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I would love to have your Obey Me requests/ideas/filthy thoughts to write some lil bits! Send em in. No promises, but I’ve wanted to do some writing lately and none of my WIPs are progressing.
Smut preferred. My squicks and hard no’s are extremely few so feel free to go anon and be freaky about it. Nothing will upset me so worst case I just don’t write it. Be specific if you have an anatomy or pronouns preference for MC or its writer’s choice.
You can check out my longer fanfic on AO3.
I got laid off from my day job! So anyway, I’ve got a lot of free time right now and would LOVE to distract myself with writing some Obey Me mini fics.
Please please give me your prompts and ideas. I will love you forever.
Smut preferred. My squicks and hard no’s are extremely few so feel free to go anon and be freaky about it. Nothing will upset me so worst case I just don’t write it. Be specific if you have an anatomy or pronouns preference for MC or its writer’s choice.
I would love to have your Obey Me requests/ideas/filthy thoughts to write some lil bits! Send em in. No promises, but I’ve wanted to do some writing lately and none of my WIPs are progressing.
Smut preferred. My squicks and hard no’s are extremely few so feel free to go anon and be freaky about it. Nothing will upset me so worst case I just don’t write it. Be specific if you have an anatomy or pronouns preference for MC or its writer’s choice.
You can check out my longer fanfic on AO3.
writing? oh, i’m definitely writing. in my head. during the most inconvenient times. like in the shower or when i’m about to fall asleep. actual typing? no, no, we don’t do that here.
I love your writing so much ❤️❤️❤️
Can you write about perv/ desperate Diavolo?
I feel like with him being a prince he gets to have everything but not MC in a way? If that makes sense. Like they are always with the brothers or he is busy.
Something along those lines would be great 😊
You dont have to do this if u don’t want to 🫶🫰🏾
Thank you so very much!! Very happy to take this request ehee.
There were times that Diavolo hated being royalty. He hated his position and what it meant he could or couldn’t do. He hated the obligation and the workload. Hated the front he had to put up all the time. But most of all he hated the fact that it so often kept him from you.
It drove him mad when he had to decline invitations from you for official business, or cut your visits short, or not even see you for days at a time as he made his way through endless amounts of paperwork. If he could even just see you, even a little, it would help.
He knew it was wrong, of course, and that if you ever found out you would probably hate him. But he couldn’t stop himself once he got the idea.
I love your writing so much ❤️❤️❤️
Can you write about perv/ desperate Diavolo?
I feel like with him being a prince he gets to have everything but not MC in a way? If that makes sense. Like they are always with the brothers or he is busy.
Something along those lines would be great 😊
You dont have to do this if u don’t want to 🫶🫰🏾
Thank you so very much!! Very happy to take this request ehee.
There were times that Diavolo hated being royalty. He hated his position and what it meant he could or couldn’t do. He hated the obligation and the workload. Hated the front he had to put up all the time. But most of all he hated the fact that it so often kept him from you.
It drove him mad when he had to decline invitations from you for official business, or cut your visits short, or not even see you for days at a time as he made his way through endless amounts of paperwork. If he could even just see you, even a little, it would help.
He knew it was wrong, of course, and that if you ever found out you would probably hate him. But he couldn’t stop himself once he got the idea.
I would love to have your Obey Me requests/ideas/filthy thoughts to write some lil bits! Send em in. No promises, but I’ve wanted to do some writing lately and none of my WIPs are progressing.
Smut preferred. My squicks and hard no’s are extremely few so feel free to go anon and be freaky about it. Nothing will upset me so worst case I just don’t write it. Be specific if you have an anatomy or pronouns preference for MC or its writer’s choice.
You can check out my longer fanfic on AO3.
Hi! I liked your recent Lucifer drabble and popped in to see if you were someone I want to follow. The answer was yes, and in fact I think I already do on Ao3! Lessons in Demonic Anatomy is probably my fave smut fic like... ever. I also saw you're requesting... uh... requests? So I figured I'd offer one up. How about some form of accidental voyeurism with MCxBarbatos? Either one of them somehow in a situation hidden but nearby while the other masturbates, or a third party in a similar situation while the pair is being intimate. It's a favourite trope. 0 pressure, though! Have fun, be well, eat something tasty.
Ahhhhh thank you so much! I'm so glad that one seems to have a lil something for everyone haha. I also enjoy a little voyeurism, and our favourite demon butler, so I hope you'll like this!
Obey Me drabble requests remain open! Hit me with your filthiest ideas!
You were spending the night at the Demon Lord’s castle. It wasn’t unusual for you to do so, and even had a designated guest room. You, Dia, and Barbatos had watched movies and eaten snacks late into the night and everyone agreed it had been a wonderful time before going your separate ways to turn in for the night.
But, even after the multiple times you had stayed in that room, it was so easy to get turned around in all the hallways that looked the same and the rows upon rows of doors.
You had just wanted to visit the kitchen and bring a glass of water with you back to your room, that was it.
You rounded a corner, sure you were nearly at the kitchen, and instead you were back at the theatre room, the door ajar and a light flickering inside.
You reached your hand out to push it open but stopped abruptly when a voice moaned out, “Ahh, yesss.”
You quietly stumbled backward a step, your bare feet silent on the cold, stone floor. Just what was happening in there?
Early Nightbringer Satan throws a violent tantrum at the castle that that doesn't endanger Diavolo exactly, but puts him in a bad position. Diavolo smiles and waves it off like always, but Barbatos, lurking unseen as a good butler does, is displeased with this pattern of consequence-free chaos.
Satan is ungrateful for the pardon and already revving to get mad about something else, when he finds himself trapped in a room that ends in Barbatos. Satan is punished and broken a bit using Barbatos's tail (whether spanked or something more severe) and limps away with a little more fear than rage for once
Ahaaaa I love Barbatos. I especially loved a barely hinged Barbatos. Thank you very much for this fun prompt!
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Barbatos had had enough. Satan was an incredibly young demon, and one whose birth had been difficult, but that didn’t mean he could do as he pleased. And tonight, such a performance while the Young Master hosted important dignitaries, it was shameful at best.
The Young Master had brushed Satan’s behaviour aside, as he had done many times already, but Barbatos could no longer abide.
He sat tall in his favourite chair in his special room in the castle’s dungeon. Soundproof. Remote. Well equipped.
Thinking about Levi being a heinous little pervert. Taking creep shots of you. Stealing your worn clothes. Licking your used silverware. He thinks he’s sneaky, but you’re just not stopping him. You want to know how far he’ll go.
How will he fall through the gap between bumbling otaku, too worked up to even speak to you and depraved deviant willing to risk everything. Will he stumble? Snap?
It doesn’t take too long.
Asleep in his room after a long night of gaming. You leave yourself vulnerable with him. Reminding him you trust him. Let him feel how disgusting he is to betray that trust.
You wake up to him breathing heavily. Keep your eyes closed. Pretend to still be sleeping. You can tell he’s kneeling next to you. Looming over you.
You listen to him jerk himself off. Hitched little sounds in his throat and the smell of cock and desperation.
You wait. Wait until he’s whining quietly and his hand is speeding up. You mumble out his name.
He swears as his cum splatters onto your face. A panicked gasp. Muttered denial. There’s no explaining this one away.
You open your eyes to his look of pure, delicious horror. Oh Levi, what have you done? He’s all yours now. Time to teach a pervert how to behave.
Hi! I liked your recent Lucifer drabble and popped in to see if you were someone I want to follow. The answer was yes, and in fact I think I already do on Ao3! Lessons in Demonic Anatomy is probably my fave smut fic like... ever. I also saw you're requesting... uh... requests? So I figured I'd offer one up. How about some form of accidental voyeurism with MCxBarbatos? Either one of them somehow in a situation hidden but nearby while the other masturbates, or a third party in a similar situation while the pair is being intimate. It's a favourite trope. 0 pressure, though! Have fun, be well, eat something tasty.
Ahhhhh thank you so much! I'm so glad that one seems to have a lil something for everyone haha. I also enjoy a little voyeurism, and our favourite demon butler, so I hope you'll like this!
Obey Me drabble requests remain open! Hit me with your filthiest ideas!
You were spending the night at the Demon Lord’s castle. It wasn’t unusual for you to do so, and even had a designated guest room. You, Dia, and Barbatos had watched movies and eaten snacks late into the night and everyone agreed it had been a wonderful time before going your separate ways to turn in for the night.
But, even after the multiple times you had stayed in that room, it was so easy to get turned around in all the hallways that looked the same and the rows upon rows of doors.
You had just wanted to visit the kitchen and bring a glass of water with you back to your room, that was it.
You rounded a corner, sure you were nearly at the kitchen, and instead you were back at the theatre room, the door ajar and a light flickering inside.
You reached your hand out to push it open but stopped abruptly when a voice moaned out, “Ahh, yesss.”
You quietly stumbled backward a step, your bare feet silent on the cold, stone floor. Just what was happening in there?
Anything Beelzebub would be highly appreciated and cherished 🧎🏻♀️➡️
The thing about Beel’s sin was that it wasn’t hunger. It was gluttony. His endless appetite extended to everything he enjoyed and of course that included you. There was no amount of you that would ever be enough for him.
He wanted to see you, feel you, taste you every moment he could. And when he couldn’t? His longing for you was physically painful. But, of course, Beel tried to hold himself back as much as possible. He didn’t want to hurt you. Didn’t want to make you think that you caused him suffering in any way. But still, you knew.
It wasn’t realistic to be by his side 24/7, you both knew that, so, you started leaving presents. Little bits of you he could use to tide himself over. Your favourite candies stuffed in his pockets. Love notes. Pictures. Texts. Innocent things at first. But, it wasn’t enough. You could see hunger still growing in Beel’s eyes.
Thinking about Lucifer drunk on demonus. He rarely lets himself go this far. But now … now his cheeks are flushed, limbs loose, and his lips even more so. He can’t help himself. The way the alcohol makes him spill over. It’s all too much of the truth the way he praises and begs in turn. How much he loves and admires you, how badly he needs you. The things he wants. And wants. And wants. He betrays his pride with this docile and needy side of him.
He unbuttons another button of his collar, the open neck nearly meeting the loose tie at his chest. His blushing face makes him too warm in the cool room. He’d do anything for you. Anything at all. You can see what you do to him, right? He’ll show you. He’ll show you how much he’s yours and how much further he would fall just to land at your feet.
Despite the demonus he’s aching hard. Leaking in his hand as he slumps against the sofa. He murmurs your name between the whines and whimpers burbling up from his throat. He can only think of you now when he does this. Nothing else is good enough. He’s yours completely and he pleads to just hear his name from your mouth. That’s it. Please. Please. It’s all he wants. Just a tiny thing.
And when you give it to him, whispered low against his ear, he bucks and shudders. His moan is deep, rumbling in his chest as he makes a mess of his trouser leg. Wet and telling. And he cries after. You’re never sure if it’s relief or shame or joy or all of them. But he thanks you like you saved his life.
And tomorrow he’ll pretend to have forgotten. The flush on his tear stained face says he never could.
Making a Belphie sandwich with you and Beel.
GN reader/Beel/Belphie. It's twincest plus you!
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“I don’t think you’re trying very hard,” Belphie said, looking down on you from where his chin was perched on Beel’s shoulder. The twins were both naked on Beel’s bed, Belphie wrapped around his brother’s back and watching you intently as you kneeled between Beel’s legs.
You pulled your mouth off Beel’s cock. “I am trying. It’s just hard to adjust. You’re so big, Beel.”
“Sorry,” Beel said with a blush.
“Don’t apologize, Beel,” Belphie said, planting kisses on his brother’s neck, arms wrapping tighter around his chest. “They just need to try harder. Go on. We want to see you take the whole thing.”
