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Something about June sixth….

The One Piece vibes are strong with this event!

MC: I’m gonna be King/Queen/Ruler of the Pirates!!!

Recently I’ve been having trouble opening the Obey Me! app to play. I can’t get passed the opening screen without the game freezing and shutting itself down. Gotta loveAndroids

Somehow though, ya girl got to play a little bit of the Three-Legged-Crow event and I saw this precious cinnamon birb-

And then I got to this bit right here:

This low-key kind of confirms my theory that I made here about Karasu being beloved by the inhabitants of the Devildom.

Resident Best Birb Boi ™️ Karasu is so popular and loved, that this birb became an entire tycoon and is living the high life.

Nobody opposed the idea of a crow being a whole ass tycoon, much less a successful one at that and I love to see Karasu be acknowledged a little more by the Obey Me! team.

Happy [late] Valentine’s Day everyone! I got inspiration for this post from my own relationship with my boyfriend. We don’t have real “pet names,” but we do call each other headass/faceass so… ????? I guess this might still count as one? Hope you enjoy!

Obey Me! Boys React to MC Affectionately Calling Them Headass/Faceass

Lucifer

• “Hey, don’t worry about it. I just came to check in on you, you overworked headass.”
• …what
• What did you just call him?
• Last time he checked, calling someone a headass was an insult
• This man is so confused, he put his pen down
• “…Come again, MC?”
• “Huh? I just came in to check on you. But since you’re busy and I can tell you’re about to give me the whole ”‘MC I’m fine’“ spiel, I’ll see myself out. Love you, and get some sleep this time!”
• He was so confused he just watched you leave with a smile on your face as if what you said was normal
• What did he do wrong? Had he done something that bothered you without him realizing it? Did he say something to you that hurt you? If so, when did these events take place
• Only when he finally breaks free from his overthinking, he texts Mammon to get his advise
• Lucifer never thought he’d see another day when he would ask Mammon for advise
• Once Mammon responded to his text that the term is meant to be an insult, however in some cases it can be used in a teasing manner.
• He guessed the MC was “usin’ it to be funny or teasin’ ya”
• Though, not a lot of people use it to be romantic

So, does that mean I’m off the hook and can have Goldie back?

• Read, 2:28 a.m.
• Oh, you’re in for it now, MC

Mammon

• You two were hanging out in his room, planning a pyramid scheme
• Karasu, Mammon’s pet crow, was also there to put his own two cents in
• “Instead of paying taxes like good eggs, give your tax money to me,” Karasu states
• “Excuse you, bird-brain?! What makes you think you’ll get even a cent? A Grimm, even?!”
• Cue a literal squabble amongst birb bois
• You can’t help but laugh and say:
• “Mammon, you headass! I love you though.”
• Mammon needs a system reboot
• Congrats, Karasu thought his demon master was dead
• Mammon just looks at you and blushes redder than Lucifer’s eyes, but then quickly retorts:
• “Oh yeah? Well you’re a faceass, MC! Butistillloveyatoo”
• You both just laugh and blush together, Karasu and the pyramid scheme both forgotten

Leviathan

• Somehow, someway, you convinced Levi to take you to Scotland after he told you the truth behind the human myth of the Loch Ness Monster
• Levi didn’t want to go back, he was so embarrassed he was spotted, and even more so when he had to retreat
• How can he EVER go back to Scotland after suffering so much humiliation and shame?!
• But, Levi loves you enough to travel with you to help him come to terms with his past
• “Levi, you mauled people back in the what, 7th Century? 6th, 8th?”
• “B-b-but they were taunting me! They actually recognized me as a demon! I couldn’t let anyone who saw me live…”
• “Jeez, Levi, it’s the 21st Century. All three Realms are changing and evolving! You have to let go and let Go- I mean Diavolo. Let go and let Diavolo.”
• “I’d rather watch Koko’s Strage Journey with you and cuddle, but fine.”
• “We can do that later, headass. Your mental and emotional health is what matters to me most.”
• He wanted to retort, but he knew you were right.
• He doesn’t mind the name
• Just know that he’ll tell you how you reminded him of one of his favorite characters who acts all cool and a bit mean on the outside but actually is really caring on the way back to the Devildom

Satan

• Reacts like an old man just like Lucifer
• Were you joking with him?
• Were you flirting and wanted him to react as such?
• What in the 9th Circle of Devildom did you just call him?
• Satan’s too old to try to keep up with modern day human slang…he feels himself losing brain cells
• He’s come to the conclusion to study up even more on recent psychology and sociology textbooks from the human realm
• He needed to confide in his partner- in-crime, Satan’s own Watson to complete his Holmes: Belphie
• “Hey Belphie, MC just called me a "headass.”
• Belphie laughed so hard he went to sleep faster than an old Microsoft Windows XP desktop shutting down
• [Insert shut down sound here]
• It wasn’t until you called him a faceass later that day with a playful smile and a laugh threatening to come out, does he realize what’s going on
• Satan’s gonna get you back

Asmodeus

• Ohohoho~
• MC’s feisty and playful!
• You have no idea what you do to this demon
• Then again, yes you do… kinda
• Asmo doesn’t care what you call him, so long as he knows he’s loved, appreciated, and respected by you and there’s no malice behind the teasing
• The more you call him a headass or a faceass with your sweet laugh and the sparkle in your eyes, the more he just wants to push you up against the wall and-

Beelzebub

• You, Beel, and Belphie were hanging out in the attic
• Beel was pretty tired of watching old Devildom comedy sitcoms, and he wanted to know of any “old but gold” human realm comedy sitcoms
• You told Beel (and belphie, after waking him up to hang out with the two of you) about Roseanne, and that your favorite character was Roseanne’s daughter, Darlene
• Beel loves Dan, and Belphie can’t help but like Darlene as well
• Before the three of you know it, you take the remote and start up the second episode of season two
• You and Beel are sure Belphie’s deadasleep
• Beel is kind of grateful that his little brother is asleep because he gets to spend more time with you
• “Hey MC?”
• ???
• “What if you and I wind up like Roseanne’s family?”
• “What about it? I’d love to have a family with you, Beel, and live long enough to see you turn into a headass like Dan.”
• Beel almost stopped mid-chew of an entire bag of jellybeans
• All he did was look at you and smile, mouth full of jellybeans
• “I wouldn’t have it any other way, faceass.”

Belphegor

• Belphie invited you out stargazing
• After a while of talking and joking around, it slipped out your mouth
• You meant it in a joking way, but you weren’t sure if you took it too far as he wasn’t laughing with you anymore
• “Oh no, I’m so sorry Belphie! I didn’t want to call you something cliché like "babe, hun, bae, love… But i-i-if you don’t want me to call you that it’s totally fine!”
• Belphie just stares at you as you stutter out an apology
• Poor cow boy doesn’t know what’s going on because he actually fell asleep and didn’t want to tell the truth to you
• He did hear himself being called a faceass
• “Hey, MC no it’s fine. You don’t need to apologize. I’m with you on that cliché bit. Besides, do you know how many people we can confuse and watch them drift into madness?”
• You’re so happy you just hug him
• “You fell asleep on me”
• “MC, n-”
• “You’re such a faceass, but I love you.”

Happy New Year + Long Update!

Happy New Year everyone! I can’t apologize enough for being M.I.A. for more than six months. Like everyone else in the world 2021 wasn’t nice to anyone. 2021 decided to claim four close family members and my paternal grandmother during the first week of the new year.

Trying to help my maternal grandmother battle depression and anxiety caused by nearly back-to-back deaths in the family has been understandably taking a major emotional and mental toll on myself and my immediate family, especially on my grandmother. Trying to battle my grandmother’s depression, anxiety, and her stress levels along with my own has been emotionally and mentally taxing to say the least.

I’ve been spending more time with my family in the country (where Internetdoesn’t exist) doing my best to be “okay” for them and myself. I’ve accepted all the deaths in my family, but please understand healing takes time and I needed that time away in order to heal.

Enough with my depressing news, time to hear some-

Good News + Small Victories

• I graduated college in August
• Met my long-lost older sister, her mom, and my niece for the first time
• My cat Charlie is still a headass but in good health
• The humor, love, and strength in my house is back to normal
• Finally got my hands on the Switch OLED
• Got a new professional part-time job

That’s dope, but what does this mean for content?

Good question- not sure yet. Seeing as how I hadn’t opened Obey Me! since God knows how long until this past weekend, I’ve gotta brush up on the main story and somehow get past Lesson 33-11 to catch up with the story. This may take a while as my broke 5-months-fresh-out-of-college ass with looming student debt ready to 360 no scope me any moment now is not paying real money in-game to level up my cards.

However! I will try my very best to learn more about these new characters coming out(!), while also expanding my knowledge and lore of the story and the original main cast. Until I catch up, I guess I’ll try keeping up with Karasu because OMG BIRB BOI GOT LOVE WHILE I WAS GONE THANKS-!

Maybe add some of his interactions with Cerberus and Lotan and the rest of the brothers? Maybe?? Or use some of my real-life experiences as prompts for the Obey Me! cast??? Maybe???? How many more times am I gonna ask maybe????? I don’t know, but please feel free to suggest what you think I should try! Or if you need someone to talk to about anything, feel free to swing by sometime. I’ll do my best to get back to you as soon as I possibly can!

As always, thank you for your support and patience! Life is hard for everyone right now, and I hope to make someone out here smile, laugh, or just get away from it all for just a moment. To give you your moment of crack zen is why I’m here. Thanks for reading to the end of this vent + planning session and stay safe everyone!

Obey Me! New Datables as Black Twitter Memes I Found on Google:

Part 2 of Obey Me as Black Twitter Memes HEREcuz Tumblr’s 10 images limit is dumb

Diavolo:

Barbatos:

Simeon:

Luke:

(Y'all can’t tell me Luke WOULDN’T be accidentally savage to people, sorry not changing my mind.)

Solomon:

Also Solomon:

Bonus MC:

Obey Me Brothers as Black Twitter Memes I Found on Google

Best shit posts always come when you can’t sleep at 3-4 a.m. Thems the brakes, folks.

Lucifer:

Mammon:

Levi:

Satan:

Asmo:

Beel:

Belphie:

I’ll post the New Datables in another post, since Tumblr told me I couldn’t fit all the memes.

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve played Obey Me! because of school and preparing to graduate from college, so I needed to go through some lessons to remind me of what’s going on. When I got to THIS moment-

I had forgotten how Lucifer literally implied “I brought you into this world, and I can take you out,” like a Black mom and I was just over here like:

Didn’t know I was witnessing a crime scene and a funeral at the same time for a SECOND time, gotdamn

When Levi’s VA Satoshi Kada did the last Otaku FM podcast by himself and expressed how lonely he was, I just felt the strong need to hug him like-

And now I just have so much MORE respect for all the voice actors, especially Satoshi Kada’s character Leviathan that words cannot describe. When I first started playing Obey Me!, it was initially for shits and giggles but now it’s turned into something I’m genuinely invested in thanks to the VA’s. In short, to save you guys from reading a post that was meant to be a meme that turned into something totally different, and to keep myself from rambling, the VAs are absolutely cool people that are just overall amazing and talented. I hope the team for Obey Me! spoils tf outta all of them. I truly enjoyed all the podcast episodes and hope they can continue with them for as long as they please.

Ya know, if I didn’t know the context, my mind would’ve been GONE

Me last night after finishing the Valentine’s Day Event, without being able to kiss any of the demon brothers:

I just hope the next updates in the story will FINALLY let you choose who you want to date/ and go through everyone’s routes (minus Luke, cuz obvious reasons) because what’s the point in calling it a dating sim when there’s no actual dating?

Kinktober 2021, Day 10

As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)

It didn’t occur to me until I actually set to write this, what parallels it has (prompt wise and character-wise) from last year. Last year, Diavolo was featured in the ‘Sex Demon’ prompt, which, while different from this prompt, is a funny coincidence.

Summary
On a restless night, sometimes a walk and some more intimate exercise are just what one needs to get to sleep.

Tags/Warnings
Demon Sex, Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Oneshot, Prompt, Reader-Insert, Semi-Public Sex, Shameless Smut, Vaginal Sex

Kinktober 2021, 10: Demon Sex
(Reader x Diavolo | Obey Me!)

It was in the evening, long after dinner, at a time when you likely should have been fast asleep in bed. Yet you hadn’t been able to sleep, and that inability had kept your bedfellow awake as well. You were grateful Diavolo seemed concerned rather than irritated by your unintentionally keeping him awake, too. He had even asked what he could do to help. Nothing had come to you. Feeling restless, you had tentatively suggested taking a walk, whether in the courtyard or through the halls.

And so you had ended up following along at Diavolo’s side as you casually strode down the myriad castle hallways. Diavolo now and then would stop and point out some painting or artifact you had yet to see, somehow, and tell you a bit about their history or where they had come from. Besides that, the silence that followed after you was peaceful, comforting almost with him at your side.

Many doors flanked the halls, some ornate and flashy, others plain and simple. Most were closed, denying you a peek inside the rooms they bordered. Coming down another hallway, though, a more gaudy, decorative door caught your eye. This one was most of the way open, allowing you a glimpse inside the room beyond. You paused, and it took a second for Diavolo to stop, too, once he realized you were no longer next to him.

The room from where you stood was half-lit, soft lights mounted on the walls casting it with a warm glow. Drapes and decorative pillars lined the open but comparatively small room, and a large shape looked off near the back. Forgetting yourself, you took several steps toward the door, eager for a closer look. As you approached, you could make out that the large shape in the back was an ostentatious marble throne, the reliefs and designs chiseled into it vaguely visible even in the half-light from where you gawked.

“Oh, do you see something interesting in there?” Diavolo’s voice drifted to you curiously, voice increasing as he turned and moved back to your side, peering into the room with you.

His voice brought you out of your curiosity, and you flushed, feeling a bit sheepish once you realized how odd you must have looked standing there and staring into some random open doorway.

“Uh, something like that,” you answered uncertainly.

You were interested in the room, you knew that, but you were unsure whether Diavolo would find that sudden, random interest strange or prying. You wanted to take a closer look at that throne, that you knew with certainty. “Can we go in and sit for a little bit?” you asked, hoping your request wasn’t out of line.

There was a brief pause where Diavolo blinked innocently at you as if processing your request before a cheerful laugh rumbled through him. “If that’s what you’d like,” he obliged, taking your hand in his.

Your face burned hotter, the embarrassment growing despite realizing Diavolo’s laughter was merely amused, as warm and friendly as always, rather than meant to be mocking or cruel. You shook your head softly, bidding the burning in your cheeks to cool.

Diavolo led you gently past the door and into the room, slowly, letting you take in what had to have been some kind of private throne room. You noted the pillars, too, were beautifully engraved with sweeping designs that encompassed their entire surface. Moving through the room further, you saw the throne sat up a low raised dais, a little higher than you had at first thought. It looked rather massive up so much closer, but given the size of Diavolo - and likely previous demon princes and kings - it wasn’t a huge surprise.

Diavolo was the first to sit down, briefly releasing your hand as he plopped down casually into the throne. He leaned back languidly, seeming much at home in the seat of power, knees spread apart carelessly and one arm resting on the side. He offered you a hand, an open invitation to join him that you took without hesitation. You let him pull you toward the throne, turning to settle yourself on its seat between his legs. With a sigh, you relaxed, back pressed to his torso and chest.

For a time, you allowed your eyes to close and enjoyed the new peace, hoping maybe some of the drowsiness that had thus far eluded you might come. Yet it didn’t, despite Diavolo wrapping his arms around you and making you feel even more warm and comfortable. His warmth and the steady sound of breathing were soothing, but not enough, just as they hadn’t been enough before in bed.

An idea struck you suddenly, your eyes snapping open, and you cast them down to your lap. You weren’t sure what had provoked the idea, but that didn’t matter. It had nothing to do with your desire for sleep either. Where it had come from, you were sorely tempted to act on it the more you thought on the idea.

“Is something troubling you?” Diavolo’s voice tore you from your thoughts, and your head popped up so you could meet his expression of concern.

You blushed hotly again, faced with admitting the lewd idea that had come to mind. If Diavolo hadn’t seen the pensive look on your face, you could have just dismissed the thought after juggling it for a while. But he would see through you again if you lied and dismissed it to his face.

“Maybe it’s asking too much, but…” you let the words hang in the air, shifting and turning until you sat on your knees on the edge of the throne’s seat. You lay a hand over the crotch of Diavolo’s pants, applying a ginger pressure there. “Could I ask you to indulgeme? Here, I mean.”

Diavolo’s concerned melted away into a wide grin, and relief washed over you at the fact he didn’t seem put off by your latest ask. “You’re very bold today,” he teased, raising a hand to tenderly take your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

His hand fell from your face, moving to grab and lif you, re-situating himself and settling you back to straddle his lap. You splayed one hand to the side, and the other in front of you, balancing yourself with the aid of the throne’s arm and Diavolo’s chest.

“If I’m being bold, then, can I ask for one more thing?” you pressed, leaning in to ask your next question more quietly. “Can I have your true form?”

That Diavolo would give in to your first request at all was arousing, but the thought of him doing so in his more demonic form was even more alluring. Unlike your initial ask, though, it was one you knew would excite the demon prince as well.

A deep, pleased hum rolled through Diavolo’s chest, and in the next instant, his image shimmered and wavered, the air charged with energy for a split second. When all was clear again, and the magic had settled, Diavolo looked back at you, grinning just as wide, but accented by all the demonic elements that made him look so much more regal - and enticing.

His hands skated to your waist, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, his thumbs rubbing light circles. On the edge of your vision, his wings stretched outward from behind him, curling forward and inward, until they surrounded you in a shroud that made things a bit more private feeling. Turning your attention from the embrace of his wings to his face, you saw Diavolo waiting almost expectantly - excitedly - for you.

Taking the initiative, you moved your other hand to his chest, too, and leaned forward. He met you part way, and your lips came together, the kiss immediately hot and unchaste. You wriggled more into his lap, until you were pressed totally flush against him, already feeling the erection beneath his pants rising to meet you. Another satisfied hum escaped him, muffled into your lips.

You rolled your hips into his, receiving an answering buck, and a sweep of his tongue over your bottom lip. When your lips parted to invite him inside, his grip on your waist tightened, the tips of his tapered nails scraping lightly against your skin. You squirmed at the sensation, the motion only rubbing you against him more and encouraging the newly sparked heat mounting between you.

As your tongue twined with his, and the kiss grew gradually more sloppy and passionate, you found your patience quickly waning. You craved more than hungry kisses and dry humping. With eager hands, you reached for the low waistband of his pants and guided them down. His cock sprung free, even more eager than your fingers, a sight that made your stomach flutter and your cunt clench in anticipation.

Diavolo returned the favor, not bothering to break the kiss when his hands dipped beneath your pants and started to drag them down. Rising up and shifting your weight from knee to knee, you couldn’t help Diavolo pry them off fast enough, discarding them promptly at the foot of the throne and returning to your previous position. You pushed back into the kiss and pressed yourself desperately against him, the hard, naked length of him so close to your bare pussy making a wet heat pool between your thighs.

Keenly aware of your need, Diavolo wasted little time once you were comfortable in his lap again. Large hands wrapped around your waist again, lifting and moving you until the thick head of him teased your slick lips. A needy moan broke from you, muffled by Diavolo’s mouth, and he rolled his hips forward, filling you with his cock completely in one hard, gratifying stroke. Your head tipped back, another low noise coming out as you relished the new sense of fullness.

Diavolo took the opportunity to lean forward, teeth and tongue attacking the column of your throat sensually, leaving a multitude of soft love bites there. Steadying your hands on his shoulders, you lifted your hips up, groaning, before bringing them back down to indulge in the delightful, hot ache all over again. You repeated the motion as Diavolo continued to pepper your skin with kisses and bites, a series of hums, groans, and grunts spilling from his lips in complement to your own sounds.

Before long, you settled into a steady, raw rhythm, each move of your hips up filling you with a craving for more of his cock, while each thrust down stoked a heat in your belly. Diavolo was content to grant you reign over the pace you rode him, delighted to meet you each time you sank back onto him. As time went on, though, and the silken heat of your cunt pushed him further, it was more difficult to allow you to lead completely.

He sat back, taking in the sight of you riding him so ardently, and of the darkening marks on your neck where he had gotten carried away, and even the expression on your face as you chased release. He groaned deeply, leaning his head forward again only to bury it in your shoulder, the tips of his gilded horns catching on your shirt collar.

The building sensation, like a spring of hot liquid metal in your gut, was so tense, so close to snapping, that it was almost maddening. It refused to snap though, no matter how desperate you rode Diavolo, lingering just before the peak of bliss. As if tuned into your frustration, Diavolo reached a hand between your bodies, carefully moving between your legs to rub tight circles on your clit.

Your back stiffened, and you rocked your hips more frantically, the tension hanging on by a thread, You bit down on your lip as the sensation came to a breaking point, intending to stifle whatever noise came next. But when the coil finally burst, there was no stopping the bawdy cries that came with it. You abandoned your hold on one of Diavolo’s shoulders in favor of grabbing at one of his horns, bowing your head until your nose touched the top of his, still grinding and bucking against him.

When Diavolo came, not much longer afterward on the tail end of your climax, there was no effort by him to quiet his voice. Even with your orgasm wearing down, the sound he made as he came was enough to make your gut flutter and heat anew, and your walls squeezed around him again, as if they hadn’t yet had enough of him.

Even as your mind sobered up once the bliss had left you, Diavolo still sheathed inside you, his head tucked against your shoulder, you realized you were uncertain whether you hadactually had enough of him yet, at least in the sense that you might finally be able to sleep or not.

Kinktober 2021, Day 4

(As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)

This is another one that probably could have been longer, and I’m not 100% sure if it fits the prompt as planned. I’m hoping it’s still likable though, all things considered!

Summary
Sometimes things don’t go quite as planned. When Reader’s plans to spend the day with Barbatos are interrupted, they try to get their way, even if it means getting in the way of work.

Tags/Warnings
Blindfolds, Bondage. Creampie, Gags, Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Oneshot, Prompt, Reader-Insert, Shameless Smut, Vaginal Sex

Kinktober 2021, 04: Brat Taming (Reader x Barbatos | Obey Me!)

You had gone to visit Barbatos that day expecting to spend some quality time with him, having finally arranged a day when he wasn’t swamped tending to the needs of the prince and the castle. Shortly after arriving, abuzz with excitement to finally have some alone time with him, Barbatos had received news that an impromptu celebration was being held the next evening - meaning whatever spare time he left to him was suddenly gone.

The news had made you cross to hear, knowing that Barbatos would be required in the kitchens on such short notice, though you had tried to hide your discomfort. To your credit, you thought you had done an admirable job when all a part of you really wanted to do was protest how unfair the latest arrangement was. But Barbatos was dutiful to a fault, and directly fussing over things would do little good.

Instead, you took the opposite route, and offered your help, thinking perhaps additional hands involved in the chore might lend it to be completed more swiftly. Unfortunately, you had vastly underestimated just how much work needed to be, as well as how much patience you had for it. The first couple hours of work had gone on well enough, but it seemed to be unending. You found yourself tiring of the tedious tasks, internally groaning at the work left before you still. Briefly, you wondered if the assignment was actually some curse neither of you was quite aware of, but you quickly dismissed the absurd thought.

You paused in the middle of stirring a bowl of ingredients, glancing out of the corner of your eyes to Barbatos busily plowing through each new culinary task, little phasing him. He was the picture of efficiency and focus, and the kitchen air was heavy with the various smells of seasonings and sweet flavorings, and citrus courtesy of his efforts. You watched him work as inconspicuously as possible for a moment, a new idea slowly coming to you. An idea that was farmore alluring, though one admittedly much less productive than the task at hand.

Turning your attention half-heartedly to the bowl in front of you, returning to stirring, you finished it and pushed it aside. You searched for a proper excuse for the scheme you were hatching, finding it in a multitude of bottles and jars of ingredients for some of the next things on Barbatos’ long list of to-make recipes. Resuming the guise of a hard-working assistant eager to assist with the prepping and cooking, you moved to gather more ingredients and dishes, brushing purposefully close to Barbatos as you went by. You leaned forward to gather a bottle or two, reaching around him and feigning a hint of clumsiness that led to stray touches.

Lights taps and pats on his shoulders and arms played off as helping you balance. Strokes on his waist or hip, daring to creep a little lower. All manner of touches that seemed innocent enough. But you knew, or rather hoped, that it might distract Barbatos and broach his focus,  and potentially lure him away from his chore. He remained just as unphased as before, though, hardly giving you a second look, save to courteously steady you or to make a polite quip to be a bit more careful.

After several unsuccessful attempts, you frowned at your lack of progress. Though you weren’t to be put off so easily and moved onto your next plan of action without lingering on the thought too long. You stood closer while you worked on your latest project, mashing an assortment of ingredients and fragrant herbs into a mortar beside Barbatos. Still grinding the contents, you subtly slipped your spare hand down, reaching more brazenly for Barbatos’ thigh. Your fingers brushed the cloth of his pants, creeping inward more slowly.

Barbatos cleared his throat pointed, his only acknowledgment of your attempt before he caught your hand by the wrist, pulling it gently away before you could properly feel him up as you had planned. You pouted again, further frustrated by his determination to ignore you. You still weren’t done yet, though. You tried the same thing, making the motion less obvious, more alike to an accidental slip. But even then, Barbatos dismissed your wandering hands, stopping only to speak for a moment, but not to address your meddling in the way you had hoped.

The look on his face was sterner than before, a hint of warning to stem your interruptions and focus. “Now isn’t the time. There’s far too much work to be done.”

You met his words and stern expression with a stare of your own, though one much more petulant. You silently huffed, fuming and pouting further, staring down into the muddled mass in the mortar. While you considered your options next, you went back to actively helping prepare batters and sauces, and icings. Barbatos moved away several times, pausing to place unbaked cakes and pastries into the large ovens or put assembled treats away to chill until the next day.

At some point, he returned to the counters with a platter of golden brown pastries assembled in an orderly pile. It was obviously one that had set for some time already, the tops of the stacks already topped with stiff peaks of colorful whipped frosting. As Barbatos turned away to resume work, a new scheme sprung into your head, prompted by the confections set out before you.

For much of the work before, Barbatos had only stopped to give you more than passing attention - or at least you had thought - to offer advice, or give you instructions. At last, though, he looked toward you, recognizing how you looked when you were truly onto some new plan. Barbatos had kept a careful amount of his attention dedicated to you, though you hadn’t yet realized.

He was good at feeling out when you had a mind to try and cause trouble or to grab his attention, whatever the situation. He had known as well that once you started, you weren’t going to give up easily, even if it meant acting rather childishly in your determination. He recognized the look on your face as you eyed the decorated pastries. When you glanced over, checking if he was paying you any mind, he knew you were about the act up again.

Sure enough, you set down your current tool, reaching your newly free hand in the direction of the pastries. The sharp, sudden mention of your name though made you flinch and halt with your arm outstretched.

“Haven’t you misbehaved enough for one evening?” Barbatos said evenly. The words had still startled you, even though you had been aware you had more of his attention than before.

Your nostrils flared, and you blew out an angry huff, recognizing the tone of Barbatos’ voice and debating your next move. Should you behave and drop it for the night? No, that wasn’t an option. You had to push your luck, challenge him. Your irritation demanded nothing less.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have to misbehave if you’d pay me more attention in the first place,” you snapped back in defiance. You turned back to the pastries from before, thrusting a finger toward the large pile of frosting on the pastries’ peaks arranged in an ornate pattern.

“I know you understand those for tomorrow,” Barbatos continued, his voice still even, but more warning, accompanied by another commanding call of your name.

“Well, maybe I don’t want to keep waiting,” you snapped, though it was quite clear it wasn’t sweet treats you were being impatient about.

You looked at Barbatos markedly, turning and dipping your finger into the frosting and scooping out a section, ruining part of the decoration. Looking back, you raised the coated finger to your lips. His gloved hand caught your wrist again, more firmly than before, and when his eyes locked with yours, his glare was piercing and cool. You suppressed a shudder but refused to break or back down.

“That’s enough,” he declared sternly.

What he did next was in stark contrast to the tone of his voice. He didn’t release your hand immediately, instead tipping your frosting coated finger toward him and sucking it into his mouth. His tongue rolled hotly over your digit, cleaning the sticky, cloyingly sweet icing from it. Your brows shot up, and another shiver threatened to creep down your spine while you swallowed hard. You had gotten the attention you had so petulantly been trying to achieve from Barbatos, but at the same time, it had shattered your resolve.

That attention was lingering, though, a taste to quiet and rattle you.

“I think it’s time you retired for the night,” Barbatos decided after pulling your finger from his mouth and letting your wrist free, foregoing any more contact with you and leaving you wanting, stirred up from that one action alone. Yet, there was something mischievous, almost dangerous in his tone, something that rang familiar. “You will wait up for me. When I am done, we will discuss this. Have I made myself clear?”

You nodded meekly, your streak of mischief shaken and relegated to the back of your mind. “Yes,” you answered quietly. Your mouth felt dry, and a tenseness grew in you, something halfway between anticipation and uncertainty.

“Excuse me?” Barbatos questioned expectantly.

“Yes, sir, perfectly clear,” you added, his words prompting you to remember your ‘manners’.

“Good.”

Barbatos turned back to the counters, leaving no room for further dispute. You saw yourself out of the kitchens, calming your thumping heart down as you went. You flagged down a Little D, requesting aid to return to the guest room you normally stayed in when you came to visit Barbatos or stayed in the castle for any other occasion. You gave your thanks upon reaching the room, closing the door behind you and flopping onto the bed with a frustrated sigh.

You tried to preoccupy yourself for a while thereafter, browsing apps and messages on your DDD, answering friends, and checking in on the demon brothers. It could all only keep your attention for so long, though, and eventually, you drifted off to sleep from boredom with the device at your side.

—

You weren’t sure how long you had slept when the soft click of the bedroom door awoke you. You glanced blearily to the door, just able to make out Barbatos’ silhouette against the darkness of the room. Though the outline of him was difficult to see, he was hard to miss in other ways. As he approached the bed, the ominous glow of his eyes, casting his face in a sickly green pallor, was the most noticeable feature.

You jolted up on the bed, recalling Barbatos’ instructions to wait up for him. But it was too late - Barbatos had already seen you sprawled out asleep on the bed, disobeying him once more. Passingly, you noted you hadn’t been the one to turn the lights off in the bedroom.

The bed sank with Barbatos’ weight when he reached the foot of it. He poised himself over you on his hands and knees, and you instinctively sank back against the sheets. As he leaned down, something cool, thick, and scaly curled purposefully around one of your thighs, teasing slowly further.

“Misbehaving again, already? You’ve been very insolent today. I’ll need to give you a much more thorough lesson this time, won’t I?”

Kinktober 2021, Day 3

(As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)

I read about spooning bondage while making my prompt list, and it sounded like fun to write. So we’ve got that mixed with some thigh-fucking here.

Summary
An evening with Solomon often meant experimentation. Sometimes that meant practicing spells, others that meant getting tied up and teased.

Tags/Warnings
Blindfolds, Bondage. Creampie, Gags, Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Oneshot, Prompt, Reader-Insert, Shameless Smut, Vaginal Sex

Kinktober 2021, 03: Bondage
(Reader x Solomon | Obey Me!)

You paused at the edge of the bed, feeling it brush the back of your legs. You were lucky not to accidentally tumble backward onto the sheets as thoroughly distracted as you were by Solomon’s lips moving against yours and his hand on your waist. Clinging to him as if desperate until the kiss was broken from the need for air, you were left panting and flushed, heart thudding in your chest as you looked into cunning eyes cloud with desire.

You moved to kiss him again, but Solomon didn’t return as expected, much to your dismay. Instead, his fingers danced beneath your clothes, swiftly stripping them away. He tossed most of them into an untidy pile, placing one garment you were almost certain was your panties aside mindfully. With a fleeting look of craving, he pushed you gently, urging you back onto the bed. You fell down onto your back, scooting up the bed and sitting up on your palms to watch the snowy-haired sorcerer.

When your eyes moved to him, Solomon seemed preoccupied, gathering something from beneath the bed. His glance flicked up after a moment of search, meeting your curious stare. “I won’t take long. Can you roll over and wait for me?” he asked nicely.

Pursing your lips and furrowing your brow as you pondered what he had planned, you agreed with a quick nod, flipping over and easing yourself onto the sheets. You waited, enjoying the cool sensation of the bedsheets on your overheated skin. You tried not to think about the slick, pulsing heat between your legs or how pleasant but agitating the brush of the bedding against your pebbled nipples was.

Solomon’s fingers found your arms in a soft, firm grasp, and you nearly jumped. He guided them above your head, laying your cheek flat on the sheets without them to brace yourself with. There was an urge to twist your neck and see just what Solomon was doing, but you ignored it, trusting that whatever he had in mind was nothing to be worried about. You were used to Solomon giving you a surprise here and there, some of them greater than others, but almost all enjoyable, whatever they were.

After your wrists were pulled together, the coarse texture of what you could only assume was some kind of tether or rope coiled around them. The rope was quickly tied, tight, but not enough to chafe or sting unless you struggled dramatically. You wriggled your hands and fingers, testing the bonds curiously.

Solomon moved on, trailing his fingertips teasingly down your skin as he dipped toward your legs. He gathered your ankles next, and the same sensation of coarse ropes wrapped around them, a bit looser than the ones around your wrists. You tested those gingerly, too, finding them comfortable enough as well, and Solomon moved away. When your focus turned from the ropes, you noticed Solomon had come back into line of sight, and you eyed him with continued interest. He bent down, giving you another much quick quicker kiss, and lifting your head up. When the kiss came to an end, he slipped a band over the back of your head and slid an accompanying blindfold down over your eyes.

The blindfold left you in comfortable darkness, resting against the sheets, waiting for whatever came next. With only your ears to rely on then, you listened to Solomon walk around the bed, before feeling him climb onto it from the opposite side. He grabbed you around the waist, carefully coaxing you to roll onto your side so your back faced his chest. When you obliged him, he moved closer, and the heat of his own naked body greeted you. You licked your lips in anticipation, wriggling unconsciously against your ties.

Releasing your waist, Solomon pressed two fingers against your wetted lips, and you took them in, sucking on them for a second before he drew them back. Quick he replaced them with some sort of makeshift gag, a wad of cloth whose texture was suspiciously alike to the panties you had worn. You made a muffled noise of half-hearted protest at what you suspected was his choice of gag but made no attempt to spit it out.

Deciding you were bound well enough, Solomon turned to indulging himself, teasing you in the process. His fingers stroked along your skin again, light and unhurried. Starting at your neck, they swept down your body, pausing at the swell of your chest to grope and squeeze in a way that made you arch your back and moan into your gag. A stifled squeaked to squeeze past your gag when he tweaked your nipples roughly, before moving on again. His lips brushed your ear and jaw, and you could feel a smile on them

He continued, massaging your stomach and waist and hips, before one hand ghosted over the top of your inners thighs, alternating from one to the other, just as light and frustrating on either side. His other hand migrated back up, returning to cup your breast and roll the nipple between his fingertips once more. You squirmed against the ropes, against Solomon’s body, and into his teasing hands, wishing he would touch your boldly.

He chucked behind you, warm breath washing over your cheek. “Eager?” he asked nonchalantly, as if he had no idea what his touch did to you. “You’ll have to hold on a little longer,” he added, the hand on your thighs caressing a little more roughly, closer to their apex for a hopeful instant, before drifting away.

You whined petulantly, the sound almost completely drowned out behind the gag. As much as it frustrated you, Solomon was determined to tease and take things slow, the anticipation only making you feel more turned on as the seconds and touches went on. For a time, his hand crept too far down your thighs for your liking, and you let out another muffled sound expressing your displeasure. Another sharp pinch to one of your tits distracted you from the less than pleasing behavior of his lower hand, and you arched back into him.

When his hand moved back up between your thighs, finally dragging in an agonizingly slow line up your slit, he ground himself against your backside. Before, when you had squirmed and bucked into him, you had felt evidence of Solomon’s arousal. Now, though, he was using his erection as purposely as his fingers, just another tease and torment you with, while eliciting more pleasure for himself at the same time. It left you little way to turn his game in your favor, left only with the option to play along. He added his teeth and tongue, moving from soft kisses on your neck and jaw to sharp nips and sucking marks into your skin. Combined, all the sensations drained away whatever resolve you may have yet held on to. It reduced you to groans, writing needily against the sheets and his body.

You longed for him to stop playing with you, to fill you with something, whether it was a toy or his fingers or cock. You longed to escape your ropes and pin him down to the bed and give him a taste of his own medicine. To tie him up and take your time until he hadn’t a coherent thought left in his head, save for the thought of your body on his. But none of that was up to you, and you were left little time to dwell on what you wanted to do to him while he continued to torment you.

His hips pushed harder against yours, and his cock slipped between your thighs. HE thrust lazily, the heat of his erection brushing your dripping lips. You clenched your hands into fists as Solomon thrust, working into a slow rhythm, each roll of his hips rubbing him against your cunt, but granting you little satisfaction. You wanted to shout, to demand that he just fuck you already, but any attempts to speak only came out as muffled gibberish.

Finally, though, he granted you some form of reprieve when his fingered dipped between your lips, finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles. Your eyes rolled back for a second beneath your blindfold, and you arched into his touch again, chasing the new friction. It wasn’t long before your hips rocked as readily as Solomon’s, and he moaned against your neck. The sound struck you in the gut, adding to the fire mounting from his touch and the teasing rub of his cock.

He bucked harder, faster, and so, too, did you, bent on following the pleasure to its peak and beyond. His hand on your chest switched back and forth, more uncoordinated and less careful as his moans grew in your ear and his breathing hitched. You whimpered, an airy, almost pitiful sound that nearly cut through the gag, dancing just before the point of no return you chased so madly, the feeling coiling hotter and tighter until it all exploded.

When your orgasm swept over you, your cunt clenching frantically around nothing and your hips rocking wildly into Solomon’s fingers, you heard his breathing reach a fever pitch. His cock twitched hard against the lips of your cunt, and he shifted himself urgently, guiding the head of his length to your hole. He thrust up into you, hard and fast, and you cried out into the gag all over again from the intrusion that gave your pussy something to cling to.

He thrust a few more times, still rubbing your clit dutifully, before he stiffened, biting down lightly on your neck. A few more hard rolls of his hips, and he pumped you full of his cum in hot spurts. The sheer obscenity of your muffled groaned mixed with Solomon’s equally primal one sent a shiver through you, even as your orgasm wound down.

Solomon lay still after he had come, his fingers easing to a stop and then pulling away from your clit. He breathed hotly against your neck, his head tucked into the hollow there, his hair tickling your sweat-slick skin. You felt hot, over-sensitive, and sticky, your breathing matches Solomon’s own taxed breaths. He withdrew slowly, and you shuddered again at the sudden emptiness, feeling a trickle of cum seep down your thigh.

He kissed the marks he’d left on your skin, the touch of his hands returning to being light and gentle, soothing skin assaulted beforehand. “You always take my cum so well,” he murmured in your ear in praise, the affectionate lilt of his words starkly contrasting their lewdness. The words elicited another comfortable shiver, and he laughed, kissing your cheek.

Solomon’s hands left you, and the familiar sensation of magic in the air met you. In an instant, the ropes binding your limbs vanished as if into nothing. He likely hadn’t felt like bothering to untie you in the traditional fashion. You laughed weakly at the thought, moving to pull your blindfold off as Solomon withdrew the makeshift gag from your mouth. With a quick glance, you confirmed it had been your underwear as you thought.

Your wrists weren’t completely free just yet, though, and Solomon languidly captured both in a hand. “When’s it your turn to get tied up like that?” you complained playfully, craning your neck to glance back at him.

Solomon smiled, answering you without skipping a beat. “When I’ve had enough of you like this,” he assured you confidently. “And I haven’t had nearly enough yet.”

Mc: “I don’t know how you do that.”

Lucifer: “Do what?”

Mc: “Make everything sound like a threat. That man looked like he was about to piss himself, and all you did was ask him to step aside so that we could get past. Even when I actively tryto sound threatening, no one takes me seriously.”

Lucifer: “That’s because you look and sound, like the human personification of a warm hug.”

Mc: I have good news and bad news.

Lucifer: What’s the good news?

Mc: I won’t do it again.