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#obey me Halloween event
nerdy-talks · 1 year
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onyourowndaisymae · 6 months
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trick or treat! can i get a treat with obey me satan? romantic preferred pleaseee 💜🖤🧡
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"so i just... take a bite?"
"yeah sure, go ahead. i wanna see how you like it."
satan's eyes flicker down to the apple in his hand one last time before his teeth sink into the flesh. a burst of semi-familiar flavor washes over his tastebuds. tart, almost sour-- not bitter in the way like princess's poison apples were at times-- with an underlying sweetness that made his jaw tighten. his immediate instinct is to dislike the taste. but as he stands there and ruminates on the flavor, eyes darting up to your expectant expression, he finds himself overall enjoying the more mild experience than the harsh bite of poison apple.
"it's different."
"it is," you agree. "apples in the human realm aren't as aggressive on the senses."
"it's..." the words fumble around satan's mouth before trickling out in hesitant bursts. "almost like... when you cook devildom apples down for pie. that sweetness..." he pauses again, pensive.
"i get what you're saying, yeah." you smile. "maybe we can bake some pie with human apples when we get home and compare them to devildom cooking?"
a heat spreads across his cheeks before he can even process how soft that makes him feel. the sentiment of that simple offer-- of this whole day-- is so incredibly touching that he starts to feel embarrassed.
apple picking in the human realm. such a mundane experience. yet when satan off-handedly mentioned he used to enjoy going to the orchard as a young demon figuring out his likes and interests, you arranged this date to an orchard in your realm. an exchange of culture, a pointed effort to quiet his curiosity and let him explore someplace new by your side.
oh, how he adores you so. his chest tightens at the thought, and heat spreads through his whole body in an instant. you are one of the best things to happen to a demon like him-- to think he's lucky enough to stand by your side in the graying autumn skies is enough to make his heart pound in his eardrums.
satan's fingers reach forward to intertwine with your own, gaze flitting up to meet yours before he looks off.
"yeah. i'd like that."
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devilishdelights · 7 months
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Everyone’s specialist little princess ❤️
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pumpkin-patch-cat · 7 months
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The only appropriate response to being chased by a mummy LMFAO I felt that in my soul.
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JEJEJEJEJEJ
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YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW DIFICULT IT WAS TO FIND THE REFS
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kaiapaia · 7 months
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sate your appetite
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Pairing: Beelzebub/Reader
WC: 1,978
Content warnings: this fic contains smut between two consenting adults. For the purposes of the smut, reader is described to have breasts and a vagina. No pronouns or gendered language are used to refer to the reader. Very slight size kink, towards the end if you squint.
Minors and ageless blogs, DNI. If you interact and don't have an age visible in your bio or pinned I will block you.
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Even after all the time you’ve spent in the Devildom, the rules of Fangol are still a mystery to you. It seems to combine the elements of many different human games you vaguely know, and elements you don’t, which you assume to be celestial or demonic. You’ll freely acknowledge that while you’re an appreciator of the sport, you don’t know what’s happening on the pitch. 
After all, you are first and foremost an appreciator of the players. Everyone looks fine as hell, so to speak, in their jerseys. Thirteen cuts a beautiful figure in hers, spoiling for a fight with her hair tied up and paint smeared across her cheeks, her jersey number stamped across her back. The jersey highlights Simeon’s trim waist and lean build; anticipation for the games help break the angel out of his shell, and he looks dangerous with the ball in hand. Even Mephistopheles looks good in the uniform, though you’ll never say that where he can hear it. 
Ultimately though, you only have eyes for your boyfriend. Beelzebub looks amazing in his gear. It highlights the muscles he spends hours in the gym to maintain. While he’s in uniform, you can see the way the sleeves strains against his biceps and every flex of his powerful thighs. The best part is when it’s mid game, and the stadium lights shine on the sweat beading at his brow, his hair is mussed, and his jersey is grass stained and disheveled. 
You’d come to these games anyway, just to support him and your friends, but being able to see him like this is definitely an incentive. 
Even though the rules still elude you, you’re able to pick up that the game tonight is a nailbiter. The points on the opposing scoreboards tick up slowly in a grueling exchange, and the players on the pitch seem especially fired up. You hold Beel’s jacket closer around your shoulders, watching each play with bated breath as the teams fight tooth and nail for victory. 
You can feel the tension in the air as a penalty is called, seconds before the time runs out. The air is thick, and you can feel the crowd around you holding their breath as the teams take the pitch for a redo of the last play. Both teams are tied, and the match comes down to this final point. 
The whistle blows, and there is a clash on the field. You lean over the railing, trying to get a glimpse of what’s happening. You hear a crash, and then far down by the goal, you see Beel stand up, arms outstretched, holding the ball. The crowd surges to their feet and a roar of noise sweeps over the field, one side thunderously crowing their victory and the other booing the victors.
You make your way to the edge of the stands near the entrance to the locker rooms. You can see the team celebrating, and you lean against the railing while you wait. It’s obvious when he spots you, you can see his bright hair pop up out of the crowd and turn towards you, then his broad shoulders part the sea as Beel jogs over to you, a bright smile on his face and helmet in hand. You lean down to cup his flushed face in your hands, and your lips meet in an adrenaline fueled kiss.
Vaguely you can hear his teammates whooping in the background, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You kiss the salt off his lips before pulling back, just far enough that you can meet his eyes. “That was an amazing game. You were incredible out there,” you tell him, brushing his damp hair off his face. 
It’s so charming the way his flush deepens at your praise. “Yeah, both teams played great today.”
His stomach rumbles, and you both laugh. You press a kiss to his forehead before pulling him close and leaving him with a lingering kiss on his mouth. “Go, eat, celebrate with your team,” you whisper to him. “Just come see me when you get back. I have a surprise for you.”
Beel tries not to shiver as your breath skates over his ear and neck. “I don’t know what time I’ll be back,” he warns you.
“That’s okay. We don’t have class tomorrow, so you can wake me up if you get home late.” 
“Alright, I’ll see you later.” He leans up to press a soft kiss to your cheek before turning back to his team, ducking his head at their whoops and cheers. You wave to them as they parade into the locker rooms, watching the last player head inside before you turn to walk back to the House of Lamentation.
You have preparations to make, after all.
Several hours later, you’re curled up in bed with a handheld console Levi had lent you, playing a game that had looked interesting. It helps you pass the time, slowly getting more engrossed in the game until you hear a knock at the door. You know who it is, but you peek through the peephole on your door just to make sure.
Beel stands outside your door, wearing a clean t-shirt and sweats, hair mostly dry from a shower. You open the door for him and usher him inside, taking in the scent of soap and fresh laundry that wafts off his skin. He looks a bit poleaxed as you pull him in, staring at you. It’s a bit unusual, normally he’s a perfect gentleman when he’s with you, but right now he can’t seem to pull his eyes away from the way your chest moves under the numbers on the chest of his jersey, and the way the hem flutters teasingly just below the curve of your ass. 
He’s used to seeing you in his team’s colors- he gives you his jacket to wear anytime there’s a hint of a breeze. But there’s something about seeing you in his jersey, with his number stamped on your chest- his name on your back  has him transfixed. You hide a smile in the curve of your shoulder as you do a little twirl for him. “What do you think?” you ask, stopping just in front of him, well within arm’s reach.
“You look amazing.” He finally drags his eyes away from your chest to meet yours. You can see his gaze darken, and a hunger flares to life in his eyes. Slowly, he walks you back, and your legs hit the edge of your bed. Beel leans down to press his face into the crook of your neck, where you feel him take a deep breath. “And you smell so good.”
His large, warm hand trails up your thigh, fingers dipping underneath the hem of his jersey. He encounters no resistance as his hand swipes up to rest on your hip. Beel stops mouthing at your neck to pull back just far enough to confirm that you are indeed wearing nothing underneath his jersey.
“Just for you, baby,” you coo, dragging the jersey up the rest of the way to expose your pussy, left bare in the warmth of your room. 
He sinks down to his knees, large hands bringing your legs up to rest on his broad shoulders. He trails his hands along the backs of your thighs to grab your ass, giving it a squeeze before he pulls you to rest on the edge of the bed. “I missed you,” he murmurs between your legs, and you can’t tell if he’s talking to you or your pussy. 
You feel his lips moving over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, pausing to leave love bites as he slowly moves his mouth to where you want it. He starts off slow- Beel had told you once that he likes to savor a good meal, and he considers your pussy to be one of his favorites. Your hips jerk as he circles your clit with his tongue, but you don’t get far, his strong arms holding your hips to his face. 
Falling back onto your elbows, you hold yourself up just enough to watch him work between your legs. He is totally engrossed, kissing your clit wetly and tracing over it in firm strokes with his tongue. He moans at your taste in his mouth, and the vibrations from the sound on your clit trigger a moan in response from you. 
It’s a slow and steady buildup as he eats you out. He holds nothing back but moves at his own pace, and the steadily growing ache in the pit of your stomach is rising towards a toe-curling orgasm. At this point you’ve fully collapsed onto the bed, one hand clutching the covers next to your head and the other buried in his hair. It’s wholly unnecessary; the only thing that could separate Beel from your pussy right now is you asking him to move, but the feel of his hair in your fingers helps ground you. 
As your orgasm steadily begins to crest, you bat at his head.  “Ah, wait, wait, please,” you beg. 
He pulls his head away immediately. His lips and chin shine with your juices, and he looks slightly dazed but his gaze quickly sharpens as he looks you over, checking to make sure everything is okay. 
“Wanna cum with you in me, baby,” you reach down to his face, swiping your thumb over his lip.
Beel rocks back on his heels immediately. You hear the rustle of clothing as he begins to strip, and you turn on shaky limbs to position yourself on your knees. His hands find your skin immediately, and he grinds his cock against you. You hear him moan at the sensation, and you push back against him, his cock sliding through the slippery mess between your legs.
He guides his cock to your entrance with a shaky hand, and pushes in. You both moan at the sensation, the stretch of him filling you. At this point in your relationship you’re well acquainted with how big he is, but the feel of him inside you sends a shiver down your spine every time. 
You feel him begin to rock his hips into you, the head of his cock hitting something inside you on each thrust that makes stars burst behind your eyes. The simmering flames of your orgasm roar back to life, and you feel your limbs beginning to shake as it draws closer.
Beel is a heat at your back, mindlessly tracing kisses up and down your spine as he thrusts into you. You do your best to keep up with him, but ultimately his stamina overwhelms yours and you’re left to face his onslaught and the orgasm that overtakes you. You keen underneath him, shaking apart as you come around his cock. 
He follows you over the edge a moment later, groaning long and low into the nape of your neck as his cock pulses inside you. You feel him bite gently before pressing one last kiss to your neck and pulling away. He leaves your field of vision for a moment, and you flop boneless down to the bed, trying to regulate your breathing. Beel comes back a moment later, a warm washcloth in hand. He watches his cum, mixed with yours, ooze out of you for a moment before swiping a finger through the mess. He brings it to his lips, eyes closed as he savors the taste. 
“Delicious,” he sighs, before gently wiping you down. He tosses the rag into the hamper and lays down next to you, tucking both your bodies under the rumpled blankets and drawing you into his arms. 
The excitement of the day quickly catches up to both of you, and you fall asleep in a warm nest of blankets, wrapped up in each other.
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selajoro · 6 months
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full version (slightly suggestive) under the cut
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inkyquince · 2 years
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INKY'S HALLOWEEN EVENT
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Hello, degenerates, and welcome to Inky's 31 day October Event! Published early so y'all can see what I will have planned for each day! Each day gets a kinky horror based entry, and INKY SHALL TRY THEIR DAMNEDEST to get them all done!
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Whitney (Friday the 13th) + Noncon +Bloodplay
Sydney (Jennifer’s Body) + Succubus + Possessiveness
Jordan (Rosemary’s Baby) + Drugging + Religious Ritual
Harper (Alice Madness Returns) + Hypnotism + Gaslighting
Eden (Resident Evil 7) + Noncon + Physical Abuse
Jeralt (We Are What We Are) + Incest + Rough Sex
Whitney + Kylar (Scream) + Double Penetration + Dubcon
Ivory Wraith (The Mummy) + Stalking + Undead Fuck
Nohr Siblings (The Lost Boys) + Stepcest + Biting
Sebastian Michaelis (The Witch) + Ritual + Demon Sex
Dimitri (Dracula) + Unrequited Love + Biting
The Demon Brothers (Ready or Not) + Trap + Noncon
Bailey (The Lighthouse) + Monster Sex + Repressed
Chrom (The Shining) + Cheating + Spectrophilia
Avery (The Invisible Man) + Impregnation + Fear Play
Remy (Sleepy Hollow) + Noncon + Exhibitionism
Asshole Ensemble (The Purge) + Group Sex + Dubcon
Eden (Hush) + Noncon + Fear Play
Veteran Guard (Outlast) + Domestic Kink + Horror
Robin (Until Dawn) + Fuct! Robin + Fear Play
The Legion (Dead By Daylight) + Group Sex + Role Play
Kylar (The Boy) + Voyeurism + Masturbation
Doren (Don’t Breathe) + Horny Snap + Impregnation
Takumi (Whatever Happened to Baby Jane) + Incest + Noncon
Wren (You’re Next) + Masked Sex + Gagged
Hoshido Siblings (The Town Without Streets) + Voyeurism + Gaslighting
Nines (Bloodlines) + Hate Sex + Biting
Black Wolf (The Wolf Among Us) + Fear Play + Monster Sex
Harper (Repo the Genetic Opera) + Incest + Imprisonment
Morgan (Rule of The Rose) + Pseudo Incest + Delusions
Mason (Mermaid Swamp) + Monster Sex + Prey/Predator
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marmihimram · 6 months
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Happy Halloween everyone!!
Trick or Treat wasnt my fav event but damn I love werewolves, I'm always slut for them, also was the fcking twinsss!!! Was super effective it kill me in the act.
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Bby is a witch this year!!
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teleport-teapot · 2 years
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WAIT DID I ACTUALLY SERIOUSLY FORGOT TO POST THIS AAAAAA-
that event really made me feel some type of way
anyway, not the big thing I've mentioned before, that should be the next post probably
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onyourowndaisymae · 6 months
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Trick or treat!!
Hello my friend can I please have an Obey Me trick?? Thank you and I hope you're having a lovely day/evening! <3
your gif's given me a wonderful idea cc...
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"aww, can we keep it?"
"absolutely not. and don't let satan know you have that-- i'll never hear the end of it."
your lips curl into a pout that makes lucifer's eyes flicker up from his paperwork. he sighs and pulls his reading glasses off, setting them on the desk to get a good look at you.
"i've been over this a million times with satan. none of us are home enough to care for another pet. there's so many places for it to get stuck, or sneak out through open doors... there are a million better homes for something like that than the house of lamentation."
the pout doesn't leave your lips as you pull the small black kitten closer to your chest, leaning back until you lay flat on the sofa in lucifer's office.
"you have cerberus."
"he was a gift."
damn. the kitten flops over onto your sternum and purrs, making your smile in delight and run a finger across its little tummy. you don't even flinch when it's easily riled and it lunges to sink its claws into your skin-- all worth it for the sweet, sweet victory of fluffy kitty belly.
lucifer doesn't quite resume his paperwork-- not when his gaze is glued to the way you curl with the kitten so carefully, exceedingly cautious as you run your fingers across your torso to coax it into a game of chase. your eyes glimmer in the warmth casted across the room by the low flames of the fireplace.
you look best when you're relaxed, he thinks. when there's not a care in the world on your mind, body slumped across his furniture like you belong here. when did you become so comfortable invading his personal space? when did he get so comfortable letting you?
not even a year into the exchange program and he's already grown soft. all over some human.
the kitten snuggles against your neck, purring against your skin and making you chuckle under the miniscule weight of its tiny body on your windpipe. maybe lucifer can put off rehoming that fuzzy creature until tomorrow.
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gifti3 · 6 months
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Heck yea heck yea
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12am-motivation · 2 years
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READY FOR GACHA PAIN
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meovelous · 2 years
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Glad the boys can be their true clown self in this event
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spellcastingwitch · 2 years
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Oh my…I’ve gone feral seeing the dateables new outfits, gothic circus jesters kinda? The devs did right with this one😩😍🗣
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