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obeysme · 4 years

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— insatiable.

* ASMODEUS & READER. for the overstimulation with asmodeus kink bingo square.

i didn’t even pretend to give this a plot, it’s just pure filth. warning for explicit sexual content, obviously. if you’re a minor, don’t interact with this post or you’ll be blocked.

as a heads up: the reader has no specified gender, but they have a vagina and there’s penetration involved.

Your fingers are trembling as they thread through his hair, thoroughly mussing the chocolate curls. You grip the strands as if they’re a lifeline, your breaths leaving you so fast you feel light-headed.

Nestled between your thighs, Asmodeus looks up at you, his eyes glittering with mischief. His chin is slick with your essence, which he casually wipes onto his thumb. “You can handle one more, can’t you, darling?” he asks. Then he cheerily inserts the digit into his mouth.

“O-One more?” you say, transfixed by the show he’s putting on for you. In your current debauched state, it’s difficult to process what he’s saying. Then his words register, and you drop your head onto the pillow to stare at the ceiling.

He’s already given you three orgasms. Now he’s planning for a fourth?

He used his fingers the first time, and only his fingers. “I wonder if I can make you cum just with this,” he’d mused, his smile wide and predatory. So you fucked yourself on his manicured fingers while he watched, just like he wanted.

As you came down from your high, he’d moved you to the bed. “Turn around for me,” he instructed. He was generous enough to help you get onto shaky hands and knees before pressing his chest against your back and slipping his cock inside of you.

Eventually you fell onto your back, panting. Asmodeus was already kissing a path down your chest, your stomach, and lower still. “Wanna know how you taste...after I’ve cum in you...” he’d said between nips, his hands kneading your thighs. “I bet it’ll be delicious~”

Is this insane stamina a demon thing? It has to be. It feels like you’ve been writhing in Asmodeus’s bed, under his ministrations, for hours now, yet he’s shown no sign of slowing down. Meanwhile you’re sensitive to the touch, every brush against your skin electrifying.

You could tell Asmodeus to stop if you wanted to. You know he’d pull away immediately, let you catch your breath or finally rest. But you need to know how deep this well goes.

Just how high is a demon’s libido? Especially when that demon is the Avatar of Lust?

Asmodeus coos your name, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. While you were lost in thought, he must’ve moved to hover above you, his arms bracketing your frame. “Hey, are you ignoring me? I’m hurt.” He pouts. As usual, you’re unable to discern whether he’s being genuine or not.

You blink up at him. His hair is mussed from your fingers running through it constantly, his cheeks flushed with exertion, and he doesn’t have a stitch of clothing on. It’s difficult to focus on his words, instead of the pretty picture he makes. “Um. Wh-What?”

He nips your earlobe in retribution. “I asked, can you cum one more time for me?”

Oh. Right. He wants to give you your fourth orgasm of the night. You swallow thickly before nodding eagerly. “Y-Yeah,” you gasp out. “I...think I can.”

“You can?” His hands settle onto your hips, squeezing gently. “Good. I’m glad. I didn’t want this night to come an end just yet.” His eyes sparkling with delight, he leans down to kiss you. Your lips part open at the brush of his tongue, and he lets out a pleased hum when you lick into his mouth.

The kiss is bitter and salty, considering where he’d just been, between your thighs, but you find you don’t mind the taste. It has you shuddering, in fact. Asmodeus has made you just as depraved as he is. You don’t have a moment to think more on that, because he’s tilting your chin up with one hand to deepen the kiss.

You’re so caught up in it that you almost don’t notice his other hand gliding down to lift your leg, encouraging it to wrap around his waist. You lift your other leg without prompting, twining both behind his back. This makes you press up against his warm abdomen, his erection bumping into your ass. You wiggle your hips against it, unable to help yourself.

Asmodeus puts a stop to that immediately, clamping down on your waist to keep you still. He pulls back from the kiss to chide you. “Ah, ah, ah! I don’t know how long I’ll last if you do that, darling.”

You frown, disgruntled. “Then hurry up, Asmo.”

He raises a brow at that. You realize then the mistake you made. “Oh? How rude. You didn’t even say the magic word. Maybe I just should leave you like this instead...”

You secure your legs around his waist tighter, your eyes widening. “W-Wait! I’m sorry!” you say quickly. You know better than to think he’s bluffing. He’s left you high and dry, yearning for more, before. “Please hurry up, Asmo.”

He smiles wickedly. “That’s more like it~” Finally, he gives in to your plea and lines himself up with one hand, before sinking into your tight, wet heat. You hiss through clenched teeth, still sore from your last orgasm. There’s no pain, though, just a tightening in your stomach as he bottoms out. Then he pulls out, slow, and you’re whining at the loss.

He coos at you, pressing a few kisses along your jaw before leaning back to take in your flushed reaction. His hips snap forward, and he buries himself inside you once more. He does it all again, and again, and again. He picks up the pace, until the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the lavish, spacious bedroom.

You can barely keep up, biting your bottom lip hard to stifle your moans. “F-Fuck, Asmo,” you whine instead, squeezing your eyes closed.

“Mhm, that is what you’re doing,” he says, teasing, though his tone is more strained than playful. This is affecting him just as much as it’s affecting you.

As the thrusts continue, your hands scramble to his shoulders, his back, for purchase. You grip him desperately in the hopes of some kind of support. Time has no meaning. For all you know, he could’ve been fucking you for hours, for days.

“So tight.” Asmodeus’s breathing grows laboured, though not as bad as yours is. “How are you, ah, still so tight? Feel like I could keep doing this, uhn, forever and, oh, never get tired.” Your eyes flutter open. Despite his words, a faint sheen of sweat dots his brow. He’s finally showing signs of fatigue. Even demonic stamina has its limits.

Pleasure continues to mount within you, steadily. You’re pushed further and further up the precipice, until you’re not sure when the dizzying drop will hit you. You’re thankful that Asmodeus is as winded as you are. Otherwise he’d drag this out, stop just shy of your release and make you beg for it, not relenting until you were a shaking, teary mess. You enjoy the edging, of course, but right now you want gratification without all the teasing that tends to come with it.

And, if your body’s reactions are any indication, that gratification will be here soon. Heat continues to build, your muscles tensing. Sweat gathers along your chest, along your hips.

Asmodeus strokes his hands along your sides, touching every inch of your bare skin as if he’s mapping your body and committing it to memory. Every moan and whimper of his name that escapes your lips has him grinning with glee, his eyes devouring the reactions that every snap of his hips pulls from you.

You can hear him gush about it, say, “So cute, you look so cute under me!” but his voice is distant, as if you’re underwater. You’re lost in sensation, in pleasure.

Which is why you practically jump when long, lithe fingers touch your clit. They circle your sore, sensitive nub before flicking at it in tandem with his thrusts. You throw your head back into the plush pillow beneath you, one hand scrambling frantically along the silk sheets of his bed.

Asmodeus knows when you’re about to cum. He always does. Maybe it’s because he’s the Avatar of Lust, or maybe he’s just attuned to you, but he leans down to your ear and says, sing-songingly, “Now, darling. Cum for me~”

“A-Asmo—” is all you can manage to gasp out.

With him deep inside your core and his fingers still circling your clit, you do just as he said. Your back arches, your toes curl, and you bury your face in his neck. You take in deep, gasping breaths as Asmodeus fucks you through your fourth orgasm. He smells of lavender and sweat, which turns out to be an intoxicating combination.

His own release hits soon enough, and he spills inside you with a high-pitched groan and his eyes squeezed shut. Breathless, you reach up to run a hand through his sweat-slick hair, before cupping his cheek. When his eyes open, they’re a deep molten gold.

For a few moments, the two of you stare at one another, your breaths mingling and limbs entangled. Asmodeus’s face softens, and something in your chest loosens at the sight. You love this moment, when he drops his confident, lustful veneer and bares himself to you, no walls keeping you apart.

You lean up to kiss the cupid’s bow of his mouth, and he dips down to meet you. Your body tenses when he pulls himself out of you, your cunt reflexively contracting around him in an effort to keep him inside. You wince at the emptiness and soreness you feel, but another kiss from Asmodeus has you relaxing into his embrace once more.

Eventually he lies down beside you, a leg thrown casually over your hip, as you both bask in the afterglow. A few minutes in, your eyes slip closed, fatigue catching up to you.

Then you feel Asmodeus’s nose trail along the column of your neck, his eyelashes fluttering against the sensitive skin there and making you shiver despite yourself. “Think you can go for a fifth round, darling?” he asks, his voice soft and cloyingly sweet.

Your eyes snap open. Demons, you think in disbelief, are absolutely insatiable.

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obeymeprompts · 4 years

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Triangle Relationship w/ Diavolo, (M/C) and Lucifer

(M/C) didn’t see this coming at all. When they first arrived at R.A.D., they started helping the Student Council as a club activity because they tought it could also ease off the ridiculous amount of tasks Lucifer assigned them. Unexpectedly, the Avatar of Pride was the one to get closer to (M/C), even if that meant knowing more about their job personality and what they hated while at work than their actual self.

Ironically enough, Lucifer also didn’t see Diavolo’s own way of making his approach. (M/C) started getting invited along their afternoon teas and dinners. Not only that, but they were put together in their secret D.D.D. chat group along with Barbatos! It was an unpleasant surprise when the Avatar of Pride started to feel jealous towards (M/C). He already had to hide angsty feelings towards the prince before, why Diavolo had to make more of those bloom within him?

Diavolo though didn’t show any hostility towards any of you them, even whenever Lucifer tried to state some kind of domination over that relationship. Actually, it seemed like he could like both of them at the same time, same amount, and that his cherishing for Lucifer could thrive his loving for (M/C) and vice versa. What actually got to him was seeing his closest friend in conflict.

The changing point of their relationship took place in the third day of the retreat in Lord Diavolo’s castle. While all the others went home, the wonder trio stuck together for some more and Diavolo’s taking seat next to (M/C) during afternoon teatime was what triggered Lucifer’s reaction. Upon being questioned on why he was acting so clingy, Diavolo surprised the Avatar of Pride beyond expectations.

“I’m not to steal them from you, Lucifer, the same way I’m not to woo you away from them. In fact, if only my affection could approximate us three instead of causing you to worry...”

After a long talk, you found out Diavolo’s way of loving is more towards a free manner than a traditional one. He doesn’t like keeping the ones he loves romantically in the way one would keep an object and also admitted having an issue with sex. Diavolo doesn’t like hookups, oh no-- he likes much more being able to touch and please a close friend than someone who has no meaning to him. Being like this, he doesn’t understand why most demons take the sexual act so damn serious, since it should be just something like kissing a good friend!

Lucifer took this all with a blank, unbelieving face. Deep inside, he could be despiting Diavolo.

...after chapter 16(no spoilers explicit!)

Only after everything, Lucifer could swallow the conversation from months ago, along with his ancient angst. He now understood his surprising innocent way of thinking and it made him appreciate his friend more like an actual demon/person than someone he’d obey without questioning.

“I’m glad we have came to a mutual understading, Lucifer~!” -- the wonder trio was back together, now with the creepy ass Barbatos always following them around as they strolled through Diavolo’s halls once again. Much to your relief, Lucifer asks him to bring something -- something he’d forgotten, and the weird butler is gone for just enough time for him to bring up the subject (M/C) tought was completely dead.

“You still like (M/C), don’t you? Don’t do anything I wouldn’t to them”, was enough to make the prince’s face fluster with both joy and passion. First thing Diavolo did was to wantonly grab his best friend’s face in a deep, long kiss that left Lucifer’s face completely red and puzzled.

While keeping a watch for Barbatos, he covered (M/C)’s neck in pecks while the hesitant couple first kissed. As Lucifer’s lips finally pressed against theirs, Diavolo smiled and ran his fingers through the Avatar of Pride’s pitch black hair.

Needless to say, their dynamic consisted basically of an always excited Diavolo, a fighting dominant Lucifer and a sandwiched (M/C).

NSFW Bonus!

Their first time together was surprisingly natural. Diavolo was a perfect guide whenever any of the other two seemed the littlest bit lost. Both he and Lucifer fought dominance over the poor human, but didn’t lack touching eachother too a single bit.

(M/C) soon found out that when Diavolo is reaching his edge, his true form is activated without him even noticing. For some reason, this triggers Lucifer’s transformation as well, but he didn’t seem to mind.

It is much more practical to visit Diavolo’s room than Lucifer’s. Not only his bed is larger, but he doesn’t have to deal with pesky brothers. The three are hoping Barbatos doesn’t spread dirty rumors about this.

By the time the three are finished, (M/C) has their body clad in claw marks, loads of cum and sometimes dried blood. This is what they get for picking the literally two most powerful demons in Devildom.

#obey me #obey me!#obingo me NAUGHTY #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me masters

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obeymeimagines · 4 years

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Obingo Me

Answering the kink of: Sensitive Demon Tail and Pre-planned Somno with Belphegor

Belphie was honestly not expecting this.

The human his brothers had brought home had become a close friend for him, maybe if he thought of it for long enough, a crush.

They were kind, dependable and they loved to nap with him. They also liked touching him a lot, which he enjoyed greatly.

He'd fallen asleep during one of the cuddle sessions he had with the human and, apparently, so had the human. Except this specific human was never idle.

They always needed something to fiddle with, always needed to touch something and it just so happens that in their sleep, they went for his tail.

He didn't tell them how sensitive it is before, and he honestly doubted that would help in this situation as the sleepy human stroked the sensitive hairs on the end of his tail.

He decided to wake the human, gentle shaking and soft calls of their name did the trick as he apologized for waking them, but explained his tail being sensitive and asked for it back.

That incident had been several months ago now, the human was now his lover, and he frequently woke up to them sprawled on top of him, which he appreciated greatly. He like the weight of his partner on him while he slept. It was reassuring.

He didn't know his partner usually tested out responses on his sleeping body, running their hand along his tail and seeing what spots he liked more and what he didn't.

So, finally, it was time to nap together. Belphie had fallen asleep rather quickly, the warmth and weight of another, mixed with the slow stroking of his hair lulled him to sleep damn near instantly.

The human had gotten permission from the Avatar of Sloth before, they were allowed to do as they choose to him while he was asleep, and they waited until he slept deeper to start.

Once the human was sure he was securely sleep, it was time to start. They wrapped one hand gently around his tail and used your fingers to go between the spikes, getting a small hum from their boyfriend.

They shifted so they could reach the sensitive horns, pressing soft kisses and feeling the way the demon beneath them started shifting. They slowly began moving their hand down his tail, to his sensitive hairs, all the while, using the hand not occupied with his tail to tease another horn.

They waited patiently through their demon's squirming until finally, he felt hard enough for them to use their thigh to give him friction, softly working his tail and horns.

It was at that point that Belphie woke up.

Everything felt hot, he could hardly move with the waves of pleasure hitting him all at once, and he let out a sound, trying to question his human breathlessly.

Instead, he got lips against his lips, a soft kiss as his hands went to the bed, grabbing the fabrics in an effort to ground himself.

The moment the soft lips left his, he let out a whine as he arched his back, easily getting a hand to play with his sensitive nipples as those beautiful lips that he had before went to the abandoned horn.

The soft treatment his tail got became rougher, getting a breathy “Ah-!” From the demon as they kept going, grinning as he began grinding against their thigh.

“Oh, please…!” He whined. “Please touch me more!”

“Your wish is my command, love.” They purred, moving the hand from his chest to his member, slowly and effortlessly bring him to an orgasm.

“A-ah!” He whimpered as he spilled onto their hand. They worked him over that edge before shifting back to their earlier position, the one they fall asleep in previously.

“How was it?” They asked, gently stroking his cheek, ready to do anything he asked while he recovered.

“Amazing.” He sighed. “Let me rest up, alright love? I’ll pay the favor back when I’m awake.”

They smiled and kissed him gently. “No pressure, Belphie. I’m just glad you enjoyed it.”

“..’course I did…” He murmured, slipping into sleep already.

“Rest well, love.” They cooed to him.

Of course, no demon would rest with a debt unpaid. When they’d wake up, they’d be trapped right beneath him, his tail around their midsection, and he would make sure to give back every bit of pleasure he got before.

After all, even the Avatar of Sloth can be quite energetic when it comes to certain things.

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