensitive head was singing in unison.

“Faster... please...” you muttered.

Barbatos had never heard sweeter words. He quickened his pace, letting himself enjoy you fully, and you panted beneath him as you let him take you.

The pleasure you felt was unlike any other. The burn of being stretched, mingled with an undercurrent of pleasure each time he hit deep inside you, combined with his tail fucking your needy cunt and playing with your clit... it was stimulation from all angles, sensations in places you’d never experienced before, creating a vortex of pleasure you were quickly losing yourself in.

Between the extended foreplay and the edging with his tail, it wasn’t long before your orgasm crashed over you, fiercer than any you’d had before. You cried out, tears in your eyes as your mind emptied of all thought, all senses, except for the feel of Barbatos in you, on you, his hips colliding with yours, his balls slapping against your cunt as it spasmed on his slick tail. It was like lightning, incinerating in its heat, decimating in its impact.

Barbatos followed soon after, his thrusts running on instinct, his grip on your hips tightening. His breaths turned into pants, heavy and loud, and you loved it, loving hearing his ecstasy, knowing how good you made him feel. Your name fell from his lips, blessing your ears as he finally lost his control, let himself get washed away entirely by the pleasure of you. He spilled his load into you, hot spurts coating your insides, and you moaned happily at the sensation.

Finally, his thrusts slowed to a stop, his grip on your hips loosened. Barbatos lingered in you for a long moment, his breaths heavy with adrenaline, before giving into to the post-coital bliss and laying himself over you. The heat of him was oppressive, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to get off you just yet. You weren’t any better, your skin slicked with sweat and your own breaths coming out in ragged huffs. Lazily, your hand came up and tangled into his sweaty hair to scratch at his scalp, and he hummed contentedly into your shoulder.

As your head cleared, your speech returned.

“I think we ruined the couch,” you muttered into the cushion.

Barbatos chuckled and groaned, his voice reverberating through your ribs. “It will be replaced. However, I will make this room off limits until then.”

“Do you think Diavolo will be mad?”

Barbatos scoffed and began to push himself off of you. “Considering how many times he has ruined the furniture with similar activities, I hardly think he is in a position to judge. But no. I don’t think he will say anything, to be quite frank. We have both lived here a very long time and have our own unspoken agreements between us.”

His cock was soft now, but he still pulled himself out of you gently. You winced and his hands ran soothing strokes along your hips and your sides as you pushed yourself up from the couch. Your spine felt stiff, suck in that position for so long, and the stitching of the upholstery was imprinted into your skin in all the places he’d pinned you down.

Barbatos swiftly fixed his pants and belt then turned you slowly to face him. He smiled tenderly at you before putting his forehead against yours as his hands fixed your pants next, securing the button and buckling your belt for you. He kissed you, the touch of his lips soft, while his hands rested at your waist, and you pouted.

“You’re not going to make me do the walk of shame all the way to your room, are you?”

Barbatos chuckled as he picked up your coats and his cummerbund, careful to use his left hand and the pinky and thumb of his right.

“Of course not.”

You scrunched up your nose and winced. “Good. Because I’m oozing out of places I’ve never oozed before, and I’m pretty sure my underwear are ruined. Possibly even my pants.”

Barbatos stifled his laugh, his eyes glittering with amusement. “Well, had you appropriately waited to provoke me after the dinner instead of during, then perhaps this could have taken place with better preparation.”

You scoffed at him in mock appall. “So this is my fault?”

He grinned. “You cannot entice me so brazenly and not expect there to be consequences. Besides...” - he leaned closer to you, his arm with the coats wrapping around your waist - “You hardly protested once I had you bent over the sofa.”

You couldn’t stifle the laugh the slipped from your lips. “Barbatos!”

“Come now, enough,” he chided as he opened a portal to his bathroom. “Haven’t you bratted enough tonight? Or do you need a fourth round? Maybe a fifth?”

“What? It was only two,” you huffed defensively.

“Two for me, but don’t think I didn’t catch your first orgasm in the beginning.”

“That was a fluke!”

He cocked his head at you in amusement. “You are truly adorable, I hope you know. But fluke or not, it still counts, which brings your total to three.” His brow furrowed lightly in thought. “Although we will most definitely need to clean up before we continue...”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “Wha... are you serious??”

Barbatos’s arm reached out to guide you along with him, and he smirked devilishly. “I am a demon, my love. You have yet to scrape even the surface of my sex drive.”

You gingerly followed him through the portal.

“Does that mean you’re always horny but just never show it?”

Barbatos chuckled. “No. I am older, and it grants me more control than most. However, I am easily aroused, particularly when it’s with someone I care for. And demons can easily go multiple rounds for hours, unlike most humans.”

“I am both terrified and intrigued...” you muttered.

He chuckled again.

“Come,” he invited as he began to run his shower. “There will be plenty of time in the future to explore our limits. For now, let us cleanse ourselves and allow your body to rest. Some snacks are in order, as well as a special tea that will help with the aches and pains. And I shall have your clothing either cleaned or replaced, depending on their state.”

You let him begin to undress you as you placed your hands on his shoulders for balance. “Are you sure you’re a demon and not an angel?”

He paused, devoting his full attention to you. “I am what I am. But most importantly, I am yours, and you are mine. You are most precious to me. And I always treat my precious things with the utmost care.”

His words made your heart twist, and you touched his smooth cheek with your fingers and gave him a tender kiss on the lips.

When you pulled back, you were smiling at him, tears in your eyes.

“You are most precious to me too, Barbatos.” ------

Taglist: @hymnbook @chiekoisbread

#happy birthday barbatos #obey me barbatos #om barbatos #barbatos x f!reader #barbatos x afab!reader #barbatos x gn!reader

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cosmicstarlatte · 2 years

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You ARE The Father! (Obey Me!)

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After getting back to the human world you realized you were pregnant. You decided to keep it a secret during your relationship. After having the baby/babies for a few weeks, you finally decide to tell your demon baby daddy.

»Characters: Demon bros // -> [Part 2: Dateables] Now available!

»Tags: Female reader/MC, Unplanned pregnancy, Humor/fluff, Bulleted Style Fic

»Note: Sorry it's kind of long. Also I imagine the babies all heavily resemble their dads. 🥺♡ I might make a part two with Diavolo and Barbatos but they will be short stories. Well, maybe. Lol

Lucifer:

"That's not funny."

Didn't believe you because how could you keep that sort of secret for months from him

You sent him a photo of you holding a very unamused baby boy with black hair and red eyes

The Avatar of Pride has fainted. I repeat, he has fainted

Didn't pack or say anything to his brothers once he woke up, he just bolted out the house to find a magic seal to travel to the human realm

Quickly let Diavolo know why he canceled their meeting whilst on the way to you

He arrived disheveled, man was sweating lol

Anyway he immediately reached for his child and cradled him

His baby's horns and wings popped out!

Barely wanted to talk to you at first, you wounded his pride...Did you think him unfit? Did you think he wouldn't accept?

He would've been there for you no matter what, it pained him that you went through everything alone

Promised to be there from now on

He hugged you and the baby "...I love you two. ♡ Come live with me. You two won't ever be in need."

Dia and Barb visited shortly to see Luci's baby!

His baby slapped everyone in the face at some point

Mammon:

"Ha! That's a good one! I always loved ya sense of humor!"

Really thought it was a joke

You decided to surprise him in person instead

You got permission from Dia to visit

You had only told Lucifer ahead of time about the surprise visit but not why

When you knocked on the door holding the white-haired baby girl Lucifer had to do a double take

"Is this..."

He smiled and excitedly held her for a minute before returning her

"Excuse me" Lucifer said as he closed the door

"MAMMOOOOOOOOON!!!"

yeah the baby started crying

You could hear the loud commotion inside

The door swung open and Mammon stared in shock along with the rest of the family behind him

"YA WERENT JOKING!? GUYS...GUYS!! I'M A DAD!!"

He cuddled his baby girl and gave her so many kisses

You guessed it, the baby sprouted horns and wings after being held by him

Was upset at himself for thinking you were joking

He demanded you move in right away

"Nothin' will break this family. I got ya both! Daddy will take care of y'all! "♡

His baby girl managed to grab his wallet and wouldn't let go

Levi:

"As if..."

Was skeptical...him? A dad? He always thought Mammon or Asmo would be first

He didn't know anything about being a dad but he was getting more excited the more he thought about it

You wouldn't lie to him about that right? RIGHT?

But why didn't you tell him sooner!? He could've been there for support like you always supported him!!

He texted you saying he would be visiting soon

He made a quick phone call to Dia for help getting to the human world

"Yeah let's not tell Lucifer yet heheheh"

He hurriedly grabbed a few figures and collectibles to go pawn off...kids are expensive!

After selling some things he bought some baby stuff and a gift for you...the mother of his child!!

When he finally made it to the human world he cried when he held his own purple-haired baby boy

The baby cried too lmao

The baby shifted into demon form & Levi wailed even more at his beautiful copy+paste baby

Both stopped crying when you played some anime on the tv

"I-I have a ring for you...w-will you marry me? I'll be the best husband and dad I can be!" ♡

He was planning on asking anyway; this just sped things up

He wasn't sure but he thinks his kid was giving him the stink eye when he was taking too much time with you...jealousy!?

Satan:

"You're telling me this now?"

Yeah he was angry

He had a hard time believing it but he knew you wouldn't lie about something like that

After the call, he grew excited and couldn't wait to visit

Told Lucifer what was going on ASAP and he let him go to you

He tried to read as much as he could from parenting books while on the way to you

He brought some gifts and offered to let you nap while he bonded with his daughter

Yeah she shifted into demon form after being held by him

He cooed at her, brushing her blonde hair lightly, remembering his own birth

"Daddy might've been an accident, but you're definitely not. Just a beautiful surprise. ♡"

He would do anything you asked of him, he just wanted to take care of his own little family

"Hey listen to me...I won't ever let you two down. I swear it.♡"

His daughter angrily yanked the new kitty plushie from his hands and smacked him before giggling

Asmo:

"Ahaha...riiight. That's not the first time someone's tried that on me! And triplets!? "

He loved you but that was a weird joke to pull so many months later

Seriously, triplets? You had to be joking!

You were a little hurt but you kind of understood his reaction

Either way you wanted Asmo to meet them and decided to do a surprise visit

You contacted Dia for help and Barb escorted you safely to the Devildom (it was hard moving around with 3 babies!)

You nervously waited with your babies at Dia's castle while they summoned Asmo first before the other brothers

"Lord Diavolo, I'm he-" you heard Asmo gasp

He froze and took in what was in front of him

"You weren't joking!?"

He sobbed and cried out apologies to you, as he tried to figure out how he could pick them all up (sorry only two at a time!)

You handed him the two girls and watched as they shifted into demon form in his arms

Mini Asmos!

He excitedly talked about all the different outfits you could all wear and match as a family

You took one of the baby girls and handed him the boy and watched as he too shifted

"You're my family! My big beautiful family! Papa will make you all proud! I'll work SO hard!♡"

The other brothers happily joined the gathering a few minutes later

Every time someone picked up one of the babies, they were happy and friendly!

Beel:

"Huh? What? What do you mean? ... I'M COMING."

Mixed emotions: Anger for not telling him. Excited that you had his child. Sad that he wasn't there to support you on the journey. Happy overall for his new family.

He wasted no time after you told him, he called on Lucifer to let him go to the human world. His brothers caught wind and wanted to go too.

Teared up when he saw you standing and holding his baby boy, he gave a big soft family hug

Was surprised and excited when his baby shifted into demon form when he held him

It was a mini him!

He was absolutely in love with his new family

"I will give you both everything. No matter what. I will take care of you two, always.♡"

Wouldn't stop doting on you two

Growled when Belphie wanted a turn to hold his baby...he might've been a little too protective

But everyone did get a turn eventually

His baby bit/nibbled everyone at some point

Belphie:

"Twins!? Mine!? When!? You should've said something!"

Was upset you kept it from him. Scared because what if he fails you and them? But was happy to have his own little family

As soon as he hung up, he quickly called Lucifer for help and had Beel accompany to the human world

Freaked out because what do babies need? What did you need? He hurriedly bought ready made baby gift baskets hoping it would help somewhat

Each step towards your place was nerve wracking and exhilarating

Having Beel there soothed him a little so he was thankful

Belphie thought you looked so beautiful standing there holding his twins in little cow print onesies

He nervously held both and teared up when they shifted and they looked so much like him

The baby boy started crying and he freaked out

"Yeah he cries a lot. The girl however is very quiet and sleeps easily."

Belphie hummed a lullaby and soothed his son who rested happily on him.

"This is better than any dream.I will do my best to make you and them proud.That's a promise.♡"

Beel patted his back letting him know he had him and the others

His babies seemed to like cuddling a lot. They really liked holding fingers tightly.

⬦You might also like: MC Feeling Insecure︱Waffle House︱Coconut

*Super long* Authors Note/Ramblings: Moved those notes to my AO3 journal lol

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me hcs #obey me f!mc #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me fluff #obey me humor #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹

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gach-artblog · 5 months

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Baby angel! ✨

I spent so much more time on this than I planned but at least it turned out great. (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)💖

#obey me #digital art #fan art #obey me nightbringer #obey me luke #i love the sunset and the little sparkles here and there #i hope you remember my last design of f!Luke because I honestly like it a lot :“)

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celestialrealms · 1 year

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gotta be one of the funniest genres of barbatos scenes

#thinking about this because i'm just grinding a bunch of lonely devils on og for all the cards of my faves i missed #lemme know if i missed any similar scenes i skipped reading a lot of events and dont have every barbatos memory card quite yet <3 #obey me barbatos #obey me shall we date #obey me #barbatos x mc #hes so funny & for what.............. him making the same dejected little face in both of these scenes is so silly 2 me #he really said f everyone except mc and diavolo <3 love that for him <3

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devildomcuties · 5 months

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Obey Me: A Gift for You [Dateables]

🕷 pairing: diavolo, barbatos, simeon, solomon x f. reader

🕷 summary: You’re gifted a pair of panties from your boyfriend, so you wear them for him.

🕷 wc: 2.9k

🕷 warnings: pet names (baby, babe, love), mentions of MC being queen (I like the idea so oh well), oral sex (f. giving and receiving), masturbation, fingering (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, mention of horns for dia and barbatos, upskirt, marking (hickeys, biting), quickie at RAD, the heels stay on, choking, creampie, cum eating

🕷 a/n: this is strictly 18+ content as links lead to adult content!

🕷 date: May 1, 2024

Diavolo

Diavolo looked for any excuse to get out of doing paperwork alone in his office. It seemed that Barbatos was ready to stop him and redirect him to his office any time he tried.

The only time he had to himself was at night when he was winding down for bed. Even so, Barbatos would check on him after his bath to assure the Demon Lord would stay put.

Sometimes Diavolo felt like a prisoner in his castle but he knew it was for his safety now that the Demon King was still in his slumber.

Diavolo sat in bed with his back resting on his headboard. Barbatos had retired for the night and Dia read one of the manga Levi had insisted he read. He was just getting to the climax when your familiar sparkle lit up his bedroom.

“Diavolo!” You grin as you kick your heels off your feet and head for his bed. You strip your top and skirt before climbing in beside him. “I missed you so much.”

“Ah, my future queen, I have missed you as well,” Diavolo smiles sweetly as he kisses your cheek. “It’s always a pleasure when you come around.”

“I wanted to see you in your office but Barbatos wouldn’t let me in,” you pout as you straddle the Demon Lord. “He said I would distract you.”

“Barbatos was correct in his assumption,” Diavolo chuckles as he grabs your hips. “I would have laid you on my desk and eaten that pretty cunt of yours until all the demons in the land heard you scream my name.”

Diavolo doesn’t give you a chance to respond before his lips meet yours. His hand grips the back of your head as the kiss deepens.

You moan, grinding on his cock. Your tiny black and gold panties don’t stand a chance, already soaked and ruined.

Dia groans, mouthing at your neck. He sucks his mark that you’ll proudly flaunt in RAD until it fades and another appears in its place. Nobody would dare tell the future king it was inappropriate to mark the future queen as he saw fit, and even if their jealousy consumed them, Diavolo’s wrath was too much to face straight on.

Even Barbatos would keep his mouth shut.

You gasp when your back meets the soft comforter. Diavolo's eyes sparkle with mischief as he kisses his way down your body. His plush lips leave feather-light kisses on your heated skin, making you moan when his teeth scrape your hip.

“Diavolo,” his name spills from your lips easily as his teeth take a tiny strap off your hip. He pulls on it and then does the same to the other side as you raise your hips when he bites the material in the middle to drag it down your thighs.

You spread your legs for him and he wets his lips as he throws your panties on his bedroom floor, forgotten. He palms his cock as you place your hand between your legs, a finger dipping into your arousal before rubbing your clit.

Diavolo watches you hungrily before he grabs your hips and tugs you toward him. His tongue meets your cunt, a low growl escaping him.

He curses, unable to control himself as he shifts. You giggle as his horns appear and your hand weaves in his hair, fingertips brushing a thick horn.

“Don’t go starting something you can’t finish,” he warns as he meets your gaze between your pretty thighs. You smirk, arching into him as you tug his hair to guide him back to your soaking wet cunt. Diavolo licks and sucks on your clit while you moan his name, head thrashing on the pillow as your legs lock behind his neck.

Diavolo grinds his hips into the mattress in need of some sort of stimulation, cursing when he gets too close as you cum on his talented tongue.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me,” he demands as his fingers slide into you. You moan as you dig your nails into his arm, your other hand buried in his thick tresses.

“Diavolo!” His name is a sweet cry for all to hear as your legs tremble at his side. Pleasure consumes you, drowns you, destroys you, and all Diavolo does is smile.

Barbatos

Barbatos enjoyed having a floor entirely to himself. He kept it quite tidy and it gave him privacy once the Young Master headed to bed.

“Snooping?” Barbatos' voice startles you. You nearly fall off the ladder you’re on, hand wrapped around a small bottle filled with tea. The perfect penmanship on the label reads Sparkle Tea.

“I wasn’t!” You protest immediately as you set the jar down in its rightful spot.

Barbatos hums but saves his lecture for another time. It was only natural that he would stoke your curiosity after mentioning the wall of teas he had for you.

Besides, on his way to help you down safely from the ladder, he’d gotten a clear look under your skirt.

“I see you’ve gone for an indecent look today,” Barbatos states as your cheeks flush with heat. You ignore him as you take a step then another as his gloved hand rests on your lower back to guide you.

“Is it indecent when you’re the one who gave these panties to me?” You ask as you take his hand to lead him to his bedroom for some privacy.

Once in his room, you take off his gloves and lead him to his bed. You kick your shoes off before climbing in, tugging him with you by his shirt.

In his bed with you is the only time Barbatos can relax. He doesn’t have to be as proper as he is with everyone else and it’s a privilege to see him so relaxed as you straddle him. His hands plant themselves on your hips as you tug on the buttons of his shirt to rip it open.

“Sweetheart, you surely seem eager this evening,” Barbatos smirks as you kiss his neck, biting when he chuckles at you.

Barbatos sighs happily as he feels your lips press kisses on every bit of his exposed chest. Every kiss comes with a soft, I love you. It makes his heart happy to hear you say it over and over.

Sharp nails cut through your skirt shortly after, making you gasp. Barbatos chuckles as he tosses the useless clothing to the side before tearing through your top and bra.

You don’t have a chance to react before he sits up. His hand grabs the back of your head to pull you closer. His gaze locks on yours, your noses brush before he kisses you.

Your hands settle on his shoulders, moaning when he tugs you flush against him. His free hand moves to your ass, squeezing it before chuckling darkly.

Your hand moves between your bodies, fingers dipping into your cunt, biting back a moan when you rub your clit for a few seconds before unbuttoning Barbatos’ pants and tugging down the zipper.

Barbatos eyes you hungrily as you take his cock out, stroking him with your wet hand. He moans your name softly, hips rising off the bed to thrust in your hand.

You kiss him as you line his cock up at your entrance and take it.

“Fuck!” Barbatos exclaims as he weaves his fingers in your hair before kissing you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours.

You ride him slowly at first, hands clutching his torn-up shirt. He’s so thick and long, he fills you deliciously and it makes your eyes roll back as you bounce on his dick.

You’re sure your panties are ruined but Barbatos seems pretty pleased with himself for getting them crotchless. It was hard to undress completely when you were both so desperate for each other.

There’s not a lot of free time during the day for Barbatos while he waits hand and foot for the Young Master but with the collection of panties he’s got for you, perhaps a quickie here and there won’t be too much of a distraction.

“Barb,” you gasp when he falls back onto the bed, holding your hips tightly before he anchors his feet to the mattress and thrusts upward.

Your tits jiggle as he bounces you on his cock, cursing your name as you rub your clit and cry out for him. Barbatos licks his lips, tugging you down to him so he can kiss you.

Your hand reaches for his horns and he growls, holding your hips down as he cums, stuffing you full just as you fall apart. You whimper, your orgasm washing over you unexpectedly.

Your thighs tremble, soreness hitting you as you slowly ride him through your orgasm. Barbatos holds you close, not caring that his pants are a mess.

It takes a few minutes for you to separate. Barbatos lies you in his bed as he gets a bath for the two of you. He holds you close as he takes his time washing your body and you whisper I love you.

Simeon

Silence filled Purgatory Hall. Simeon used the time to read, and write, and now he was drying his hair after a long, hot shower.

He wasn’t expecting to see you on his bed wearing one of his shirts.

“Hi, baby. What are you up to?” Simeon asks as he places his towel on the back of his desk chair. The towel wrapped around his waist makes your mouth water.

“You’d know if you answered your D.D.D. but I called you to let you know I was coming over,” you explain as you pat the spot beside you.

Simeon sits down on the edge of the bed. He grabs his D.D.D. and scrolls to the messages he’s missed from you.

[Baby💖] Hey, can I come over? [Baby💖] Babe? [Baby💖] Are you at PH? [Baby💖] I wanted to show you something 😘 [IMAGE] [Baby💖] I’m coming over, Simmie 😘

Simeon looks at the photo, eyes immediately filled with lust before he discards the device on the nightstand.

“You’re wearing them right now?” Simeon asks with a raised brow.

You scoot back on the bed, lifting your shirt and spreading your legs. Simeon eyes the white panties he gifted you, and his face flushes red. They look even better on you than he imagined.

“Beautiful,” he whispers as he gets on his knees to crawl toward you.

You giggle when he grabs your ankles and tugs you toward him. He kisses his way up your legs, placing them on his bare shoulders.

His hands grip your hips as you sit up on your elbows to watch him. He kisses one side and then the other before he kisses the middle.

“Simeon,” you sigh happily as he rolls you over onto your stomach. He gently moves the panties to the side before he kisses your wet cunt. His tongue teases you, lewd noises escaping the two of you.

With one hand he tugs the towel off his body, stroking his cock in his hand as he continues to eat you out. He slurps, licking his lips before he slides two fingers into you.

Simeon groans when you clench around him. He curls his fingers, pumping them in and out to draw the sweetest sounds from you.

It doesn’t take much longer for him to make you cum for him. After all these years, he’s finely tuned with your body, recognizing the signs of your impending orgasm enough to send you over the edge.

Simeon licks his fingers clean before he grabs his dick and strokes it. He bites back a moan as you arch your back, begging him to fuck you.

“So needy tonight,” he chuckles as his hands grab handfuls of your ass.

“Simeon!” You whine when he smacks your ass before you beg him to fuck you.

Simeon smiles as he grabs his cock in his hand, moving your panties aside as he runs the head on your cunt. You’re dripping wet, soaking his cock generously as he continues his actions. You huff his name, frustrated and needy.

“Alright,” he laughs. “I get it.”

Without another word, he slides home. He curses and then looks up to ask for forgiveness. You don’t notice as you fuck yourself on his dick while he’s momentarily distracted.

Simeon takes over, fucking you deep. You moan, biting the sheets to muffle your cries of pleasure. Simeon fucks you hard and fast, his hands grabbing every inch of your body within reach.

Your name escapes him as he turns you on your side and raises your leg. You hold his hand, turning your head to kiss him while he fucks you slower, grinding his hips as you suck on his bottom lip.

You moan into the kiss, your legs shaking as you cum wrapped around Simeon. He praises you, fucking you through it before he slides out.

He moves you onto your back as he settles between your legs with his cock in his hand. He bites his lip as he strokes himself, your panties soaked through.

Simeon moans your name, his eyes fluttering shut as he cums on your panties, right in the middle.

He pants as he locks eyes with you, leaning down to kiss you.

“Wait till I show you the next pair,” he grins as he kisses you again.

Solomon

Solomon was still getting used to Purgatory Hall. He had forgotten his book, gotten lost, and was now running late to meet you for your study date. He hoped you could forgive him for his tardiness. Perhaps he could make it up to you later on by baking you those cookies you like so much.

After five minutes of apologies from Solomon, the two of you got to study.

You would dedicate an hour for your course and an hour for his before heading to HoL for dinner.

Solomon had offered to walk you home, so you allowed him to carry your backpack as you wandered the nearly empty halls of RAD.

A few students walked around the building as they headed home and you led Solomon down an empty hallway. He followed you bewildered as you checked to make sure the hall was clear before lifting your skirt.

Solomon cursed as he spotted the black lacy panties he bought for you. They looked better than he could have imagined.

Without another word, Solomon takes your hand and leads you inside the first empty classroom he spots. He shuts the door quietly before pressing your chest to it. You catch yourself on your hands, giggling.

“Sol!” You gasp when he grabs your skirt and hikes it up. His other hand grabs your ass, squeezing it as he admires your body.

“We should have gone home first,” Solomon muses as he traces the waistband of your panties.

“No time,” you grin as he rips the crotch of the panties open and drops to his knees. Your knees buckle, your high heels making you stumble forward as you grab the doorknob to steady yourself.

Solomon smirks as he kisses your thighs, spreading your legs further before his tongue licks up your wet cunt.

You moan softly, hoping RAD is clear to avoid getting a lecture from Lucifer or worse, Barbatos.

Solomon works you into an orgasm soon after, making you bite the palm of your hand to keep quiet as he fucks you open with his fingers. He smiles to himself as you moan his name pathetically when he sinks his teeth into your ass cheek.

“Such a shame,” Solomon whispers as he looks at the tattered pieces of your panties. “They were so pretty.”

“Solomon, baby please,” you beg as you arch your back further. Solomon laughs gently as he undoes the button of his pants followed by the zipper.

“So needy for this dick, huh? Couldn’t wait until I got you into bed and fucked you in ways you’ve only dreamed of before?” His words make your body tingle as he wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing the sides when you don’t answer him.

“Y-yes,” you stutter as you meet his heated gaze. “I want you.”

Solomon kisses you, his tongue meeting yours as he slides home. The stretch is delicious. It makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“That’s it, baby,” Solomon grunts, shaking his hair out of his eyes as he looks down. You meet each of his thrusts.

Solomon laces his fingers with yours as you rest it on the door, with nowhere to hold onto it. You want more, you say so and Solomon rewards you. His lips find your shoulder and then your neck as he kisses and bites your skin.

Solomon bends you further, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it as your thighs tremble and your heels make you teeter. Pleasure consumes you, burning your body from the inside out as you orgasm.

“Fuck, love,” Solomon grits his teeth as you soak him. Your little escape from this room will have to turn into a quick pop to his instead. He can’t risk anyone catching the two of you after hours at RAD.

A few more thrusts have Solomon cumming deep inside. He moans your name into your neck, kissing you after.

The two of you fix your clothing and Solomon pops you into his bedroom.

He lays you on the bed, climbing in with you before settling between your legs.

“Mind if I clean you up?” Solomon asks with sparkling eyes and a smile that makes your heart flip.

“Sure, Solomon,” you nod, as you lie back and spread your legs further. Solomon licks his lips as he grabs your legs and tugs you toward him.

You giggle when you get pulled to him. He kisses your cunt, gently teasing you with his tongue before he dives in.

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