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Normalize reading your own writing and genuinely liking it and laughing along to your own jokes and swooning at the romance you created. You did good, author. Enjoy it.

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Jam Session

Hobie Brown x GN! Reader | Smut | 2.06k words

Warnings: None, stupid tender.

No specific parts mentioned for reader, established relationship

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The powerful rifts of the guitar solo from one of Hobie’s favorite tracks quickly become a distant sound as you lose yourself in his soft kisses. He moves the guitar he’d been strumming along to the songs on to the side and strong hands come to rest at your hips. He waits until your arms come up to wrap around his shoulders before pulling you into his lap. His thumbs rub circles into the skin that peeks out under the hem of your shirt, making your fingers tangle into his hair as you deepen the kiss.

He runs his tongue across your bottom lip before gently nipping it. He lets out a breathy chuckle before kissing it better. Bumping his nose with yours, he asks, “just kissing tonight or a full set?” 

You let out a groan. You’ve been thinking about getting his hands under your shirt somehow from the moment he played the first chord. It’s a no brainer: “full set please.” Your words come out meek but your lips are back on his with fervor.

Hobie matches your passion but quickly takes over the pace. His hands find their way under your shirt and you can feel him smile against your mouth when you mewl into the kiss. They feel so good pressing into your back, you can’t help but press against them. 

When you break away to pull your shirt off, he takes the chance to lean over and look for something in his side table. He sets it on top and leans back to admire you. His eyes rake over you as he runs his palms on your sides. “Breathtaking as always, love.”

You smile at him and kiss the corner of his mouth. He lets out soft breaths as you kiss along his jaw and make your way down his neck. It’s hard to focus when his hands keep running up and down your back, fingertips just barely tapping along to the melody your lust riddled mind can hardly hear anymore. His rhythm only falters slightly when your teeth graze over his pulse.

Hobie’s large and warm hands come to cup your cheeks so he can pull you away from his neck. He kisses you softly like you hadn’t just been sloppily making out and the shift makes you dizzy. “We’re a bit overdressed aren’t we?” He asks between otherwise chaste kisses. 

You can only nod as you lean into each kiss in an attempt to deepen them. Your hands slide from where they rested at his shoulders, down his chest, and rest on his stomach. You shyly lick at his lips as your fingers sneak under the hem of his fitted top. His muscles flex under your hands as you slowly push his shirt up. You take extra pleasure in the way his body twitches under you when your thumbs brush over the metal bars that pierce his nipples. He separates just enough to finish taking the top off before returning his lips to yours, a hand cupping the back of your head. 

His other hand comes to brush against the front of your clothed crotch. You already know what’s next and the excitement has you grinding forward. He still asks, “ready for the next act, love?”

Your hands are already moving to take off your bottoms and underwear before you answer. He’s already helping you keep your balance as you lift one knee then the other when you say, “yes, I need you so bad Hobie, please.”

“Alright, sweetheart, relax. I’ve got ya. We’re still warming up, don’t get wound up too tight.”

You make a sound that’s a mixture of pleasure at his care and protest of impatience. Your hands are back on his shoulders as you lean in to kiss him. You’re unable to deepen it as you’d hope because Hobie keeps smiling wide at you.

He chuckles heartedly, “you’re so adorable when you’re pouty.” You can feel him still grinning as he kisses his way from the corner of your mouth, down your neck, and across your shoulder. One of his hands returns to idly tap a rhythm up and down your back. 

You’ve stopped hearing the music entirely at this point, mind disoriented with love and desire. You bite your lip to hold back your moans as you grind your hips down on Hobie, desperate for any bit of friction. 

He moves his other hand to rest palm up against your crotch. The nose ring is cool against your skin as he runs his nose across your skin. You only know he said something because the words tickled your skin, but the jolt of pleasure as he pressed his palm upwards didn’t let you process them at all. Your head falls to Hobie’s shoulder as you unabashedly hump against his hand. You hardly register that he’d stopped touching your back as he shifts around. You do, however, register the telltale sound of his lube uncapping and whine into his neck.

He softens his palm so you can regain some semblance of composure as he kisses your cheek and bumps his nose into it. He gets you to lift your head up enough to be able to kiss your lips. The way he can kiss you so soft and tender as a lubed finger circles your hole is nearly enough to make you cum.

The way he horsley whispers “easy baby, we have to start slow” against your lips as it finally dips in and he keeps you from rocking to take it fully might just do it though.

You’re not sure what it is but he always manages to get you worked up. He’s hot, he’s smart, he’s got amazing opinions… anyone would melt but it’s not just that. It’s also how caring he is and how he makes sure you’re always safe and comfortable that sets all your senses ablaze.

That’s why when he’s slowly easing a second lubed finger in while softly kissing your cheeks you’re gripping onto his back tight and mewling. His two fingers are moving effortlessly in you and you’re kissing his neck. “Hobie, can you just fuck me already?”

He kisses the top of your head and says “easy love, everything’s gotta be fine tuned for a good show.” You feel him add more lube to his fingers as he adds a third to make sure you’re properly stretched out for him. He chuckles and kisses you as you bury your head back into his shoulder. He keeps fingering you till there’s nearly no resistance, “okay baby, time for the next act. You want to keep going, or you good here?” 

A less lust drunk you would probably be embarrassed at the speed you reacted. You’re nodding yes and pulling him out his pants eagerly. You take a moment to admire his piercings as you roll the condom on. Your view is brought back to Hobie’s face as he brings your hand back up and cups your cheek. He kisses you with so much love you’re melting into him.

As he kisses you, pouring all his feelings for you into his lips, he takes the chance to finish undressing fully. Once he’s bare, his hands return to caress your back. His cock rests against your prepped hole and you can't help but gently rub against it. Hobie pulls back from your lips and rests his forehead against yours,”you ready, love?”

You let out a hoarse yes and kiss his swollen lips. He takes hold of your hand as he uses the other to guide the head of his cock into you. His eyes haven’t left yours and he keeps watching your face for any possible discomfort even as you move your head to rest on his shoulder. As he lets you gradually sink farther on to him with gentle rocks and the aid of gravity, he gently strokes his thumb along the hand he’s holding. 

He kisses you as you adjust to having his length fully inside. “Doing okay?” he asks, giving some experimental thrusts when you say yes. You brace your hands on his chest and try to bounce a bit yourself. He matches your movements, hands holding onto your hips to help anchor you both.

This lasts a short while, both panting into eachothers air, before his grip tightens on your hips to halt you. “Your knees must be killing you, let’s give ‘em a rest, yeah?” He wraps your arms around his neck and wraps his around your waist. Hobie kisses you deeply, leaning into it so you come to rest on your back. You hadn’t even noticed just how bad your hips and knees were hurting till the relief washes over you. The pleasure from the tension leaving your lower muscles nearly compensates for the empty feeling of Hobie having slipped out of you.

You’re not sure what’s more attractive: how easily Hobie can lift you up or the fact he’s doing so to put a pillow under you. Never did you think you could feel so safe at your most vulnerable but here you are bare and open for him and all you feel is love and care. His glazed over eyes are raking over you and his palms are rubbing your thighs. “What are you thinking about?”

Your eyes meet and he gives you a beautiful smile, “about how lucky I am to be with someone as beautiful as you.” Your breath hitches at the sincerity in his voice and on his face. He smiles wider at how flustered you are and he chuckles when you motion for him to get closer.

It feels amazing to have his body pressed against yours as you kiss. Even more so when his large hand makes its way tenderly down your body, stopping at your groins. He adds a bit more lube and checks that you’re well prepped for the new angle. This time, when you rock against his fingers he doesn’t slow you down, instead, he moves them in different ways to make you moan—playing your sounds of pleasure like you’re his guitar.

When he’s satisfied that you can take him with no discomfort in this angle, he pulls his fingers out. You unabashedly watch him pump himself back to full hardness, biting your lip as you think about how good the piercings are going to feel. He lines himself back up with your entrance and holds your hand. This time he watches as he sinks into you and you can only imagine how it looks as your eyes roll back in pleasure at how it feels. 

It takes less time to adjust and you shortly start rocking and thrusting against each other. It’s deep and rhythmic but never rough. He keeps a constant and steady pace that has you holding onto his hand and gripping onto his back tight. You love how you can feel his voice rumble in his chest against your own as he tells you how good you’re doing and making him feel.

When you tell him you’re close, he brings his free hand between the two of you to rub you as he speeds up so you can finish. Before he can even ask, you hook your legs around his hips so he can’t pull out of you. He makes a sexy noise between a groan and giggle and kisses you. 

You choke out his name as you orgasm, feeling like you’re floating. As you come down from your high you can feel his thrusts stagger as he reaches his own orgasm. The two of you are breathing heavily as Hobie helps you both calm down by gradually slowing his thrusts to a full stop. He doesn’t pull out, instead kissing and gently caressing you until he naturally slips out.

The aftercare is almost the best part of being intimate with Hobie. You’re complimented and kissed as he cleans you up. When he gets up to discard his condom and finish cleaning himself up, he comes back with a glass of water for you. He kisses your head as you take it and gets back in bed with you. He opens his arm for you to tuck yourself into his side and rest your head on his chest. You both drift off to sleep, happy and loved, as Hobie taps the rhythm of your song against you.

#hobie x reader #hobie brown #atsv hobie #hobie brown x reader

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Tender Massage

Reigen x GN!Reader | ~ 1.4K words

This isn’t smut but it still feels like it should be considered nsfw, lmao. 

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Work had managed to be exceptionally stressful this week and left you with no time to spend with your handsome lover. The only reason you made it through was Reigen’s promise of cuddles and binging your favorite shows come your day off. You eagerly open the door to his apartment, wanting nothing more than to slump into his arms and forget all the torment of the past days. 

However, the sight that greeted you once you did was not at all what you expected. Instead of a couch covered in a sea of pillows and blankets, you are instead met with dim candle light and soft music. Confused, you ask him just what exactly he’s up to. A breathtaking smile adorns his face as he takes your hand and kisses it, following it with a kiss to your cheek.

“Little birdie told me my love was in dire need of some relaxation, so I plan on giving them just that.” It's then that he moves, pulling you fully into the apartment and stopping next to a full massage set up—complete with a professional table and caddy full of different oils and lotions. 

You look at him with love filled eyes, “for me?” 

“Of course, all for you my dear.” He kisses your forehead and steps away and towards the caddy where he turns on the defuser that sits next to the salt lamp. “Now, undress and lay face down on the table, I can help you on if you need” there’s no hidden agenda there, no ulterior sexual motive. He speaks, not professionally because his voice is laced with tenderness and love, but it is an honest instruction. You begin to undress and note that he doesn’t even try to peek, instead he busies himself with the settings on the oil warmer before pulling out a warm towel. 

He smiles at you, extending a hand to help you hop on to the table and brushes off your thanks with a soft kiss to your temple. Once settled, he drapes the soft towel over your back and folds it so your torso is exposed. 

You hear the click of a cap opening and jump slightly as the warmness hits your skin. He lets out a breathy laugh before his soft and warm hands spread the oil over you. Your muscles are so tense that the gentle sensation already feels godsent. He moves his slicked hands down your arm before taking your hand in his and rolling it to relax the tendons. He rounds the table and repeats the same actions on the other arm and hand. Once done, he stops in front of you to start the massage proper. From the lil hole your face is pressed into you can only see his legs, and you giggle upon seeing his fuzzy bear slippers. He makes a show of tapping them around just to hear you laugh more before he resumes rubbing his hands down your back. 

He makes broad strokes across the entire expanse of your torso before shortening them to work on more targeted areas. He gently runs his palms on the back of your neck, careful not to get any oil in your hair. He stretches your neck to each side and the relief of pressure is nearly enough to make you black out. He gently digs his thumbs into every vertebrae there till you sigh content. He gives your neck one final smooth over before he moves on, pressing the heels of his palms into your trapezius. He works on both shoulder muscles before giving each side individual attention. He works on the shoulder blade as well and the pain quickly melts into relief. He works this area thoroughly and makes sure there are no knots left behind. 

You’re already feeling like jelly by the time his hands are done pressing and are instead softly soothing the strained muscles. He bends to run his hands up and down the entire expanse of your spine and takes the chance to kiss your head, earning him a groan of appreciation. 

From this position, he begins to work on the knots at your lower back, giving every muscle it’s needed attention. He circles the table so that he can properly work the muscles at the tip of your spine, an action that leaves your legs tingly and numb. Reigen finishes off by once more rubbing his hands across the expanse of your torso. 

His hands gingerly grip the edge of the towel, “would you like me to continue further down?” 

You groan, your mind entirely too relaxed to decide if he means to spice things up or continue onto your hips, and you don’t really mind either way. “Yes, please” you respond low and breathy. 

He kisses your shoulder as he drapes the towel that was at your hips over your back to keep you from getting cold. You hear the cap open again and the warm oil drips over the curves of your butt. His warm palms spread the oil around your cheeks and down to your thighs before moving to dig the heel of one into your glutes while the other presses down on the sides. You feel the pent up tension there melt away as he ensures both sides get adequate attention. 

He takes your leg and rests your foot on his shoulder. In this position, skilled fingers massage the front and back of your thighs simultaneously, truly making you feel like you’re turning into goo. The pleasure of relief continues as he moves down to work your calf. He cups your knee as he moves to flex and extend it. He gently lowers your leg before flexing and extending your ankle and foot. 

You can’t help the moan of mixed pain and pleasure that slips out when he massages the bottom of your foot and his light content chuckles makes heat rise to your cheeks. He repeats the whole process with the other leg and you’re able to stifle the moan a bit better this time around now that you know what to expect. 

Reigen removes the towel from your back and gives your entire body one last pass over. He gives the back of your head a kiss, “okay, that concludes our session.” 

He has a light smile on his face as he helps you sit up. Your hands linger on his and you squeeze them lightly and crane your head up. He looks at you a moment before realizing you’re asking for a kiss. He kisses the side of your mouth but your hands come up to cup his face before he can pull away. You give him a few tender pecks on the lips, “thank you.” 

He laughs and gives you another peck, “you don’t have to thank me, honey, it’s the least I can do.” He squeezes your wrists and kisses your hands as he pulls away. 

You watch as he goes to retrieve a present bag. You feel absolutely spoiled as he hands it to you. “An amazing massage and a present, Ii don't deserve so much.” 

Reigen shakes his head, “you deserve this and much more, love, open it. ”You’re flustered as you open his gift and laugh as you see it’s a pj set that matches his bear one. “So we can match and be cozy when we binge our shows,” he says, sounding like an excited kid. You smile and thank him, pulling him in for a hug. He pats your head and kisses it, “would you like me to help you into it?”

You shake your head, “ I can manage, thank you.” 

He kisses your head again and leaves you to change as he gets to putting his set up away, it all impressively tucks away neatly into a corner. You quickly change, the fuzzy material feels amazing against your thoroughly massaged body. You walk towards Reigen and hug him from behind. 

“Thank you for all this Ara-chan I love you.” you mumble, face pressed into his back.

He pulls your hands up and kisses them, “I love you too, my dear.” He turns in your hold and laces his fingers with yours “now come, we’ve got some anime to catch up on.” 

#reigen x reader #reigen x gn!reader #reigen arataka #mob psycho 100 #mp100

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I am EGREGIOUSLY horny for this man bro oh my GOD (Barbatos, Obey Me)

This is for me so fem-presenting amab reader:P

And finally, for those who do read this- there's just a lot of fucking sex. Raw dogging, some dirty talk, degradation, mirror sex, hair pulling. Etc. Oh, and aftercare!

"Oh gods, don't stop please."

The breath you let out was shakey from the extent of your exertion, but your hips kept pounding away, his hole sucking you in, keeping your dick captive in his tight walls.

"Ha, just like that- keep going please."

Fuck. It was at this moment you knew: you will never get over it. Never get over how cute he is, saying please when asking for your dick like a proper whore.

You tugged his head up by the strands that stuck to his forehead. His eyes met yours in the mirror, and he released an open-mouthed moan that made your eyes flutter and roll back; long and loud and filled with need.

"Tell me how much you like it."

His skin, colored a bright angry red from slapping against yours, dripped sweat by the bullets. The desperate cry he let out as you spoke really made the scene: a broken sob followed by stressed attempts to tell you how good you made him feel.

"Fuckit s-sO! amazing, you're so deep, hon. I want you. I need you. Please. Oh, hell, please fuck me, Beloved."

There is just barely enough restraint left in you to not cum right then and there. Gods, you love it. Love it when he gets all desperate like this, when he loses his composure and can only think about you and what you do to him. You love it. You love him.

"You love having me inside you, right Barbatos?"

You pushed his face into the pillow so he couldn't speak, only his eyes peeking up. Joy filled your being as you watch the way he tried to pour all his feelings, all his words, into a single, tearful gaze.

Fucking his ass from behind, tits bouncing in tune with your strokes, you strove not to break contact with those teary emeralds again. Obsessed is what you are; obsessed with the way they stole your breath and never gave you the chance to catch it again.

Your free hand went first to where his ass stretched around you. Feeling the puffy skin, you chuckled. "Look at how stretched you are for me. Don't you love it, having a dick this size to spread you wide whenever, wherever?"

Muffled moans and a fresh wave of tears was your answer, along with a few weak thrusts to meet you in the middle. His legs had given out long ago, but his body still craved you. Pillows held his ass up for you now.

Next, your hand went to his leaking cock. For a moment you simply held it, a shiver running up your back as you felt it twitch in your hand, watched it spurt out more precum.

How could a single demon be this gorgeous across every inch of his body?

Then you were stroking it, and he was shaking and clenching around you, trying again to fuck himself on you faster, failing again and settling for whimpering and moaning as you fucked him deep.

You grasped the front of his neck and pulled him up against your breasts before focusing downwards again

By the bells.

Together, the two of you moaned loud. Loud and desperate and needy and entranced. Entranced with the bulge in his stomach that dis and reappeared with each thrust. Your thrusts sped up and your hand matched your strokes. You felt him clench tight, and like every last orgasm of the night, he whispered three words that made you fall for him all over again.

"I love you."

You thrusted hard, filling him with your seed again as he sprayed thick white ropes of cum onto the mirror, covering his face and yours.

Seconds, minutes, maybe even hours pass by. Arms wrapped around him, his hands on your thighs as he rested against your chest. Still inside him, feeling the cum dribble out slowly, having next to no space to pour out in genuine.

"Do you wanna take a bath, or nap first?" You asked after a long moment. He was slow to respond; it seemed he'd been drifting off to sleep already when you spoke. His words were slow and slurred, a dreamy quality to them that made you smile. "Mmm... Yes. I'd quite like that..."

You sighed, though it was a happy one. He hadn't heard you at all. You gathered him up, walking slowly to the bathroom where you sat in the tub. It was a bit difficult, setting up the bath while holding him up, but you managed.

By the end of the bath, you were falling asleep on your feet. The warm water and bath salts mixed with the sight of a gorgeous sleeping Barbatos, snoring just barely as he leaned against your chest, relaxed you so that all your remaining energy went into staying awake. You'd have to wash up properly tomorrow. But for now, you returned to the bed.

And sighed, because now you had to change to sheets.

One hour total. One hour total of cleaning up, then the second you hit the bed, you were dead sleep. Next to you, Barbatos opened his eyes and smiled.

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A/N: Poured all the horny in my head out into this one piece. Maybe he'll leave me alone for a little while so I can FOCUS on important shit that's not him. Also, notice that I've been experimenting with how I expressed emphasis lately??? I saw it in some other short fic the other day, and now I can't get over how color works so well. SO damn sexy.

Also, spell check me. I wrote this just the fuck now cause I couldn't focus on requests. 😩

#Barbatos #obey me

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I think nanami loves wearing jewelry. He loves things like watches and cufflinks and tie pins but he also likes rings and necklaces. He especially loves the dainty thin kind that looks super elegant and simple. It’s easy to mix and match and wear a few at a time. He prefers his stuff in gold and stones to be on the small side, elegance over flashiness

#prev! #yeah you get it omg his closest is so pretty and organized it looks straight out of a catalog

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I think nanami loves wearing jewelry. He loves things like watches and cufflinks and tie pins but he also likes rings and necklaces. He especially loves the dainty thin kind that looks super elegant and simple. It’s easy to mix and match and wear a few at a time. He prefers his stuff in gold and stones to be on the small side, elegance over flashiness

#axyls thoughts #jjk #nanami kento #headcanons #my beloved wife

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Reblog if I can go on your page and write stupid things in your ask box whenever I'd like to.

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Idai Shroud is transfem

#sorry but i make the rules #i dont think a single student at nrc is both cis and het #twst #headcanons

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Wow y’all really liked the Barbatos fic huh… i have other obey me fics in progress, two or so asmo and one Solomon! Ill have to see when i can finish them. Thing is I didn’t want to post just smut back to back but :p

#if its what yall want ce la vi #or how ever thats spelt lol #i am a headcanon machine for jjk though #ask me about my au were nanami is my wife

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Asks are open !

I have two asmo pieces I’m working on but I would like to post more on here! Feel free to ask me anything you’d like. I’ve never done request before so not sure how good/if I’d be able to but I do have lots of thoughts about the characters I would like to share!

My current brainworms are:

Obey Me

JJK

Twisted Wonderland

Haikyuu

MHA

SK8

Ace Attorney

Danganronpa

And lots more! So ask about them and I will gladly share some of my thoughts. 

(I have a lot to say about some ocs too)

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May I ask on your personal headcanons of Leona, Ruggie, and Kalim dating s/o whose UM causes them to cry gemstones when stressed/flustered? Thank you!

Sorry this took so long, it’s been a busy week !

Leona

Has made them cry gems from being flustered a few times

The prince is just so effortlessly beautiful, and the sun of Savanaclaw really highlights that

Teases them everytime it happens which often makes it worse

Ruggie

Loves making them laugh until gems start coming out

When they’re crying gems from stress he’ll use his power to get them to relax

If the gems stick around, he likes to keep one from the times he’s made them cry laugh without using his power

Kalim

He’s very loud and boisterous so if they’re the type to get overwhelmed then he’s often made it go off

Knows from Jamil to retreat and let them calm down so it doesn’t get too bad

He likes physical/auditory fidgets, like the jingle of his earrings, so he has a couple gems saved that he shakes together when he misses them or needs the comfort

#twst #twisted wonderland #leona #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #ruggie #kalim #kalim al asim #headcanons #ask #im waiting for jjk to start rn lol #saire00

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Welcome !

Blog is a work in progress, please remain patient !

General Info

No minors! This means no ageless blogs as well.

Majority of content will be gender neutral, possibly masc leaning

Multifandom

Please read rules bellow before sending asks. 

My Carrd

Rules

No pedophilia, incest, or related dark content.

I am uncomfortable with aging up, so any suggestive content will only be with characters who are over 18 canonically (time skip included)

Please be respectful

[axylotzzi]

Asks are open !

I have two asmo pieces I'm working on but I would like to post more on here! Feel free to ask me anything you'd like. I’ve never done request before so not sure how good/if I'd be able to but I do have lots of thoughts about the characters I would like to share!

My current brainworms are:

Obey Me

JJK

Twisted Wonderland

Haikyuu

MHA

SK8

Ace Attorney

Danganronpa

And lots more! So ask about them and I will gladly share some of my thoughts. 

(I have a lot to say about some ocs too)

#asks #request #no idea if I should tag the fandoms I listed #hmm why not #obey me #jjk #twisted wonderland #haikyuu #mha #sk8 #omg I have so much to say about shadow in particular he is my wife #ace attorney #danganronpa

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Axyl stared at the notification, annoyed it had interrupted their game. When they saw who it was from they quickly sat up and paused their game. They opened the message, hoping that maybe he was talking in a group chat to someone else, but they were met with their private chat.

What could Luci possibly want to talk about at this time of day…

Their mind quickly ran through all the possible scenarios, worst and best. They had planned a prank earlier with the league, but there was no way he could of found out about it already. Plus, simply thinking of shifting everything in his office a few inches to the right couldn’t possibly anger him enough to warrant a nighttime lecture… or could it?

He got up and made his way to Luci’s room. They thought about what else he could want to talk about. They had done poorly on their recent potions exam. Maybe that was the last straw and their academic performance was too bad?Perhaps he wanted to talk about a possible parole. Oh, no.

They quickly shook the thought away. Come on, this was dear ol’ Luci we’re talking about here. He was always formal and a bit dry over text, so it could be good news! Maybe Diavolo was scheming up something and it required their help. Oo or maybe Luci had a gift for them! Wait.. gift? Did they miss a special occasion? Oh, they really hope it wasn’t that they’d be mortified if they forgot to get him something in return.

They stood in front of his door. Well, no time to think now. They took a few breaths to calm themselves before knocking on the door. After hearing a faint ‘come in,’ they poked their head in.

They gave him a sheepish smile, “you wanted to talk?”

MC! Monday Prompt #2

MC! Monday Masterlist

"We need to talk." That's the text that Lucifer just sent MC. How does MC react? What do they think it's about?

#mc! monday #obey me #i hope this is okay! #mc!axyl #lucifer

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Would love to write something for hiroki dan but all my thoughts are fully deranged

#the babyboyification of serial killer #hes just so indearing #brutal manga

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A Party Just For Two - Barbatos Anniversary UR

Barbatos x gn! mc / Reader | 2K words | NSFW / Smut

Hi hi, I know the anniversary event was almost three months ago now but this has been on my mind since then and even more so after I played the devilgram. Hope you enjoy !!

You part from Asmo with a giggle as you follow Barbatos into the kitchen.

“Oh, …. You didn't need to accompany me. The party is just beginning to get lively”

You give him a smile, “I wanted to be with you.”

He returns the smile, “You always know the right thing to say. Just hearing those words has made my day.” He lets out a sigh, remembering all the silliness from earlier. “Asmodeus is trying so hard, but I'm afraid that I'm not cut out to be part of the party people.”

“I like you just the way you are,” you say, placing a reassuring hand on his back.

He laughs and thanks you, walking over to retrieve something from the blast fridge. “Speaking of opportunities,…” he comes back into view, holding a colorful pastry arrangement, “would you care to try my macaron tower?” He sets it down on the counter with care. “I made this in case the catering wasn't enough for the guests, but it appears as though it wasn't necessary.”

You look at the tower in aw, wondering if it was alright to eat something so pretty. Your eyes dart between the impressive display and him, “Can I?!”

He lets out a laugh, “of course. I'd be most happy if you'd try it… Why don't we use this opportunity to have our own private party, just the two of us?” He pauses, “Although, I shouldn't be trying to keep you all to myself like this, should I?”

You look at him fondly, “I want you to keep me all to yourself.”

He blushes lightly at your words and clears his throat, “In that case, I'll keep you here with me as long as I can.”

He steps away and walks over to the many cabinets, taking out two beautiful crystal flutes from one of the cupboards before moving on to search another. “I believe there is deluxe Demonus in here somewhere.” He kneels and peers into the back of another cabinet. “Found it.” He stands up, holding a beautiful glass bottle adorned with elegant gold detailing. “This was given to me by Lord Diavolo, but since I don't often have time to drink, I've simply been keeping it in here...” he picks up the two flutes he had taken out earlier in one hand before returning to you, “waiting for a special occasion.” He sets everything down in front of you. “Seems like today is the day.”

You watch his hands as they hold the bottle and move to tear the seal. Before his nails can puncture the expensive looking foil, you ask “Are you sure?”

He gives you a pretty smile before his expert hands make quick work of the wires and push into the cork. “Of course.” pop “Today is an extra special occasion because I get to open it with you.” He pours the drink into your flute first before pouring himself any, his skills as the prince’s butler making it so they fill almost to the top with little foam. He hands you yours and takes his, motioning for a toast “Cheers.” clink

The golden ring of the flute looks even more expensive pressing into his lip as he takes his first sip. He savors the flavor before taking another sip, and another to calm the nerves when he feels your gaze not wavering from his hands and mouth.

“Spending time together with you like this feels like a dream come true. Well, we may be in the kitchen, but that's another thing that makes this special.” He sets his glass down and draws your attention away from himself and towards the sweets “Why don't we try the macaron tower?” He calms now that your eyes are not on him. “It's okay to use your hand, no one is looking anyway. No need to bother with trying to cut a piece off.”

You do just that and take one. Humming at the delicious flavor, you go to take another.

“Do you like it? I’m glad.” He smiles content and continues to sip at his drink. Now it’s his turn to watch your hands closely ”…, please feed one to me as well.” He laughs, not having wanted to say that out loud. “What am I saying? Perhaps the Demonus is getting to me.” You eye him closely as he starts to ramble. “I'm not normally this affected... It must be the deluxe Demonus. You don't appear to be affected at all. How come I'm the only one feeling so hopelessly in love?”

He flushes at his own words and at feeling himself under your gaze once more. He sets his flute back down and takes a breath or two to calm down.

He looks over to you “… I must be dreaming, saying such silly things to you.”

“You can ask me for anything”

“Then, I would like a kiss.” His sudden boldness is gone and his eyes dart away, “…would you grant such a request from me?”

You bring a hand up to hold his face, “of course.” You lean in and place a soft kiss to his lips.

Barbatos pulls back, a deep blush dusting his cheeks, “…there’s something about you… can you feel the heat radiating from my lips? It is you that causes this fire within me.” You watch as his hands come up and gently hold the one you’d placed on his cheek “Here… “ those same hands pull you down and press your palm firmly against his chest “see for yourself.”

He gazes at you, utterly love-drunk “why does my heart try to break free from my chest whenever you are near?” You look up from where he’s holding onto you and take in his sincere expression, never did you think a demon could look so vulnerable. “It only makes me want you more, …”

Suddenly, as if feeling too seen, he drops his hands and averts his gaze. “Forgive me for my drunken ramblings. I’d appreciate it if you’d forget what I said.” He looks back at you timidly, “I hope you will continue to stay by my side forever, …”

You slide the hand that had remained on his chest up to the back of his neck and caress him. “Oh, Barbatos…” You pull him in and kiss him once more. Hoping this kiss can convey even a fraction of your feelings, you still separate enough to say “I plan to stay by you for as long as you’ll have me.”

He lets out a whine and crashes his lips to yours, kissing you desperately, hands coming up to hold onto you tightly. It’s hard to not smile into the kiss, he’s just too adorable in this state. You bring up the hand not toying with the hair at the base of his neck and push him back enough so that you can take in how flustered he is. He looks so beautiful: eyes half lidded and glossed over, cheeks flushed, mouth parted as he takes in some air through spit coated lips.

Your teasing smile only flusters him more. “Is my lil’ Barbie feeling extra needy tonight?” He doesn’t even bother to deny it, letting out a meek ‘yes’ as the pet name goes straight to the growing tent in his pants.

You kiss your way from the corner of his mouth to the shell of his ear. Your hand slowly moves down to his stomach, stopping right above his belt. He’s only grown more desperate under your touch and can barely contain his whining. Perhaps he isn’t even trying to be quiet.

Your tone is predatory as you whisper in his ear “need a hand, doll?” His excited nods earn him a kiss on the cheek as you laugh at him. You hook your fingers on his belt and pull him even closer. “Now, now, Barbie, you know I need you to use your words.”

“Yes. Please, yes.”

That earns him another kiss. “Yes, to what?”

“Please …, please give me a hand. I need your hand.”

You laugh again as you kiss your way back to his lips “You’re always so good for me, doll. Of course I’ll lend you a hand.” You continue to kiss him as your hands move to undo his belt and unbutton his pants. When they come back up you loosen his tie and undo enough buttons to be able to kiss his collar.

He’s leaning against the counter now that your kisses have trailed down his neck and are turning into bites at his exposed chest. A hand snakes down to palm at his erection. He bites his lip to keep quiet but fails as soon as you squeeze. You decide to take some mercy on him, finally pulling him out of his underwear and stroking him. He bucks his hips and tries to hurry the pace but a stern look and firm grasp from the hand not working his cock makes him forfeit all control to you.

You wonder if deluxe Demonus has any special properties as Barbatos gets worked up rather quickly under you. You don’t remember teasing him earlier in the night, but who knows what naughty thoughts he could have had seeing you in your party outfit. You smile at the thought that he’s so attracted to you that simply seeing you in a different outfit would drive him mad, and give him a squeeze for it. He buries his face in your neck, trying to quiet his noises. Feeling his moans on your skin only makes your hand move faster. You card your free hand through his hair and coo praises that always rile him up.

He’s a whining, blabbering, mess. In between his incoherent thanks and praises he manages to say he thinks he’s close. You tug him away from your neck and make him look at you. His face is completely flushed, his eyes are watery, his lips are swollen, he’s even drooled a bit. “You want to come, Barbie?” He’s too far gone to give a verbal response so you allow him to just nod. “Okay, but you can’t hide your face from me, I want to see how pretty you look when I make you come.” He nods even more and you loosen the grip on his hair enough that he can rest his forehead on yours.

You move your free hand behind him to grab a napkin. It’s a fancy cloth napkin that’s definitely going to get stained but you don’t think anyone will mind. You press it to the head of his cock and move your other hand faster. Barbatos looks adorable with his eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open. His breath is warm against your face as he pants. He lets out a slew of unintelligible noises, that you can only assume are meant to be your name, before coming with a loud groan. You're grateful for the loud music outside.

You kiss him softly and let him calm down a bit before folding the napkin and wiping up the little that managed to drip down his shaft. You toss it and tuck him back into his underwear. You button his crinkled shirt, fix the knot on his tie, tuck his shirt in, zip his pants and buckle his belt. He’s been staring at you this whole time and you kiss away the tears collecting in his eyes before he can thank you. He gives you a kiss instead.

“Feeling better now, Barbie?”

“I am. Thank you … I‘m very grateful that I‘m the object of your affection.”

“Don’t mention it.” You run your hand through his hair to smooth it out. “I love you, Barbatos.” You drop your hand to his and bring it up to place a kiss on his knuckles. “Let’s freshen up and return to the party before the others come looking for us.”

He nods but lets your hold linger, “I love you, as well …”

#its not showing up in tags orz #i think cause its my first post on here #anyways bump I guess #i cant like things kn this blog but i wonder if rv my own posts will make it count as not a bot #or maybe I should post small lil snippets until those show up and then rb this? idk #idk how tumblr works despite being here like 11 years #nsfw