#obey me monster boys

[ironicallyyn]

Pov of obsessive men is the only this that i stan and will continue stanning 🛐🛐

[sorcererkiller]

can't stop thinking about a fic i read that imagined mammon with a leaky doggy dick and knot like holy fuck i am drooling on that thang

[fr00t-snacc]

I swear I have a normal attachment to these guys-

[slayersins]

would somebody match my freak if I posted a Solomon x MC nsfw fanart? and he is not entirely human?

[moonamite]

Ohh my most favorite boy please wear your glasses (-> Does not wear her glasses)

Uh ignore the manifesto in tags-

[what-big-teeth]

Avatar of Gluttony (Beelzebub)

Monsterlover!MC is gender neutral.

[ Part 1 (intro) ; Part 2 (Lucifer) ; Part 3 (Mammon) ; Part 4 (Leviathan) ; Part 5 (Satan) ; Part 6 (Asmodeus) ]

Please note this is an 18+ blog; do not follow if you’re younger than 18.

You lay in bed, tucked in for the night but sleep eluded you. For the first time since you can recall, you had the House of Lamentations to yourself.

Well, as long as you didn’t count the ghosts and haunted paintings. And Beelzebub.

See, the hope of truly having the place to yourself couldn’t really happen. Not with your tasty human soul acting as a beacon to the other denizens of the Devildom. And with Beelzebub being Lucifer’s self-proclaimed protector, there was no-one else for the job. Mammon objected, but as the second born to Lucifer’s first born, that didn’t last long. You had to take what you could get.

From what you learned after the pudding incident, Beel was a nice guy. He was usually occupied with his courses, Fangol practice, workouts or his usual eating sprees. You rarely saw him save for breakfast and dinner, but he was kind to you when you bumped into each other. Last you remembered, Madame Scream’s new corrosive cakelets had his undivided attention.

Your stomach rumbled at the thought of sweets. Might as well take advantage of Lucifer being away on official Devildom business.

The quick trek from your bedroom into the hallway wasn’t totally uneventful. An odd yet pleasant scent greeted your nose, wrinkling it. Something sweet…but metallic?

Soft, deep humming skirted your ears as you took in the warm, flickering light emitting from the kitchen.

You peeked around the corner and huffed out a quiet breath, smiling. Wearing what you believed were his PJs, Beel stood in front of the black cauldron that bubbled with a strange, deep red stew streaked with black. Two stools stood on either side of him, balancing a number of canisters, satchels and spices. All of them and the stew screamed out “do not touch” to your human sensibilities. Still, curiosity urged you onward.

“Hi, Beel. Couldn’t sleep either?”

The tall demon shook his head, but his hair looked stiff? You blinked a few times to dislodge the bit of sleep clinging to the corners of your eyes.

As he tended to the cauldron, you poured a quick glass of water and grabbed a small slice of hellfire baked cheesecake before sitting at the counter. The everlasting warmth and mixture of spices melded together pleasantly on your tongue, melting away any remaining fatigue. At least you could sleep in; perks of the weekend.

Low muttering drew you away from another bite of your snack.

“More newt? No…maybe nightshade or foxglove.”

Those were ingredients, at least when it came to Devildom cuisine. And very much not safe for human consumption.

“Seems like a small portion for a midnight snack,” you hedged.

“It’s not for me,” he said.

“It isn’t?”

Beel shook his head. Then, without any warning, his hair shifted. Still stiff, it folded onto itself and repositioned further down his neck, blending into the black, reflective substance overtaking his skin. Like the hard shell of a beetle. You quietly leaned over to see what else would happen.

Instead of his usual angular face, there was the profile of a skeletal, gaunt face. His skin paled and thinned out, leaving it with a paper-like consistency. His mouth stretched out beyond what was humanly possible, allowing you to see not an inkling of a tongue, but of a curled proboscis hidden behind pointed teeth. The simple, purple eyes you’d grown used to shrank down, multiplying until numerous little pinpoints were left. Just like an insect. Then, his body changed.

The more he focused on the task in front of him, the less subtle the changes were. His horns appeared, now larger and more intimidating than usual. His muscular torso turned fly-like with a deeply black outer shell, still carrying that orange-toned sheen. Instead of two legs, he now stood on four…which somehow, didn’t affect his clothes. Maybe they were magicked to accommodate his form? And on his back, large and imposing, rested two massive fly wings that twitched sporadically.

Everything about this new form was proportional to his larger size, just different. The only thing you could compare the entire change to was a person slowly releasing a long-held breath.

You watched as his mouth opened and the proboscis unfurled. Wooden spoon in hand, he ladled up some of the stew with a clawed hand and tasted it with the new appendage. As he retracted his proboscis, he huffed out a breath while his wings buzzed just a bit; the sound clashed against your ears a bit before dying down.

“Still not right…”

His speech had been somewhat affected by the change; the cadence wasn’t consistent and his voice was much deeper than usual. It was comparable to staring down into a deep abyss. You gently set down your fork.

“Can I help somehow?” you asked.

Beel froze. For a moment, you think you felt his numerous eyes on you. Then the sensation swiftly faded as he took his current appearance. The buzzing from before geared up, its intensity growing.

“...I didn’t…I wasn’t supposed to—”

You quickly hopped out of your seat and held up your hands. “Beel, it’s fine! You were occupied with the cauldron. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

The buzzing ceased but he still appeared nervous.

“...You weren’t meant to see this form. Lucifer said so before he and others left. It’s still your first time in the Devildom and humans usually…”

As he trailed off, he turned slightly to face you. You offered him a gentle smile and tilted your head.

“Something up?”

If he were wearing his human guise, you think he’d be squinting his eyes at you.

“Why aren’t you scared right now?”

You grinned.

“Because you’re you. I mean, you were scarier when I first met you unofficially, which was understandable after the fact. ‘Avatar of Gluttony’ and all. But since then, I haven’t had a reason to be scared. Yeah, you could’ve eaten me anytime after.”

You pointed a thumb over your shoulder at what remained of your cheesecake.

“But you’re the guy who recommended that amazing dessert when you learned what I could and couldn’t eat. You’ve been nice enough to get me safely from campus back here when the others couldn’t. And yeah, maybe one of these days I’ll take you up on that offer to exercise with you…just as long as it’s something a human can handle. That’s all to say: you’re a good guy Beel. Seeing your real form hasn’t changed how I think about you.”

The longer Beel stared at you, the more you hoped you hadn’t said the wrong thing. More so because having so many eyes focused on you was pretty intense, but not unpleasant.

As he smiled widely, he chuckled, the sound a bit breathy. He shifted the stool in front of you, creating some extra space in front of the cauldron.

“Wanna help me out?”

You smiled. “Of course!”

It turns out the Bloodied Babylon Stew was something he wanted to surprise his brothers with once he returned later on. Before leaving, Lucifer estimated their return an hour or so from now. So Beel had been working on the recipe a little after you turned in for the night. Similar to Hell Coffee, the taste would change depending on the ability of the chef. The dish would fit the palette of the recipient, regardless of who they were, providing a perfect meal.

With a few more adjustments, Beel declared it ready to go and placed the lid on top. After the ingredients were placed back in their proper places and the fire was dimmed enough to keep the stew warm, you offered the rest of your cheesecake to Beel. He happily finished it off.

“Think I’ll officially turn in for the night,” you said, yawning.

“Same here…”

Before you could bid him a goodnight, he gently gathered you in a hug, one which you happily returned as best you could. He was still in his true form, after all.

“Good night,” he said. “I hope you have sweet dreams.”

“You too, Beel.”

Needless to say, once you were back in bed, you fell into a peaceful sleep.

Come morning, familiar voices and conversation reached your room, gently pulling you from slumber. As you finished getting dressed for the day, there was a soft knock at the door.

Beel stood in the doorway with a smile, in his human guise and wearing his casual clothes.

“Breakfast time! Are you ready to go?”

“Ready! It’ll be nice to see everyone else. By the way, did they like the stew?” you asked.

Beel’s grin was blinding.

“There wasn’t a drop left.”

[laxativerat]

Uhhhhhhhhh

Yeah

[mcverse]

Me trying to understand why no one’s sending me asks:

Link in bio

[nono-bunny]

Spooky Night Parade is such a fun song!! The way I can SO easily imagine both the characters and the VAs singing it 🥺

The beat map is overall neat too except for the fucking accursed short quick devil tap at the end (Hungry Six Pack is always a nightmare to play in all difficulties because of this shit, I hate that they're putting it into new songs too)

It is... Very noticeable that Belphie/Onishi doesn't have a solo part in the game cut of it, but tbf he's like... Always extremely prominent when the group all sings together so? Kinda balanced I guess given that he's literally always the first voice I notice lol. Actually I wonder why this keeps happening, like? Is it a mixing issue or?? Does he just overpower everyone else's voices this much somehow?? He has a great voice but it's just very curious lol

Overall the event is really cute too! Idk if it's the first time ever that there's a 4 chapter event, but it is my first time seeing it! Now I'm only wishing for Mephisto, Thirteen and Raphael Halloween sprites lol (also for them to be dateble and have songs PLEASE SOLMARE I AM BEGGING YOU)

Also the theme make me think of all the Obey Me monsterfuckers I've seen on here, this one's for y'all!

[blubyub]

Biggest pet peeve for otome games is when they have an objectively interesting premise (seven desdly sins + some other guys want to fuck you) and absolutely WASTE IT on creating some fuckass white boy character designs. GIVE ME A FAT BOY GLUTTONY PLEASEEEEEEE

[rockint765]

please don't eat my walls I need them to hang anime posters

Hmm that SOUNDS like a you problem! OM NOM! Yum yum drywall and brick and such!

Also, we as a society need to stop letting me acquire posters bc the number I have is ABSURD.

[madridfangirl]

Jude in a Suit

(Jude Bellingham blurb)

1.7k words. SMUT.

Summary: What Jude in a suit did to you. Then what you did to him. And then what he did to you.

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. 

Jude was at the Bernabeu, on a sponsor shoot for the club. While you were at his place, enjoying a siesta after a hectic week at work. Sprawled on the couch, Sangria in hand, your comfort show playing on Netflix. Waiting for him to return. The plan was to have an early dinner & crash - his week had been super tiring too. 

You were scrolling through your phone, when THOSE pics dropped.

HIM in a SUIT. Tight fitted back suit.

It disrupted your brain chemistry. And set your body on fire. It didn’t help that you were ovulating.

You had seen him in tight fitted suits before. But this time it hit different. He looked sharper, sexier, bulkier, stronger, more mature. This was a man, not the boy who had arrived from Dortmund last summer. One year at Madrid had turned him into a beast - a physical specimen, a mentality monster, a true-blue footballing legend in the making. 

This was a man who knew he was on top of the world. You couldn’t wait for him to get on top of you. 

‘Come home ASAP. Keep the suit on.’

Jude was intrigued when he saw the message, but the chaos around didn’t let him dwell on it too much. He just wanted to go home, to you.

He had barely gotten out of the car, when you practically ran out of the door and jumped on him. His chauffeur drove away swiftly, while Jude laughed & grabbed you with one arm, holding his bag in the other hand. Your arms and legs wrapped around him in a koala hug.

He effortlessly carried you inside, while you nipped and kissed every inch of skin on his face and neck you could get to. Exhaustion was long forgotten, as he tried to connect the dots of what was getting you so riled up.

But you were desperate. Feverish with need. Ready to combust any second.

‘Bedroom.’

It was an effort to peel your lips away from his skin long enough to utter this. But then you saw his charming toothy grin, which turned you on even more.

‘I’m sweaty & dirty.’

‘Good. Now move.’

You bit his lips. Hard. Not the gentle tugging he was accustomed to. But actual harsh digging of teeth into plump skin. Showing him you meant business. That time was not to be wasted.

He understood, swatted your ass in acknowledgement, and carried you upstairs to your shared bedroom.

Once inside, you took charge. Again something he wasn’t used to.

Pushing him to the middle of the room, you started undressing him. Ripping off his perfectly tailored coat, battling with the buttons of his skin-tight shirt, tugging at his tie harshly. But when he tried to do the same, you batted his hands away.

He cocked his head sideways, looking at you curiously, while you jostled with his belt buckle.

‘What’s gotten into you?

‘What’s important is what NEEDS TO GET INTO ME. YOU. But you aren’t moving FAST ENOUGH. Now sit.’

Amused, he sat down on the edge of the bed, still sizing you up. While you got rid of his trousers, shoes and socks. Leaving him in his black briefs. The bulge starting to show.

Jude had understood it was gonna be a different kind of a night. It was unchartered territory for both to see you so bold & forthright. He licked his freshly bitten lips at what was to come. But, he was also an eternal opportunist and knew when to pounce.

‘What do I get if I do as you say?’

‘Ummm SEX???’

‘Yeah - but your way.’

‘Fine. What do you want?’

‘You know what I want.’

‘NOT THAT.’

He wanted you to swallow, something you had been holding out on.

‘How about the other thing, then?

He wanted a sex tape, had been yapping about it for a while. 

‘Maybe. If you be a good boy now & play your cards right.’

His dick shot up at the words, struggling against his briefs, a movement both sets of eyes followed. No further verbal affirmation was needed.

‘Lie down.’

Obeying in bed was new for him. Especially with you. It had always been him tossing & bossing you around. Manhandling & manoeuvring you to his liking. But he decided to comply, for the sake of his prize. And for a new experience, which was starting to become thrilling.

You looked around for something to restrain him with, settling on his discarded tie. As you tried to tie both his hands together to the headboard, he chimed in with a helpful suggestion.

‘Belt will give a tighter grip.’

‘It will hurt.’

‘It won’t.’

But you didn’t want to take a chance, going with the tie instead. You tugged at the knot, satisfied. Then looked down at his almost naked, tied-down form. 

Jude had always been sexy, the sexiest man you had ever laid eyes on. But lying down like this, all obedient and pliant and inviting, ready to do your bidding, with a tentative smile & semi-anxious eyes, made you want to eat him whole. 

Stripping down to your undergarments, you sat on his waist, legs on either side of him, as your hands ran over his bare torso, admiring the rock-hard muscles. To him, you looked like a lioness on the prowl, sizing up her prey, before devouring it. He couldn’t wait to be devoured, itching for it now.

You pinched his perky nipples, hard, then bent down to suck on them ferociously. He hissed, as you repeated the action over & over, gazing into his eyes. Making him wonder if that’s how you felt the zillion times he had assaulted your tits like that. It was pleasurable, but it also made him super sensitive, almost sore, as he squirmed under your wet mouth.

With one final tug & flick, you let him go, moving to bite his flexing biceps. Leaving teeth marks all over. But tomorrow was an off day for him, and you. Enough time to recover. His team-mates won’t see the marks in the shower or in the sleeveless jerseys he was so fond of.

You slid down, tasting his abs now, licking the sweaty tight skin, tracing the dips and curves with your tongue. He was all hard muscle there, no fat. Your fingers played with his belly button, another trademark Jude move on you, and his back arched, feeling ticklish and needy now. 

Cupping him over his briefs, you stretched up to somehow find his lips in a sloppy kiss, while your hand slipped inside, finding him more than ready, his resulting grunt drowning in your mouth. 

‘Get on with it. Stop teasing now.’

Jude didn’t even need to look at you to know what you were doing. He had the habit of making you come on his fingers or mouth first, to open you up, before fucking you proper with his dick. You were returning the favour, stroking him vigorously, making him whine.

‘Please, not like this. Inside, please.’

You bit your lips seductively, batting your lashes at him, hand unwavering.

Removing the briefs, you took the leaking tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. Your hand continuing to stroke the base. He arched his back and nearly leaped off the bed.

Your mouth moved to his meaty tree-trunk like thighs, grabbing hold of a mouthful of tight skin, biting down with abandon. Marking your territory. Revelling in the purple patches that were starting to form on his taut skin.

He twisted & turned on the bed, as you went back to lick the length of his member.

‘Please, baby. I love you. So much. Inside, my love.’

The bastard. He knew you would yield with this. And you did.

But also coz you really wanted to. Waiting to get him hard a second time was not an option, you could feel your own need soaking up your panties.

Ridding yourself of the remaining clothing, you started to slide down on him, hands planted behind on his thighs for balance. Jude moaned filthily, thankful for the familiar wet heat, squeezing him deliciously.

You rode him like your life depended on it, following your pleasure, learning from his moans too. Nails digging into his thighs and abs as you shifted balance, grinding on him, taking him deep, trying to find that spot which he usually found in only a few strokes.

‘Let me.’

You shook your head, this was going to be your thing. But no matter how much you tried and how good he felt inside, you knew he could do it better. Take you higher & deeper. Make you scream your lungs out.

‘C’monn doll, let me give you what you need, yeah?’

He knew your body, what made you tick, better than your own self. How, you had no clue. 

The moment you nodded, he pulled his hands away from the so-called hold, sitting up in bed, pinning both your hands behind you with one of his palms, while the other grabbed your ass.

You stared dumbfounded. Of course the grip was too meek for him. Of course he was just playing along for your sake. 

But you couldn’t dwell much on that since his mouth had found your chest, taking out all pent up need on your tits. The familiar sting unlocking mind-numbing sensations in you, like he knew it would.

His hips, thighs and one hand worked together to bounce you like a rag doll on him, and just like that, in a few seconds, he made you cry out by hitting your sweet spot. He hit it repeatedly, and your head spun, your body shuddered, your eyes watered, and your lips gasped his name. Your marauded fucked-out state and your clenching walls drawing him closer too.

You nearly came together, him a few seconds after you, but as always, he kept stroking sloppily, till every drop was safely inside, while you shuddered and shattered in his arms, on his cock.

You threw your head back and he slowly pulled out, laying you on your back, hovering over your spent form.

’10 minutes. Then my turn. And I’ll show you how a belt doesn’t hurt.’

He whispered in your ear, then slid away to find his DSLR, an extra skip in his step.

..............................................................................................

This man has ruined my life! I am not ok!

[servingrobin]

I would like to see the Monster Trio lose a bet with the Reader in which he dominates him (I can see Sanji and Luffy being easy) but Zoro? Good luck, he would give in but not for long because he can't not dominate for a long time

You’re so right 😂 Zoro would not give up control for anything but let’s see

Sanji Luffy Zoro

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader, deepthroating, teasing, creampie, belly bulge

✨ requests open ✨

Sanji

- easiest of the three to give in

- You’d made a bet on something silly and when you said your potential prize he’d had a nosebleed

- you were 90% sure Sanji gave up on purpose, all dramatic sighs and “I guess you’ll have to be in charge… oh no what a shame…”

- I’d say on your bed like an eager little puppy, already stripped down to his underwear

- You can only giggle at him and push him back, tying his wrists to the bedposts with silks to stop him moving

- Sanji is enraptured, staring at you with pure adoration as he obeys your every word

- You spend hours teasing him, licking long euphoric stripes from his balls to the top of his cock

- Sanji is weeping for you, begging for more

- You decline, continuing your devilish torture of kitten licks and suckles, waiting until he was sobbing to pop his head in your mouth

- You suck at him like a demon, pulling every groan and grunt you can from the man

- His hips are bucking up into your mouth and he is begging to release

- “Please mon amour, please let me cum, I’ll be good for you…”

- You let go of his cock with a lewd pop and crawl up his body

- “You’re such a good boy for me Sanji, just a little more…”

- He cries out as you sink down on him fully, pussy lips rubbing against his pubic bone as his tip brushes your cervix

- This boy is a babbling mess by the time your finished and pleading for more bets to lose

Luffy

- You made a bet about food, who was going to eat the most in a set time when they finally stopped at a restaurant for the first time in months ( I fully hc Luffy having an S/O as addicted to food as he is)

- And Luffy is ravenous always so fully assumed he would win

- He could not comprehend quite how many dumplings you would eat in one sitting

- So Luffy held his hands up in defeat and put himself at your mercy

- He was leaned against you on the bed, his back against your chest

- He was a good sport for the most part, patiently letting you paw, scratch and bite your way around his body

- He mewled adorably when you circled his nipples with your tongue, and let out a keen when your hand snaked around to pump his already rock hard dick

- Luffy lasted until you flipped him over and sat on his cock, facing away from him as you rode him like a cowboy at the rodeo

- You stopped every time you felt him pulsing close, and he made it through about four of these stops before giving in

- He grabbed your legs and bent them up near your shoulders, your hands automatically moving to hold yourself steady as he pretzeled you into his favourite position

- Luffy barrelled into you at top speed, rocketing his hips up and down off the bed

- His own arms stretched and contorted to hold you in place

- “Yer Captain’s good girl ain’t ya mama? Just can’t keep my hands off ya…” He’s mumbling in your ear the whole time, sweet “I love ya”s and “such a tight cunt…” groaned out alongside.

- Luffy filled you full, his heavy balls emptying and clenching with a roar, the teasing you had put him through building up a load that bulged your tummy ever so slightly

Zoro

- let’s be real here folks:this man will not go easy

- You make a bet on something stupid, and unfortunately for Zoro, Sanji is soooo happy to help you win

- So it’s now a combo of sore loser and rather jealous

- You make your conditions clear and set him up on the bed, using his bandana to blindfold him as you hold his wrists above his head

- Zoro groans out low as you lick your way down his abs, tongue dipping sensually across the V of his pelvis

- You caress his balls and suckle on the tip of his cock, bringing it to full glaring red attention

- Zoro moans throughout and is happy enough stabbing up with his hips to penetrate your mouth deeper

- You hold down his hips to stop him and that’s when Zoro decides enough is enough

- Without a care for the blindfold he grabs you by the hair, pushing you down the full length of his cock until the tip hits the back of your throat

- You gag and whine around him, saliva dripping around you as tears form in your eyes

- Zoro ignores your pleas and fucks up into your mouth for a few minutes, obsessed with the obscene sounds of your gagging slurps

- He finally removes the blindfold to look at you and grunts at the sight of your messy face, mascara running, dribble in strings around the base of his cock where your mouth stretched

- Zoro doesn’t waste time flipping you over and fucking you into oblivion

- “Silly little slut, you think I’d let you take charge? You’re too good a little whore for me Princess, let me take care of you…” each word punctuated with a violent thrust of his hips

[what-big-teeth]

Avatar of Lust (Asmodeus)

Monsterlover!MC is gender neutral.

[ Part 1 (intro) ; Part 2 (Lucifer) ; Part 3 (Mammon) ; Part 4 (Leviathan) ; Part 5 (Satan) ]

Please note this is an 18+ blog; do not follow if you’re younger than 18.

Living a normal life as a human had its ups and downs, stress included. So suddenly being spirited away to the Devildom as an exchange student didn’t help your stress levels. At all.

Lucifer as the eldest tried to use strict rules to help you adjust with mixed results. Mammon, the chaotic greed-driven demon he is, wasn’t much help although he tried. Levi…was Levi, but adopting the hermetic lifestyle wasn’t doable. Books and cats could only do so much in the face of uncertainty (sorry Satan). And your body could only handle so much sleep and food at a time, unlike the twins.

Without a solution, your sleep schedule suffered and the issue started to chip away at your grades. Before you could even think of how to phrase your apology to Lucifer, he suddenly stopped you in the hallway of the massive House of Lamentation one night.

“It seems your relocation to the Devildom is affecting your ability to concentrate. An…oversight…which Lord Diavolo has not yet noticed.”

(You silently wondered how much it pained him to admit that.)

“After my brothers offered their suggestions, I decided one of them may be able to help.” And that’s how the routine of visiting Asmo before bedtime started.

Face creams, skin scrubs, moisturizing masks; the number of beauty products Asmo gushed about made your head spin.

But once he and you were able to settle onto a simple yet effective nighttime routine, it became a comfort. It was something you looked forward to, a process you controlled. And you’d be lying if the gentle scents of camomile, lavender, and ylang-ylang didn’t calm you. 

So every night, without fail, you’d knock on Asmo’s bedroom door and be whisked inside for a mini pampering session before bedtime. And at the end, Asmo would provide a platonic “good night” cuddle. 

But tonight, his door remained firmly closed after you knocked.

“Asmo? Are you there?” When you received no response, you pressed your ear against the white, lacquered door.

The sound from inside was faint and watery. Yet unmistakable. The sharp hiss afterward cut you to the core. “Asmo, are you alright? Have you been crying?”

A sniffle. “Oh, hello darling.” His muffled voice, devoid of its usual playfulness, barely reached your ears. “I was certain that silence charm would work, but…”

But you both knew demonic magic didn’t affect you normally like other humans.

“Asmo, are you hurt? Did something happen last night at the Fall?”

No lower-ranking demon could ever measure up to the fifth lord of hell. But as you soon came to learn, because of your humanity and soul, they’d still try. Even die in the attempt. If only for a chance to get at you.

“C-can you let me in?” The growing knot in your throat grew tighter, heavier. “I need to make sure you’re alright.”

“…You always worry about others instead of yourself. That isn’t good for your health or your skin, dear.”

You giggled at his gentle chiding, your ears making out a light sigh from him and a sharp click. The door’s lock. “You can come inside…but I don’t expect you to stay.”

You turned the knob without hesitation and went in. A heavy humidity slammed into your face, dampening your skin and pajamas. A quick glance confirmed his massive tub was filled to the brim with steaming, scented water. Chamomile to be exact. You ignored the stickiness clinging to your skin. 

Asmo sat in his massive bed, horns present with his perfect skin blotchy and his eyes rimmed with red. The sight almost drew your attention from the chelicerae framing his lips. His arms and torso were bare, leaving his large, bat-like wings visible but his lower half…

A pair of large, pink grasping pincers protruded from his hips. Eight, long legs of the same color rested at his side as a segmented tail tipped with a black stinger lay flat and curled behind him. 

The gradation of color from his scorpion half to his human torso blended perfectly in a seamless, gorgeous way. While you tried to notice more, a sharp hiss diverted your attention. You reached out, hands at the ready. He gently took yours in his, being careful of his black claws.

“You’re not scared? Careful, darling, or  you’ll make me swoon~! But then, that wouldn’t be so bad—!”

Asmo hissed, his body tensing. The keratin of his left pincer had cracked without warning. But his hold on you remained impossibly gentle. 

“But maybe not now,” he eked out with a strained smile.

“What can I do to help?” 

Asmo’s flushed face deepened as his mouth opened and closed a few times. As cute as he was speechless, you tucked the sight away for another time.

“I’m just molting, darling, nothing serious. I should be done in about four hours or so.”

“But it hurts, right?” You gently squeezed his hands, claws be damned. “Have your brothers helped you before? Stayed with you?” 

The fifth born took in your words, what you hoped he saw as want in your expression. His chelicerae clicked softly as he glanced away. 

“They haven’t. I never wanted anyone to see me…”

“Not looking like ‘The Jewel of the Heavens’?” That was two times you’ve left Asmo speechless; a new personal record. You giggled, moving your hands to cup his face.

“Oh Asmo, everyone has their off days. Some more than others.” You tilted your head a little to the side to refer to yourself, feeling glad when he caught on. “You’ve been there for me when I needed help getting used to the Devildom. So let me be here for you, if you’re okay with that.”

His features wavered and nearly crumpled altogether, but he steadied himself by placing his hands onto yours. Then he truly smiled.

“You should be careful, dear. I may find a way to keep you here all to myself.”

“Knowing Lucifer, he’d find out sooner than later and have a fit,” you said, rolling your eyes. “So you’d better make the most of these next few hours, Romeo.”

Three for three; you were on a roll! And was that a light blush, too? Happy to have the last word during your banter, you grinned at the fifth born. “So, what can I do to help?”

The molting process, as you learned, left Asmo drained of energy. This affected his other bodily sensations like hunger and thirst, making them non-existent. The only thing he needed now was constant warmth, humidity, and time (“and you as well, darling~”).

So you took up the responsibility of ensuring he was comfortable. That the bathtub was filled and scented perfectly, that the temperature in his room was just right. There were a few moments where he’d quietly inch his hand towards your, which you gently took. And every time, he’d glance away with a little smile.

Four hours later, the process was done. With a new softened shell that had yet to harden, Asmo could barely keep his eyes open or his head from drooping. Knowing how keen he was to stick to his skincare routine, you stepped into his bathroom and gathered everything you needed. 

You weren’t surprised when he drifted to sleep during the process, reclined against a huge mountain of plush, soft pillows at his back. And with his face cleaned and his skin moisturized, he looked much healthier. Thank goodness. 

Not wanting to disturb his rest, you started scooting off his bed. But a soft touch to the back of your hand stopped you.

“Stay? Please?”

Those shy words were more than enough to convince you. With your hands still joined, that’s how you ended up spending the night in Asmo’s room.

Which he was all too happy to croon about the next day. 

The tension during Saturday’s breakfast steadily built to a crescendo as Asmo fawned over you and sat as close as possible. He nuzzled his dewy cheek against yours with bright, almost lovestruck eyes. 

“…And the dear didn’t want to leave my side! They had to tend to their own needs a few times, of course, but they came rushing back immediately after! My own personal knight-in-shining armor!”

Even Beel was losing steam while chewing his food. He looked ill. With a familiar twinkle in his eyes, Asmo looped his arms around your shoulders with a coquettish smile.

“Well,” he said, “my knight in very appealing nightwear.”

All hell broke loose. 

The others began swearing up a storm, screeching about unfairness, chastising Asmo, all while Beel painfully swallowed his previous bite. Asmo deftly dodged the cow-printed pillow hurled at him with deadly precision. You were pretty sure Belphie would’ve used a chair instead if Lucifer weren’t present. 

Still, the fifth born carried you away from the chaotic fray in his arms bridal-style, blocking your view and appearing oh so very pleased. 

“I’m their first man! Me, ya hear?!” “Mammon, I will personally rip out your throat if you don’t shut up!” “Oh yeah? Try it you little—”

“Asmo, you bastard! …Why couldn’t it have been me?!” “...I can’t believe I’m not as hungry as before.” “You’d better sleep with one eye open from now on motherf—“

“THAT’S IT!” A defining crash, the splintering of wood. Then silence. From the sound of things, Satan got to use a dining room chair first. 

“…Mammmooonnn…”

And missed his intended target. 

You were certain the others would do what they could to learn more about last night. But you wouldn’t say anything; neither would Asmo.

And if he happened to hug you closer before unfurling his wings while you snuggled closer…

Well, that was between the two of you and nobody else.

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Fandoms: [Anime: Baki, Hakuouki, Inuyasha, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, Mayoiga, Monster, Naruto, Shaman King, Yu Yu Hakusho]; [Manga/Webcomics: Killing Stalking, Crows/Worst (Takahashi Hiroshi), Suicide Boy, JTHM]; [Games: Hogwarts Legacy (or Harry Potter), Obey me!, Legend of Zelda: BotW + TotK, Silent Hill, Call of Duty, Baldur’s Gate 3]; [Misc: Alien (& Predator), Horror Movies, Creepypasta, Star Trek: TOS]

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This is a little preview of my new series and yes, bunnies, this is a whole series from me. I hope everyone is ready for an erotic dystopia?

Decadent dystopian erotica with majestic dragons - second teaser for today

Glass House Ateez x reader

Everything changed in an instant. 

The king was dead, and thousands of dragons took to the burning skies. The old world was over, and a 'new age' was in the making—an age of gods and monsters. 

A thousand years ago, the fires of revolution blazed across the face of the world. Dragons—the creatures of ancient legends and children's fairy tales—reduced the once prosperous world to ashes in a matter of minutes. Rivers of black blood coursed through the veins of the streets, flooding the cities and lands in their wake. The sky was a blaze of purple flames and electric shocks. The church was reduced to rubble, and the royal family was executed in a public display. In the eyes of the dead, the unspoken horror in front of these majestic creatures remained forever, and in the sparks of the flames, they shimmered like precious sea stones. 

There was a bitter smell of burning flesh and ash in the air. It was the smell of dreams on fire—the smell of a future in decay. 

It was the beginning of the end of ancient life. The beginning of a new world. The Age of Immortality has begun. 

All the legends turned out to be true; dragons did exist. They had always lived close to us, lurking in the velvety darkness of the night, waiting for the hour. Waiting for the hour to come when the power would be in their hands. Dangerous, unbridled, wild creatures of magic and the elements, predators at the top of the food chain. They had come into the world to rule, not to obey, and now, at long last, their time had come. 

The world was at anarchy. Dragons were killing, raping, and enslaving races and lands as if it were an amusing child's game. They drank blood as black as the night from golden bowls, and they ate our succulent flesh as our bones cracked under the pressure of their razor-sharp teeth. They would hold orgies in the midst of the torn corpses and revel in their omnipotence. Those were the days of darkness. A time of terror, when the very word danger was a synonym for life itself. And so it went for several years, until the ultimate power fell into the clutches of the deadly Children of the Night, the oldest of all dragons. 

The majestic Hala. 

Eternal as the moon itself and deadly as the uncharted depths of the ocean, they inspired burning terror in all who encountered them. To their people, they were nothing more than a myth, a legend written on fragments of tablets. Forefathers, ancestors—they had hundreds of names, but each one inspired more fear than the last. They were predators among predators, bristling with animal dominance and primal, unbridled sexuality. They exuded power and sinfulness. They were the ones who defined the rules and set the boundaries of what was permissible. 

With the arrival of Hala, a new phase in the history of the world began. 

Humanity was enslaved, and dragons became the dominant species. As the years went by, the human population began to decline rapidly, with fewer and fewer humans, until "our" species reached the status of gatherers. Angelicus Nova, or Angel Stars, was what we came to be called. Human existence took on a strange religious orientation; we were worshipped, idolized, and adored, but despite all this, humans remained nothing more than a rare exchangeable currency, nothing more than an expensive trinket that was prestigious to own and could be broken with a flick of the wrist. 

The human being also became one of the ways in which money flowed endlessly. These institutions were known as "glass houses." Gateway to heaven. They would be the equivalent of strip clubs or luxury escort houses if you and I were in the old world. The rules were the same: "Look, but don't touch." Girls and boys were expensive pieces of family jewelry that rested under the glass of fancy display cases. Our masters showed us off to the greedy eyes of the world with all the pride and ostentation that dragons have. 

In spite of their possessive, animalistic nature, dragons were nothing more than swaggering bastards with inflated egos and delusions of grandeur.

Humans could be anything as long as dragons owned us—a muse, an innamorata, a nymph, an angel, a siren, or even a goddess—but like everything else in the universe, we came at a price. 

The 'glass houses' were only in operation at night. During the day, all the 'jewels' rested and tidied up after tiring hours of contemplation of the world through the bluish glass of the display window. Nice, obliging workers in starched white collars were busy with the cleaning, scrubbing the baroque decorations of the vetrines with great care from a mixture of sperm, drool, and other secretions. You looked at it with an almost reverent awe, finding it disgusting to the point of bordering on the pornographically beautiful. 

You could see it as real art—crude and original, but art nonetheless. There was something particularly mesmerizing about it, almost hypnotic, about the way the thick, pearly sperm dripped slowly from the golden flowers. 

Of all the glass houses that ever existed, "Eros" was the most beautiful. It was the jewel in the crown of the New Empire, and you were its goddess. There were rumors that the Hala themselves were customers of 'Eros'. But rumors were only rumors. If they were ever to visit your 'home', you would know about it, for they would be where all men ended up—at your feet. 

You were content with the life that you were living. There was no tragedy and no misery, no abusive family or abusive peers, no bullying and harassment at school—no, you had it all great. You were born here at Eros—the growth and blossoming of a beautiful flower. Your whole life has been within the confines of glass rooms and silk sheets, but unlike your dreamy friends, you weren't in need of rescue. 

Your name is Aphrodite. Born in the radiance of the Creator. A goddess among goddesses, carved out of marble and mother of pearl. Your hair falls to the ground in waterfalls of pearls and silk. Your eyes are the eerie silvery moonlight in half-darkness, the deadly attraction of jewels in velvet lashes. Your lips are the succulent, juicy, forbidden fruit that every man would like to taste. The pain of your kiss is going to be the last pleasure of life. 

You are not a delicate, pure lily; you are not a passionate, fiery rose; you are a narcissus reveling in the crystal of mountain waters. You love yourself to pain, to death, to despair, and in all the New Empire, there was none more beautiful than you. 

Original sin. The primordial beauty. You are desire in all it manifests and begins to manifest. 

The naked goddess, clad in snow-white fur like armor, is the goddess of love and ecstasy. 

You've never been conceptualized; you've always been enigmatic. 

You have been the object of worship. Your beauty has been sung in songs, and your love has been professed in a thousand languages. "Eros" was the site of visits from the mightiest and most powerful dragons of the New Empire. They all crawled at your feet, stroking their thick, greased with their cum cocks, greedily as they burned your skin with their golden gaze. They licked the deceptively thin glass of your display case with their long, sometimes split tongues, leaving muddy streaks on the perfect surface of the glass. The mighty and great dragons, unaccustomed to humiliation and submission, urinated like bitches in heat at the mere sight of your bare shoulders and long neck covered with diamond serpents, their eyes shining like stars in the twilight of your silken chambers. They would drip their sperm onto the icy marble floor until it collected in small, glistening puddles, and then they would lick it up as if it were the sweetest nectar in the world. Ambrosia in the truest sense. 

Behind the glass walls of Eros, they were dominators, predators, and the rulers of this world through fear and pain, but here in this garden of Eros, they were nothing more than whores—shameless and needy. Slaves to your beauty, desperate to please you. 

Their moans are always a delight to you. The moaning of your name. 

The scenarios have been repeated to the point of being painful. Sugar-sweet subs with outstretched tongues and pretty, tear-stained faces. Dominant alphas with sweat-glistening skin and eyes rolling with pleasure.

Dragons fucked other dragons; orgies and bacchanals were staged; they were subjugated and subdued. They growled, moaned, squealed, and purred; some were fucked like a port slut, and some were licked for hours until they passed out from hyperstimulation. Some masturbated in front of your window, enjoying the fact that you were there to watch them, and there were others who would spend their heat and ruts in front of your window. 

The list could go on and on: bondage, darkphilia, breeding, voyeurism, humiliation, objectification, and breathing games.

You were saturated with this game. 

There were so many ways in which you could spend your evenings in the company of others. It was all designed to excite you, to make you beg, and to make you plead. Each of your visitors secretly hoped that one day you would strip off your luxurious furs and assume the position that was right for them—submissive, naked, and ready to accept whatever it was they were giving you. 

It was an act of power; it was a position of strength, but here you were the strength. You were power. 

No one would ever have the temerity to lay a hand on you. Goddesses are always untouchable.

You entertained yourselves by teasing them, mocking them, and fanning their flames of desire and passion. Dragons are creatures that are very dependent on their emotions and their desires; they feed on their power and their magic, but when they do not get what they want, it burns them from the inside; it breaks and crumbles them, like a cookie that has been bitten.

It was delicious, but you were full. Thank you, next.

You never denied that you were a sadist; you had a taste for pain; maybe it was a kind of revenge for the destruction of your family; maybe not. They came to you for that feeling; the dragons wanted to be punished and tamed, and the feeling of pain made them cum harder. As they say, Orgasm is a little death.

You could play this game for hours on end, letting the fur expose your boobs and pressing it against the cold glass as you went. It was magnificent—tall and plump, as if it had been milked with milk—with pink nipples the color of magnolia blossoms. There was something animalistically seductive about it—an appeal to their natural reproductive instincts—that evil thought of possible pregnancy. Their whimpering made you laugh, and the sounds they made were so sweet—desperate pleas and long, long moans.

"Let me taste you; I want it so much. I was a good boy, such a good boy."

There were other days when you would let your hands run over the bare skin of your thighs, leaving long red streaks that stood in erotic contrast to the silk of your pale skin. You smeared the clear, shimmering liquid of your juices along the line of your neck, in that most exciting place for dragons, where their teeth locked in a mating mark, as if branding their mate in the most perverse of affiliations.

"Tell me I belong to you; please say it. I'll do anything you don't want. Own me, use me; I want to be your toy.".

Sometimes other girls would be brought into your shop window to put on an erotic show. Exquisite nymphs and rosy-cheeked Lolitas would explore your tender skin with their soft, wet tongues, leaving traces of hungry kisses, until at last their lips would close on the most intimate spot between your thighs.

On days like this, the whole of 'Eros' would shake with furious, jealous growls and thunderclaps. Dragons were terrible possessive, and even though the "scene" itself would excite the hell out of them, the jealousy would burn through their veins from the inside out, like a deadly poison.

"You belong to me, and only to me. You are mine, mine and mine alone. I will tear this girl apart, and we will fuck in her blood until there are no more conscious thoughts left in your pretty little head, until you remember nothing but my name.".

But no matter what their words were to you, you didn't have a care in the world. Nobody would dare touch the goddess, and if they tried, they would not only lose their hands but also get killed.

That was the law of the New Empire—all the people who were left were protected and sheltered in an incredible way. There were very few of you, and if there had been any harm to even one of you, it would have been a real tragedy.   Only once has there been a breach of that law, and the consequences have been terrible. No one wants a repeat.

In any case, your life in the Garden of Eros was a pleasure. Maybe it was some kind of perverse way of looking at the world and love, but you didn't have any desire to change anything; everything was great.

Have you ever wondered if there might be another version of you out there? Perhaps, somewhere in a parallel universe, humans would still exist as the dominant species, their countries and cities would be prosperous, and you would be living a different life—a normal one. There, in that other universe, that other Aphrodite—no, not Aphrodite—you would have an ordinary name, not a divine one, something cute, something sweet, and always with a hint of shyness. It is probably there that you would have experienced your first love, that you would dream of a prince who would take you off into the sunset, and that "and they lived happily ever after." You would have been embarrassed to talk about sex, and you would have blushed horribly if his fingers had been in your knickers. But you weren't her. And she wasn't you. You don't want to be saved from sinning; you want to become one of them. You want to experience forbidden pleasures. You want to subjugate and dominate.

You're not in need of a prince; you've already had a king, or rather, eight kings. The day will come when everything you have ever dreamed of will come true, even if you haven't met any of the Hala yet.

You want power; you want to sit on a golden throne in a castle high up in the sky, and so it shall be. They say that love is a great strength, but they fail to mention that it is also the greatest weakness. And you, like no one else, know how to use it to your advantage.

This is not a pink fairy tale. There are no rainbow ponies pooping rainbows and eating fairy dust. No, this is a rotten world. It is full of debauchery, violence, and sex. You could say, "Come and rescue me. I'm waiting for  you," but no, you have to rephrase it as "I'm waiting for you to crawl on your knees and lick my heels, and from that moment on, I will own you.".

Yes, that sounds much better.

It's already eight o'clock; time to get ready; you're leaving soon.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the most famous glass house in the New Empire. Tonight we have wet aesthetic cunnilingus as our main course, and for dessert, a mind-blowing orgasm. You have a choice of starters. Drinks are on the house. We accept cash and checks. If you wish, you can leave a tip for one of our "jewels.".

Our hope is that your time at Eros will be an unforgettable experience.