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akuzonprime · 1 month
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[7:43 AM] Solomon always waits for you to rise before leaving because he never wants you to wake up to an empty bed – like he did for hundreds of years.
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xxgrimml0vrxx · 1 month
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6:36 AM; Mammon wakes you up with a kiss on the cheek and a tray of breakfast in bed! Just ignore that the toast is a little burnt and the scrambled eggs are cold…..he had to fight off three of his brothers just to make it back to your room…
huge thank you to @akuzonprime !!! for inspiring this timestamp post!!! I love her posts soso much (>’o’)> ♡
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airbendertendou · 3 months
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for your event : number 19 with any obey me character
an angsty, thrillier-esque number 19 + satan from obey me reader gets injured , slight gore
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"I'M ALWAYS QUICK TO RAGE!"
"name, move."
you tremble, but hold steady in front of your fellow student. they were only helping - truly, they hadn't meant to knock your coffee onto satan's book. besides, it was your coffee. he should be mad at you.
"it was an accident," you say calmly. your heart jumps to your throat, clutching and closing it slowly. you gulp, "that's all. a simple accident."
the blond grits his teeth, his fangs digging into his bottom lip. "what's simple about a ruined book?"
"i'll pay for it-!" the demon behind you squeaks.
you adjust so that they're shielded once more. "i'll fix it. it was my coffee, anyways."
glaring green eyes look at you, the flames inside dimming slightly. his shoulders quake, fighting with his own emotions ; fighting within his own mind. "you didn't spill it."
"i could've," you insist, "anyone could've."
satan huffs and you swear you can see steam escaping his nose. before you can blink, you and the demon you were protecting are on the ground. the sight of blood hits you before the pain does. automatic tears fill your eyes as you sniff, bringing your limp arm to your chest.
at the sight of blood - your blood - satan snaps out of his rage. asmo is there, suddenly, solomon and simeon in tow. he glares at his younger brother, "what did you do?"
your voice weakens, unable to defend anyone anymore.
——♡—— i will hear no fnaf slander ]:<
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bbnibini · 1 year
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Is it just me or are the new HDD UR+ cards hinting of future possible character-centric events? 🤔 Established relationships are nothing new in Devilgrams, but I think it's quite rare for the other characters to actually acknowledge the established relationship with one specific character all throughout the Devilgram and not just with a couple lines from an alternate option. Or maybe it's my wishful thinking? Hahahahahhaa...pls give us character-specific events. I want more loreeeee 😭💕
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saeyoungchoismaid · 2 years
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[11:04 am]
You smile as Mammon comes walking back over to you, two ice cream cones in his hands. “Took you long enough!” you tease, setting your sunglasses onto the top of your head.
“Wusn’t my fault! The line wus so long!” he cries.
You only giggle at him, happily sitting back and watching him struggle with the melting ice cream. Just as he reaches you, he sends you a sensual look as he licks up the melted ice cream on his wrist to his hand. You blush and swat at him, making him chuckle and dodge you. “Stop being a horny fiend and give me my ice cream!” you playfully shout.
“Come ‘n get it,” he coos teasingly, shooting you a wink before taking off, gobbling one cone down as he runs away.
“Hey! Get back here!” you cry, shooting up and quickly following after him.
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belphies-cowgirl · 30 days
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is it just me (prob just me) but for some reason Fi (from skyward sword) gave me slight Barbatos vibes, like tiny vibes but still
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armin-supremacy · 6 months
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“i’m afraid of you.”
the statement caught you off guard, causing you to look up at him. your eyes scanned his face in confusion. “afraid of me?”
your task at hand became forgotten as you watched him make his was over. once he was in front of you, you let him take your face in his hands, his thumbs gently rubbing against your cheek.
your eyes widened at the sudden proximity and you froze. the whole mood shifted. was it getting hot in here? why did your body feel like it was on fire?
could he hear how hardly your heart pounded in your chest?
“yes, i’m afraid”, his tone was low.
“w…why?”
your voice came in just a whisper. that was all you could mange out, just barely clear enough for even you to catch.
“i’m afraid of what comes over me when i’m around you. i’m afraid of how tempting it is to ignore my own rationale, of how many excuses i can invent just to become closer to you”, he explained. not once did his gaze waved from yours.
slowly, he inched his face towards yours, stopping just enough for his scent to surround you. oh his scent. he always smelled divine. it made you absolutely dizzy.
“i-i see.” you breathed out.
“i’m afraid of how much i want” his lips brushed against yours. you could feel him smile against you as your breath hitched. “of what…i want.”
LUCIFER, satan, solomon, BARBATOS
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l3viat8an · 9 months
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Nsfw Thinkin’ about demon boyfriend! Who loves having an adorable little human like you under his control~
You’re everything he could ever want!!
He gets drunk on the power he holds over you, the power to give or take away your pleasure as he sees fit~
The way you look at him with stars in your eyes, or even better the way you cry ‘n tremble as he gives you too much.
You cum when he tells you to, whether you want to or not doesn’t really matter, you will cum.
Or he can ruin your orgasm and watch as your sensitive little cunt clenches around nothing���….ripping your pleasure away for his own satisfaction……
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sacaydia · 7 months
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Lucifer’s Comfort Time! ♡
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Synopsis: How Lucifer comforts you!
Tags/C/W: Comfort, GN!Reader, Short little blurb thing!
A/N: I have no ideas for Belphegor’s “who will” blurb so enjoy this instead! (Line dividers from @cafekitsune)
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Lucifer:
Comforting people has never been his strong suit, Luci was okay at comforting his brothers but he was always a little stiff. When Lucifer finds you crying he really has no idea what to do but you’d never be able to tell with him. Lucifer would kneel down beside and ask, as he’s rubbing your back, if you want a hot tea, as he knows tea has healing properties. If you say yes, he’ll make you one of the special blends Barbatos gave him. If you say no, he’ll just sit there rubbing your back, asking if you want anything else. Lucifer will give anything to make you smile again, and hey you could use that to your advantage if you want something!
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mallorydeluna · 11 months
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Diavolo: *talking to MC at their wedding ceremony* Tonight, no hands are allowed- only your mouth is acceptable.
MC: *attempts to maintain a straight face* Smooth Dia..... Smooth.
Diavolo: *gives her a satisfied smirk and a playful wink* I knew that'd get you~
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akuzonprime · 1 month
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[6:02 AM] Lucifer wraps his arms around your waist as you work around the kitchen, pressing a soft kiss against your hair with a loving smile, "I was scared it was all a dream, but you're still here... with me."
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esha-isboogara · 1 year
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act appalled
this was a gross piece of work…i’m so happy with it :) i’ve taken such a liking to mammon over the past two days
here’s my other work
mammon wants the entire house to know who you belong to
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✰mammon is so possessive, dom!manmon, mentions of exhibitionism
“ah come on now y/n. i jus know you can be a hell of a lot louder than that”. he taunted,grabbing you by the hair and yanking your head back. your eyes met his, the normally icy blue orbs were turned dark with lust.
“b-but..the entirety of this floor will hear us” you stuttered out between whimpers.
he chuckled darkly. “let em’ hear us, baby. i bet you’d love it if one of my brothers walked through that door and saw me taking the precious little human. they’d finally find out what a dirty slut you are and you would take in every second of it”.
your chest was heaving with adrenaline mixed with a fast approaching orgasm.
you really did not want to admit to such a humiliating act but mammon was not wrong. the chance that the two of you could get caught was enough to get you all hot and bothered.
“why don’t ya make some more noise for me pretty girl? I want them to hear you scream my name”. he laughed almost maniacally. “tell em who owns you”.
a string of profanities left your lips all at once as he gripped your hips with unbelievable force and began thrusting relentlessly.
“you, mammon. i belong to you and only you”.
he felt your walls flutter around him as your orgasm hit but he did not plan on stopping. hearing her admit to being his drove him off the deep end.
“you’re such a good fucking girl aren’t ya ? how bout i give ya a reward for bein so good”?
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autism-corner · 7 months
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It's been a long day for you. The exhaustions caused by RAD and the brothers' regular ruckus were starting to add up again. Still, falling asleep at night was just as much as a struggle as staying awake during the day. Usually when you couldn't sleep, you would toss and turn the whole night. You'd keep cycling between already seen youtube video's with hopes that this next one will finally be the one to turn of your mind. All in vain.
Belphie had began to notice your restlessness earlier than the others. He always subconsciously held an eye on the health of the people he cared about. So, on the third day of your ever increasing energy deficit, before any of his brothers even suspected a thing, he pulled you into his room, and onto his bed.
'We are sleeping. Right now.' Determination was a strange look on him, who so often lacked any expression at all. But it for sure wasn't a bad one.
Before you could even get a word in (not that you were in opposition of his idea, you were more surprised by his insistence if anything), he had already wrapped his arms around your waist and forced the two of you on your sides.
Belphegor was already struggling to keep his eyes open. The vertical positioning on his warm, cozy & familiar bed, now with the added warmth of his favorite person next to him, weren't helping. Still, he didn't want to fare of to dreamland before he was sure you would aswell.
Not wanting to use his sleep magic on you, fearing his small & fragile human wouldn't ever wake up again, he employed his one other sleepy-time tactic. (He of course knew you were neither small nor fragile, and that using the magic would be entirely fine. But magic could never beat good ol' quality time & touch)
He had learned it from his sister. Small little touches, lightly tracing the same path on your partners back, could work just as well as magic. Something about the connection it made would calm the person you're caressing and send them softly to sleep. So, without saying a word, both of his hands reached for your upper back.
You didn't say anything either. You wouldn't dare. You know you deserved this, and felt its effects coming into action already. Although you wouldn't mind Belphie doing this to you for hours, maybe there'd be a better time for that. You wanted sleep, and apparently someone lovingly tracing the little hearts on your back, over and over and over and over again, was all you needed. You weren't even awake enough anymore to register Belphie's soft whispers of adoration. You'd have to ask him to say them again some other day. Now was time to give in.
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bbnibini · 2 months
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His Pingpongpangpong! I want that in a ringtone 😭💕
from intimacy call lvl 35
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saeyoungchoismaid · 3 months
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{2:54 pm}
You take a sip of your hot drink as you wander the halls. Despite being here for so long, there’s still many things you don’t know about the Devildom or even the House of Lamentation.
One part that you practically know by heart though is the paintings that line all the walls. Before you got close to the brothers, and everyone else for that matter, you used to wander the halls and admire the paintings pretty regularly.
Since getting comfortable here, you don’t do it as often, but you still find yourself doing it at times.
Like now, for instance. It’s the holiday season and you’re feeling a little down. You’re away from home and the brothers have tried to be more than accommodating to your religious beliefs and holiday traditions, but you still feel a little hollow inside. Maybe you just miss the mortal realm?
As you’re pondering it, you pass by a window and pause. Your eyes grow wide as you see it’s snowing outside. Snow? In the Devildom? You didn’t even know that was possible! A smile starts to stretch across your face as you move closer to the glass.
Once you’re closer, you spot a figure outside in the snow. A surprised laugh escapes you as you watch Mammon run around in the snow like a child. Your chest warms at the sight of him having so much fun, the hot drink in your hand unable to hold a candle to the warmth blossoming inside of you.
Your eyes go wide again though when he suddenly turns to you and shines the brightest smile you’ve ever seen from him. His lips start moving as he waves, clearly trying to talk to you.
Laughter bubbles out of you as you shake your head, pointing a hand at your ear to try and show you can’t hear him. His brows furrow at your gesture before realization comes over him. He quickly runs towards the house and comes up to the window you’re standing at.
He has a big, fluffy, gold scarf wrapped around his neck. It doesn’t seem to be doing the trick though from the way he’s shivering. He clearly doesn’t mind though if the way he’s beaming up at you has any say in the matter.
He presses his hand to the glass and you can faintly hear him shout your name. You giggle fondly as you let go of your mug with one hand to reach out, pressing your hand against the glass where his rests.
You two stand there for who knows how long just dumbly smiling at each other. What can you say? The way he looks in the snow…it takes your breath away.
Your eyes shift down when his finger starts to write something in the condensation on the window. Your heart skips a beat when you realize what it says. ‘Love ya!’ it reads. Your cheeks grow hot as you giggle like a schoolgirl. You playfully wink at him and blow him a kiss to return his affections.
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atticclubsandwichstan · 8 months
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Simeon Who...
Warnings: NSFW, Yandere Themes, Aphrodisiac, Overstim
Yandere Simeon who's main love language is acts of service. He adores it when you ask for him to reach that book or ingredient off the high shelf, even more so when he can press himself against your back and lean over you, reaching up whilst discreetly inhaling your scent to make sure no ones been carelessly leaving their scent on you.
Yandere Simeon who sees you slumped over in your chair, groaning about back pain, and swiftly aids you, rubbing your neck and shoulders, easily reaching every sore spot, every knot in your muscles, relishing in the moans you let slip and how you praise him for making you feel better.
Yandere Simeon who would never be outright violent, but who will make it known to your peers that you are not up for grabs. The cold, emotionless stare of one who always sports a soft smile, of one who was once worthy of the title of Seraph, will always strike the most core-shaking fear into the lower demons that hang around you like ivy.
Yandere Simeon who removes all clocks from Purgatory Hall whenever you come over and insists you leave your phone at the door. It's so much easier to suggest you stay the night, stay with him just a little bit longer, when you lose track of the time. So much easier to convince you it's dangerous to go out at this time, and he'd make you some tea and let you brainstorm ideas for a book he's working on.
Yandere Simeon who believes he can't, won't fall, just from having a connection to a human. He believes with his whole heart that so long as his relationship with you remains pure, unimpacted by the seduction of the sucubi and incubi that will vie for his attention every so often, nothing bad will happen. And its rather easy to ignore those fiends when he sees you, your bright eyes meeting his as you turn to look his way, the sweetest smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, and he thinks he could never love another so strongly, so overwhelmingly, so-
Yandere Simeon who can't help but thank his father for this opportunity; you had mistakenly eaten one of Solomon's gifts to Asmodeus, overcome with need and desire, stumbling at his door with already weak knees.
Yandere Simeon who savors this moment, bringing you in as one would a stray puppy, asking you what's wrong, how can he help, what do you need from him, knowing full well what your response will be.
Yandere Simeon who is so gleeful at your whines for him that he doesn't stop to think it wasn't him who filled you will this desire, but instead laid you gently on the plush covers of his bed, slowly undressing you, worshipping every new inch of uncovered skin, laying kisses and praises against your thighs, against your tummy, against your ribs, his hands shaking and voice quivering ever so slightly.
Yandere Simeon who could spend all his days, hours, minutes, gazing at and caressing the skin of his darling, who wouldn't trade this moment for any world. He only snaps back to reality when you tug at his waist, brows furrowed in frustration and pleading for him to just take you already.
Yandere Simeon who almost passes out at that; he couldn't bear the thought that he frustrated you and wasn't giving you what you wanted, but a feeling of joy quickly overwhelmed that thought, because you asked him to take you. You accepted him and he swore he could cry if he didn't already have his entire face buried between your thighs.
Yandere Simeon who can't help but become even more obsessed with you as he tastes you, his head fogging with lust-driven gluttony for you so much that he refused to unlatch himself from you. Atleast for the first hour. He could never refuse you when you beg in almost incoherent and unfinished sentences for him to put it in, to make you feel full and warm like any good lover should.
Yandere Simeon who loses himself within you, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, his eyes blurry with tears, his back itching to release his wings to enwrap you and hold you as tight as possible. Part of him hoped that in doing so, he'd pulls you into him, trapping you within his ribcage and letting go of the worry of losing sight of you for even a second. He wanted to become one with you, he wanted an even deeper connection than what you had right now.
Yandere Simeon who pleads with you, oh so pathetically begs for you to cum for him, to let him please you as much as physically possible, he needs this, needs to watch you unravel again and again under him, needs to feel you claw his back and mark him with your nails. He keeps one hand intertwined with yours, the other brushing against your waist, holding your thigh up to the side of his hips, running over your chest, tangled in your hair, he needs to feel every part of you.
Yandere Simeon who has overstimulated himself for hours now, just to keep giving you orgasm after orgasm, clinging to you with one hand still gripping yours tightly, babbling incoherent praises and pleads as he trembles against you, his wings slumped across the bed.
Yandere Simeon who, even though his entire lower body feels like it's been dipped in hellfire, still frowns at having to pull out. He had successfully wrung every drop of that foul drug from your body, and you were hit hard with the aftereffects.
Yandere Simeon who wastes no time dragging you up with him, carrying you bridal style into the bathroom connected to his room and drawing a warm bath for you. He washes your hair and scrubs your body, careful to avoid stimulating you any further.
Yandere Simeon who dresses you in one of his softer button-ups, snuggling up to you in bed and kissing the crown of your head. The second he feels your breathing even out, your heart beat at a steady pace and your body relax entirely against his, he grins, almost sinister in his glee.
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