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My Hero Academia (up to season 5)(Requests Closed)

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Mon Coeur

ROOK HUNT MY BELOVEDDDD can’t believe rook fans get out freaked we need to fix this (but this is my first time writing smut— limited freak-o-meter until skill unlocked)

Pairing: Rook Hunt (twst) x reader NSFW!!

CWs: afab/fem!reader, obsessive? Idk it’s Rook, first time writing smut bare with me, minor predator/prey reference(again it’s Rook), oral (fem receiving), multiple mutual orgasms, unprotected sex, rook has no pull out game

Translations: mon coeur = my heart, ma trésor = my treasure, ma chérie = my dear/darling, mon dieu = my god, mon chou= my sweet/sweetheart. Forgive grammar mistakes (fem/masc changes) my french is rough around the edges :)

“Ohh… mon coeur..”

The words part his lips as an aching gasp, sweet and longing as the sun glazing morning dew. His hands, sweltering, strong, curl around your thighs, settling over the skin with a gentleness only he could know.

A kiss, pressed into the plush of your stomach. The flutter of blonde lashes breathtaking as he melts into your skin. A hunter has no business breaking down like so… no reason beyond his bleeding heart to place kiss after kiss into your flesh, mumbling out whispered praises far closer to prayers.

He sinks down, eyes glowing in the candlelight. Another kiss, burning now, against your waistband.

“There is no treasure finer… no greater gift.” He breathes, fingertips trailing over the lace before he guides it down, down, to your ankles and across the sheets before it ends on the hardwood floors.

Heat pours from his palms as they inch higher, returning to their perch on your thighs- if only to pull them around his scalp.

Another kiss, searing, atop your eager bundle of nerves. Passion, love, seeping through his lips with every touch. Kisses, flicks, he progresses swiftly, trailing his tongue through your slick, plunging inside for a taste…

“Mmh..” He buries himself deeper, eyes fallen shut it bliss. The bed gives him away, creaking quietly beneath his subtle thrusts. How cute… getting off between your legs.

He worships from the inside. Tongue made for loving, stretching your leaky, sweetened walls apart. Licking and kissing and eating like a man starved. “Ma cherie.. so sweet..” he cries out, gasping for air and blinking the adoring haze from his eyes. Sweet? Sweet, he claims, as if he weren’t the one giving so generously. As if he weren’t the one losing his breath to your cunt.

It doesn’t take long, not with a man so devote to your pleasure. He makes quick work of you- knees shaking, thighs wrapped ‘round his skull and yet there’s no complaint. Rook cradles your hips, burying his maw into you, lapping every drop. It’s steaming, dizzying… you can feel the thoughts melting from your head, the tension spilling from your chest- tying a sugary knot in your stomach.

And then it snaps.

He coaxes it out with the tender promise of pleasure. Deeper, hotter, stronger. It washes over you in waves- scorching ecstasy flowing through you, drenching his lips between your shaking thighs. And- by god- Rook really was made for loving… made to kiss your stress away through your dripping cunt and drink your syrupy arousal until neither of you had a thought in your skulls.

He sighs in delight, rocking slowly still, hips rolling into the bed. The sheets are damp now, from the both of you, but the feeling is ignored for this sight, Rook’s hair astray, cum dripping off his lips and over his chin, down the curve of his throat… And his cheeks- red, puffy and streaked. Tears had been shed, the reason clear as he burrows into your thigh, letting out shuttered breaths between quivering kisses. “..hah.. mon trésor..” he slurs, splayed out in your lap as he grinds into the sheets. “… I- oh.. love-”

“Shh.. I know, I love you too.” You coo, carding through his hair, blond locks splitting around your fingers, knots falling apart under your focus, just as the rest of him does.

He chokes- some noise caught between a moan and a gasp. He clings tighter, fingers shaking along your skin, hips twitching forward again and again. Desperate and yearning, fresh tears tumbling down his freckled cheeks. “-dieu.. mon dieu.. mon dieu..” he babbles, emerald irises fighting to stay on yours. He loses, a pathetic whimper choking out his throat as his eyes roll into his skull.

His cock twitches, sweltering, as it pumps out his load. Throbbing and crying out pearly beads of white, trembling out droplets before the dam bursts- sticky streams of pleasure leak out of him, staining his sheets with the evidence of passion. His eyes- dewy viridian hues wet and delirious- rolled back and fluttering. His mouth, slick and drooling, wears arousal like a gloss, lips parted in a pretty little ‘o’.

“Trésor, belle, amour— ohhh- Fuuckk..” he spews, a broken record. Repeating cracked, wobbling adorations between brainless whimpers. Tears stain his cheeks, rolling down your neck as he nestles himself there. All the while, thump, thump, thump, against your depths. His cock- sweet and desperate as Rook himself- spilling lengths of syrupy arousal with every stroke.

He’s rough. Despite the poetry tumbling from love-drunken lips. He pins. You’re prone against his bed- sobbing out into plush pillows and leaking over designer sheets. Rook makes love— but he still cages you like prey, your back pressed to his chest as he fucks into you. He’s flush against you- not an inch apart except for his hips, hitting harder, faster, splitting you apart.

Full, is a suiting word, stuffed another. You’re left drooling- from both ends, a mix of spit, slick and the combined orgasms spill from your cunt with every thrum of his hips.

He calls to you again, murmuring hiccuping praises between kisses to your throat. Hot, searing presses while his hips burn into yours, rocking with the strength of a hearth and the passion of a blaze. Rook’s arms strung taught as the bow he wields, laced around your body, palms burning with his love as they pin you back into him. He buries deeper. Melding your flesh together, binding your hearts, merging your souls.

“Ah— chou- darling…” he pleads, hips twitching, rhythm faltering. Every searing clench, every sugared moan has him teetering on the edge of orgasm. His hold tightens, angled thrusts turn to messy rolling- humping really. Anything to feel your embrace when he’s so, so close..

His hand reaches lower, abandoning the flesh of your waist to rub at your swollen clit. He places kiss after kiss to your throat- his body wrapped around yours. Rook whines- broken mewls and quivering breaths against your shoulder. “Couer— mon couer— please dear- I- oh!—”

It’s timed perfectly.

He spills, red tip pulsing, filling, pouring out streams of hot cum straight into your cunt as it tightens- fluttering, leaking, begging for more. White flashes take over your sight, stars lining your vision until your eyes flutter shut. Your knees buckle, thighs quaking into the sheets with every pulse. Rook does too, collapsed onto you and grinding- as if he could plunge his cock any deeper than he already has. “…beau— beautiful..” he whispers through swollen lips.

There’s a moment of quiet, flustered breaths. The simple rise and fall of Rook’s chest, while he’s still twitching ever so slightly inside. The moment is soft. Gentle in the press of his lips to your jaw the cradle of his hands to your form. And then…

“Just once more, ma chou” he promises, “Let me feel you… just once more.” He swears.

But with a man with love so undying as Rook Hunt, once more could never suffice.

Lowkey the quickest fic I’ve written… mildly concerning. Any advice greatly appreciated (I have no clue how smut should be written send help)

Character divider by myself and the black lace dividers by @strangergraphics !! <33

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hello!! i really love the way you write the obey me boys💛i have a writing request for beel and belphie but i dont think i have the writing ability to actualize it. reader is sleeping with one of the twins in their bedroom before things start getting heated and they try to keep quiet not to wake the other brother (little did they know he mightve been already awake.. or not. ill leave it up to you!). i would love if you could write this for both of the twins, but it's alright if not 👉👈 thank you!!

Hush, Hush

(Took me a while to figure out what direction to go with this! But ultimately I picked just Belphie since I have an idea for Beel slow cooking in my brain microwave. As usual if extra tags or more precise tags are needed, just let me know so I can edit accordingly!)

Belphegor x Reader

Tags: Gender Neutral! Reader, handjob, would this count as public sex?,

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Belphegor’s heated breaths fanned across your neck, his lips following in a slow, gentle drag on your skin. You drew in a silent breath, your hands gripping the back of his shirt as he tugged you closer.

It was late in the night, yet you both were wide awake and growing needier by the minute while Beelzebub snored away across the room. Incredibly risky, yet the way your hearts raced seemed to add to the situation.

Beelzebub was exhausted from a big Fangol game that day, having inhaled a feast during dinner before promptly crashing at bedtime. It was a miracle he hadn’t woken up yet for a second wind.

You had offered to quietly sneak to the attic with Belphegor, just to ensure privacy, but the brat of a demon deemed that too much effort.

Because of course he did.

You bit your lip when he dug his own teeth into your skin, one hand gripping his hair in a silent warning. Neither of you had spoken a word he began this heated tangle of limbs, but now you decided to make that his problem. If he wanted a release that badly, you’d give him one.

Your hand slinked down his front like a snake, pulling a shaky gasp from him as you paused at his groin and rubbed, just barely touching his base.

“(Y/n)—”

You quickly shushed him, your voice barely audible even right by his ear. “Absolute silence, or nothing, got it? Beel needs to sleep and I’d rather not be mortified because you didn’t want to go to the attic.”

Belphegor shuddered, nodding firmly while biting his lip. You waited a moment before continuing down, your hand slipping under his waistband. You watched his face contort, holding back any sound that tried to leave him as you began to stroke his hard length.

You fell into a quick rhythm easily, knowing he liked the faster pace you could deliver and also because you wanted to not risk any more time fooling around with Beelzebub across the room. Belphegor clapped a hand over his mouth in response, pupils blown as he peered at you past his eyelashes. His hips started to buck into your fist, but you were quick to keep him still. The less movement, the less noise.

You reminded him to be quiet with a finger to your lips, feeling his tail brush against your leg before wrapping around it for support. His eyes fluttered shut, both hands over his mouth now as his cock twitched in your grasp.

You leaned forward to kiss his forehead, knowing it would help push him over the edge. He shoved his face into your shoulder, a whimper slipping out as his release coated your hand and the sheets between you. You sigh, exasperated but fond as you reached to grab some tissues from the table next to his bed.

“Feel better?” You murmured, earning a nod as you cleaned up. He made a tired attempt to help you, sluggishly dabbing and wiping at the sheets.

Once clean, you tugged the blanket over both of you, both tucking Belphegor in with you and hiding whatever evidence you couldn’t clean out of the sheets.

It wasn’t until just five minutes after that Beelzebub finally stirred. You chanced a very terrified peek out of one eye over Belphegor’s shoulder, but were relieved to see the other twin still half asleep as he sat up, rubbing crust from his eyes. You could hear his stomach growling, and well, who is the Avatar of Gluttony to ignore it?

Your eyes trailed him until he disappeared out the doorway, and only then did Belphegor speak.

“Think you could sneak in another rou—”

You instantly flicked him in the forehead and rolled over.

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Fic scheduled for 8 AM! (In about 7 n a half hours when I post this)

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Thank you for the delicious Levi fic! Much appreciated :3🙏

-🎀

You’re very welcome!

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Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

At the moment, this will only feature the 3rd years!

Trey Clover

Nothing yet!

Cater Diamond

Nothing yet!

Leona Kingscholar

Nothing yet!

Vil Schoenheit

Nothing yet!

Rook Hunt

Nothing yet!

Idia Shroud

Nothing yet!

Malleus Draconia

Nothing yet!

Lilia Vanrouge

Nothing yet!

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wondering if you could possibly do a smut fic with Levi. Just anything you want with Levi. Please and thank you.

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(*chugs a bottle of tea like it’s a beer before slamming the empty bottle on the table* I GOTCHU BOO IGNORE HOW LONG THIS SAT IN MY INBOX)

Headspin

Leviathan x Reader

Tags: gender neutral reader, blowjob, whiny Levi, hair pulling,

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You pouted, staring at Leviathan’s sprawled out form across the room. He was oh so comfortable in his bean bag chair, tongue caught between his teeth and fingers rapidly tapping away at the buttons of his console that he was putting all his focus into.

At first, you had no problem with it, knowing how hard he would work for certain achievements in his games. You thought whatever he was working on wouldn’t take that long, so you waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Now you were just irritated! Getting off the couch where you had been seated, you practically crawl over to him. At his knees now, his focus still remained on the screen in front of him.

“Ah ha! Finally got it!” He shouted, setting the console aside after the familiar chime of data being saved reached your ears. “Okay, now we ca—AH!”

You could care less if he finally finished whatever he was doing, now mildly upset and a little pent up from the lack of interaction. Your hands were on his thighs, drawing a pitched yelp from him as you tugged him closer, his legs on either side of you now.

“Wh-When did you—?! Why—?!”

“You took too long.” You hummed, and then your lips were on his stomach, your hands trailing up to pull his pants down.

His face was bright red, eyes wide and mouth agape as he found himself frozen, only able to watch as your mouth traveled lower. His breath hitched when his cock was pulled free, a sharp whimper escaping next as you dragged your tongue up the side of it.

“(Y-Y/n)!” He stammered your name, hands hovering over you as if he was stuck between holding you there or pushing you away. You glanced up at him, a silent question on if you could continue, and with a shaking whine he carefully grasped your hair and positioned your mouth closer.

He quickly bit his lip to stifle the sharp yelp that left him, eyes wide but quickly growing hazy with pleasure as he watched his cock disappear into your mouth. You were starting off slow, sliding your tongue along his length before taking him a bit deeper.

His hand instinctively tugged on your hair, asking for more, but when you stayed put he realized what you were up to.

“S-Sorry I made you—hah!—w-wait…” He gasped out, realizing you were going slow on purpose, to make him wait in return, “I w-won’t make you wait aga—”

You teased him, sinking his length into your mouth several inches before returning to the tip. The action pulled a loud groan from him, his free hand slapping over his mouth to muffle himself. The hand in your hair started pulling more insistently, silently begging as a whine built up in Leviathan’s chest.

“Pl-Pleaseee…” His voice was pitched, whiny even when muffled, “You can do whatever you want, just please don’t tease anymore!”

Well, how can you say no after he’s asked so nicely?

Giving in, you took him into your mouth fully, earning a startled whimper at the drastic switch up. Your head bobbed up and down on his length, mostly guided by the hand in your hair.

You glanced upwards, peeking through your hair to see Leviathan practically lost in the pleasure. Pitched moans and even higher whines left him, all poorly buried into his hand. You could feel his cock twitching more and more in your mouth, a sign he was getting close.

His voice stuttered out of him, a poor attempt to call your name and warn you of his incoming orgasm, but he shook so much nothing was coherent. You offered a moan around his weeping cock, trying to guide him over the edge.

A loud cry escaped him as he held you in place, his hips bucking up into your mouth before his cum hit your tongue. You eased him through his orgasm as best you could, not able to move much with how tightly he gripped you.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck—!” Leviathan let out a tight string of curses, voice softening as he slowly came back down from his high. “Oh… oh…”

His grip on you loosened, his face flushed brightly as his pupils wide and hazy. You lifted your head, wiping drool and cum from your chin. “What did we learn?~”

Leviathan could only manage a low whine, lifting his head up from where it had tipped back just in time to see you climbing up to straddle his lap.

Another lesson was in order, it seemed.

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Debating on adding Twisted Wonderland to the fandom list. Least for 3rd years and maybe staff.

Also debating on adding Pokémon characters too, but only a select handful.

I dunno, I’m hella into TWST rn and Corbeau from Pokémon ZA has me in a chokehold

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To the two anons with asks in my inbox (one for Levi, another regarding the twins):

I see you, I am making an attempt to write because I miss writing ngl

(I will also do my best to continue the No Pain Tolerance/Low Stamina Reader series)

🍪🍪🍪🥛 Here’s some cookies n milk as apology lol

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(Dug into my WIPs and found this! Figured I’d finish it up for y’all)

Distraction

Belphegor x Reader

Tags: AFAB Reader, unprotected sex, teeny mention of lesson 16, Belphegor actually doing work for once, fingering, multiple orgasms (reader receiving), biting,

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This week had been rough for you, so much chaos was going on and it was finally getting to you. You were sleeping fine, but you were still so tired. Socially tired. By the end of the week you finally had to find a way to retreat, and so you stole away to the attic.

You sank into the sheets, sighing at their welcoming warmth, shutting your eyes as you let the tension in your form slowly melt away.

You awoke several hours later, bleary eyed as you picked up your phone. You felt minorly guilty about disappearing without a word, but as you scrolled through the texts from the past few hours, you felt that guilt fade.

Lucifer had kept his brothers in tow for the afternoon, Mammon took a break from any schemes to play games with Leviathan. Satan had left some books for you in your room, alongside Asmodeus’ self care package. Beelzebub had wrapped up a large plate for you from the dinner you missed.

And at the beginning of all these texts, Belphegor had told everyone how tired you seemed during classes that day.

You found yourself smiling by the end of your reading, setting your phone aside and rolling over. You nearly leapt out of your skin upon realizing someone was there, soon recognizing Belphegor’s hair peeking out from the blanket as he shifted to press into your front.

“Belphie?” You whispered out to him, voice a bit scratchy from sleep.

He made a hum in response, wrapping his arms around you as he glanced up. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Bit better.” You replied, relaxing in his hold. “Still feel a bit stressed out though… all those tests I gotta study for…”

“It’s Friday night,” Belphegor glowered, as if the mere mention of tests insulted him, “You have all the time in the world to study this weekend.”

“Yeah…” you sighed, frowning at the wall, the previous week still stuck in your mind.

Your thoughts were suddenly shattered as a shiver shot down your spine. Belphegor’s hands had slipped under your shirt, his breath warming your neck as he pressed a sigh into your skin.

“Belphie—?!”

“You need a distraction.” Belphegor spoke matter-of-factly, gently rolling you onto your back as he began to press his lips into your skin, his lips soon finding yours.

You hummed quietly against him, allowing yourself to relax as you returned the kiss, and your ears picked up on the subtle purr in Belphegor’s chest. You latched your arms around his shoulders and neck, holding him close as the kiss deepened. His tongue traced over yours, your breaths hot as they mingled together.

Belphegor’s hands traced along your sides, squeezing your waist before slipping under your shirt again to remove it. The kiss broke with a sharp gasp from you as his hands returned to your skin to squeeze and knead, Belphegor moving to kiss your neck.

Normally, Belphegor would’ve rolled over to let you do the work by now, so he must’ve seen the confusion on your face when he let out a soft laugh.

“I’ll take care of things this time, you need it.”

Warmth flooded through you at his words, your arms pulling him into another kiss as he did away with the rest of the clothing adorning you both.

Ever since the… incident… Belphegor was always careful of where his tail was and what it was doing when it came to you. The appendage would always brush against you slowly, making sure it was welcomed before it gently wrapped around a limb or your waist. And almost every time, you’d happily pull it closer.

Belphegor pressed against you, kissing your neck as his tail gently brushed your side. You arched your back, encouraging it to wrap around your waist, a shaky moan leaving you as the soft fur on the end brushed against your clit.

Heat flooded through your body as his tail tickled your clit before his hands moved to add more pressure, his lips creating mark after mark on your neck. You squirmed under all the attention, whines and quiet moans leaving your throat as the coil only tightened.

“B-Belphie!”

“I’ve got you.”

Your eyes watered as your release washed over you, a garbled moan leaving you as Belphegor’s fingers slipped inside just as it ended. Slowly, he began stretching you out, his forehead pressed to yours as he watched your face.

You were lost in bliss, back arching every now and then as your hands flitted around, unable to find a good place to find purchase. Finally, your nails sank into Belphegor’s back, the sloth demon murmuring praise and soothing words into your ear as you were pushed over the edge once more.

He pulled his hand away to let you catch your breath, already prepared and lined up with your core for when you came down from your high. A bit sluggishly, you turned your head towards his, finding his lips and pulling him into a warm kiss. Your hands came to rest in his hair, grasping onto his horns to ground yourself as you signal you were ready.

The kiss was broken by a sharp gasp from both of you, your head spinning a bit at the tight fit. Belphegor did his best to distract you from the stinging stretch, kissing under your jaw and letting you hear his almost inaudible groans.

You clung to him as your body slowly relaxed, quiet moans leaving you as he started with careful, shallow thrusts before building a steady rhythm. Your hands moved from his horns to wrap around his shoulders, sighing warmly into his neck.

Belphegor turned his head to begin nipping just below your ear, the nip turning into open mouth kisses, which then turned into sucking and careful biting. You were quickly losing coherent thought, but you managed to still come to the conclusion that he really was doing everything in his power to distract you, from anything but himself really.

You blissed out brain slowly narrowed its focus to only him. Where he placed his hands, his lips and teeth, each drag of his cock against your walls. In between your own moans and gasps, you could just make out Belphegor’s own moans, which he tried to bury into the skin of your neck.

You opened your mouth to speak as you gently tugged on his hair, to tell him not to hide his sounds when he pulled a sharp moan from you, his hips snapping into you.

“Belphie!” You whined, hoping you remembered to get him back later when you heard the snicker he tried to hide.

“Quit thinking about things, ‘kay?” He purred, showing off a surprising amount of energy as he sped up. “Just let go.”

Your back arched, pressing your front against him as you gasped. Each thrust led to him striking that spot inside you, pushing you closer and closer to your release. You tried to alert him, only managing to stutter his name past your gasps and moans.

You cried out when his fingers found your clit again, leading to your release after only a few strokes. You felt his weight settle on you moments later, and it was only when you started to come down from your high that you realize he’d worn himself out before he could finish.

Still, it didn’t stop him from throwing you a lazy grin. “Feel better?~”

“Not quite.” You heaved, catching the brief look of confusion on his face before you hooked a leg around him and flipped your positions.

Belphegor gasped as you settled on top of him, groaning as you began to move to help him out. You couldn’t tell if the groan was from annoyance or pleasure.

“This was supposed to be about you!”

“It is!” You chirp, grinning as you duck down to suck a mark into the front of his throat. “I like seeing your face when you’re under me like usual, that’s all.~”

He groaned again, but yielded to you and your whims as you pushed the both of you to another peak.

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(Resurfacing from the dead for this. I almost forgot how annoyingly sexy this butler can be. I also… may have written a lot more than I usually do lmao)

Tension Break

Barbatos x Reader

Tags: AFAB! Reader, Barbatos uses Menace as an affectionate nickname, Barbatos is an absolute tease, marking, fingering, unprotected sex, first time sex, crying, safewords,

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You often stared at Barbatos, the silent question hanging between you. He knew when that day would finally arrive, yet he always danced around the question.

“Will I ever be able to?” You asked into the air one day, lounging in a nearby chair in the laundry room.

“You will.”

Your head shot up, eyes wide as you looked over to Barbatos, who was currently busy ironing a shirt.

That was a new response!

“When?”

Your voice held anticipation, hushed excitement that you failed to hide.

He glanced back, a smile on his face that only served to irritate you with the following response.

“You will.”

Dammit. Of course, he’d never give you specifics.

You’d pestered him with the same question every day after that. But you just got the same response.

“You will.”

God, he was infuriating sometimes!

Yet now, something was different. You occasionally helped out with Barbatos’ chores, just to squeeze in a bit more time with him due to his busy schedule. When you first started this routine, he was against it, saying something about how it was his job, but you stubbornly wormed your way in anyways.

Now though, you’d find him pressing closer than usual. Where his hands used to only brush against your back as he stepped around you in the kitchen, now they were pressed flat against it. His gloved palm an oddly electrifying touch even through the fabric.

You hoped he wouldn’t notice the surprised jolt that hit you when you felt his hand press firmly to your back, or the way your heart sped up hearing his voice right against your ear.

“Pass me that spoon once you’re done washing it. I need to test this dish for a moment.”

You nodded, rinsing the soap off before passing it to him. There was the usual brush of your fingers against his gloved ones as he did a once-over of the spoon before drying it with murmured thanks.

You hoped your cheeks weren’t heated, but the glimmer in his eyes said otherwise.

He was trying to kill you. He had to be. Surely, he knew pressing his chest against your back would only cause heat to strike through your core?

You were helping with laundry, happily folding the dried load as Barbatos set up the next load for the washer. You paused to reach for the soap for him, but alas, demons had to place things so stupidly high.

Warmth enveloped you a moment later, your form veiled in Barbatos’ shadow as he grabbed it himself.

“I appreciate the attempt, (Y/n).” He hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, a bit close to your lips. You couldn’t stop your body from shuddering if you tried, your thighs pressed together to try and quell the sudden heat there.

Barbatos’ smile stretched a bit wider, and then he was back at the washer, continuing his work like nothing ever happened.

Today was a day where Diavolo decided to throw a party, something about a meeting with the other realms going well. You weren’t entirely sure as Diavolo gave you the verbal invitation, too excited to give you the reasoning clearly enough.

But whatever, parties were always a blast, and you had enough power behind you to make any demon think twice about messing with you.

You dressed in your best outfit, asked Asmodeus for pointers on your hair and makeup, and went on your merry way with the brothers to the castle.

The party was bustling, Barbatos as well as many other servants catering and keeping others in line when needed. It was difficult to pin him down for long, the busy butler seemingly even more busy as he sped around the ballroom with various trays.

If he was stressed at all, he didn’t show it. Part of you was a bit jealous at how well he held a poker face.

But you knew that his mind was anywhere but his work, you could feel his eyes on you since you had walked in.

As the night wore on, the party that didn’t seem to be winding down soon was beginning to wear on you. Catching Barbatos’ eye, you nodded towards one of the hallways, your usual signal that you were getting overwhelmed and needed to breathe. He nodded, and his gaze watched up until you disappeared.

You weren’t expecting him to follow you minutes later, his footsteps deliberately loud to catch your attention before his hand gently found your back.

“Hey Barbatos.” You sighed, leaning into his side as he began steering you in a specific direction. “So, did you slip away or did you get permission?~”

He huffed out a quiet laugh at your tease, thumb rubbing shapes into the back of your dress. “The young Lord let me accompany you, there’s enough staff that I can step away for a while.”

“Good. I missed having you to myself.” You smiled, then paused for a moment. “…Where are you leading me?”

“My room.”

It wasn’t his words that made you stumble, it was the way he said them. Gone was the always refined butler, as you didn’t miss the slow unraveling of his composure. His hand tightened around your waist, tugging you closer as his other hand opened his bedroom door.

As soon as the door clicked shut, your back was against it and he was on you. His lips found yours in something needy and heated, the butler finally allowing his carefully placed walls to crumble now that you were alone. His hands held your hips at first, but then quickly began to roam and squeeze. Your breath shuddered when one came to rest at the nape of your neck, holding you as his mouth trailed down to your neck to leave marks.

“I’ve seen this path possibly a hundred times over,” he heaved into your skin, sucking on a patch of skin that pulled a loud sound from you, “but I didn’t expect this outfit to affect me so much until I saw it truly in front of me.”

You gasp, sharp in your throat, as his pronged tail suddenly appeared and slid its way up one leg. It coiled around your thigh, teasing and warm as it rested not quite close enough. Even still, your thighs closed around it and shifted in an attempt to nudge it up further.

Barbatos stubbornly keeps it in place, grinning as he nips your earlobe. “Have you caught on to what I’ve been doing lately?~”

You groan as he sucks under your jaw this time, and with a fistful of his hair you tug him back to meet his gaze. Smug bastard doesn’t even flinch at the pull.

“How could I not notice?” You pant, cheeks sporting a fiery color, “You’ve been so touchy you look almost desperate!”

He laughs as you lean in to deliver your own volley of affectionate attacks to his neck, helping you by loosening the collar of his uniform for you.

“My sweet menace,” he purrs, shifting his tail upwards just enough to make you shiver, “I’m always desperate when it comes to you. I thought perhaps riling you up so much would help your body finally take me, and if you’d allow it, I’d like to try that right now.”

At your eager nod, the hand on the nape of your neck shifted from its featherlight touch to grip your hair. Not harshly, but enough to pull your head back in return. He sucks on your bottom lip, his other hand replacing his tail as he pushes your legs apart.

“Hands or mouth? I need to prepare you, after all.”

“Shouldn’t you already know that answer?~” You quip, jolting when his teeth catch your lip and tug in a playful warning.

“I want to hear it from you, little menace. Verbally.”

You thought for a moment, wondering if you’d be able to handle the image of his head between your legs yet.

“Mm… hands, please. I want those gloves off.”

His grin spelled danger as he leaned back, practically making a show of keeping eye contact while he pulled his gloves off with his teeth.

The last time he did that was when you first attempted to go all the way, but this time felt different. This moment was far more charged than the last time, more heat in the air.

Still, the sight of it didn’t fail to make you shudder, heat and slick growing between your thighs.

“Safeword, dearest?~”

“S-Stoplight colors.”

His hands dipped down at the same time his lips descended on yours, holding that eye contact as his fingers trailed up to your core. You squirmed between him and the door, not quite used to how electric his bare touch felt. He groaned against your lips as his fingers found your underwear, pleased with how wet and heated they felt.

“I see I’ve riled you up quite a bit.~”

“I think that menace nickname you have for me should be yours with how much you tease me.”

He was quick to shut you up with a firm press against your clit, drawing a moan from you as he started with a gentle rolling motion. Your eyelids fluttered, the pleasure nearly overwhelming you as your body was finally being satisfied.

Barbatos pulled back from your lips, content to watch you as you clung to him. His first two fingers rubbed your clit for another minute before he tugged your underwear down to your ankles, quickly getting back to work with a slightly faster pace.

“Cry as loud as you need to,” he whispered into your ear, fingers dipping down a bit further to tease your entrance, “we’re far enough away and my room is sound proof.~”

Your hips pressed against his hand of their own accord, your moans falling into his neck as you kissed and bit at his skin. “Barb—! Please!”

“Please what? Use your words.”

This man.

With a frustrated sound, you sank your teeth into his neck as hard as you could knowing you’d never be able to actually harm him with your blunt teeth. “Barbatos, sink your fingers in me or I swear—nnagh!”

You cry out, loudly in his ear as his fingers sink into you in one fluid motion. You hardly catch his quiet laughter against your ear as he finds that spot inside you almost too easily.

“I’ve got you, my menace. Fall apart whenever you’d like.”

Your couldn’t control your voice even if you wanted to. Loud moans and cries left your lips with each perfectly precise strike to your sweet spot, your legs trembling around his hand.

“B-Barbatos! Can’t—!”

He was quick to hold you upright with his free arm around your waist, his voice warm and soft in your ear. “I won’t let you fall, but if I need to slow down, tell me.”

You shook your head, burrowing into his neck. “J-Just so much—mmf! So close! Please—“

He dipped down to your neck then, ripping a sharp gasp from your throat as his tongue, hot and rough, dragged across your jugular.

You shook apart with a cry so pitched Barbatos almost couldn’t hear it. He was quickly to steady you, shushing and praising you gently as he held you through it.

“There we are. You’re alright, deep breaths for me. That’s it. You did very well.” He murmured against your forehead, words broken up only by the soft kisses he pressed to your skin.

You slumped against him, catching your breath as he carefully picked you up and carried you to his bed. He laid you down, brushing away any stray tears that may have escaped when a second wind hit you.

He was hovering over you, gentle and attentive like he usually was when you needed cared for, but something about the sight of it was different. Heat reignited in your core, and you quickly latched onto the front of his uniform.

“I need more,” you breathed, your hands moving to pull open his buttons. “Please?”

“I’m yours,” his hand took one of yours, his lips gently wrapping around your pulse. “Whatever you please.”

He quickly got you into a more comfortable position, a pillow tucked under your hips and your dress opened up and loosened. Seemed he liked the look of it on you.

He let your hands wander as he navigated the buttons and clasps of his uniform, shedding enough pieces for your bodies to properly meet. His cock rubbed through your folds, waiting only until you murmured “Green” to begin pushing in.

His hands were on you at your first whimper, brushing away tears and squeezing your arms and thighs to help distract you. His eyes never left your face, watching for every minute change as he carefully pushed in inch by inch.

“Does it hurt at all?”

“K-Kind of?” You gasped as he paused, letting your body adjust for a moment, “It… It’s definitely a lot…”

“Are you calling me big?~”

He laughed at the pinch you gave his arm. Still, he was patient, smoothing your hair back and brushing away the tears that were starting to smear your makeup.

You cracked your eyes open as your body started to relax, and were practically blessed by the sight above you.

Even with all his patience, Barbatos looked positively wrecked above you. Sweat was just beginning to form on his furrowed brow, hair disheveled and his horns on full display. His eyes were darker, pupils blown out with adoration and desire. Despite the soft smile he wore, you could see it occasionally twitch with the strain of keeping the rest of him still, hearing a slight heaviness in his breath.

“Green, please.”

There was the smallest sigh of relief before he continued pushing in, both of you sharing a moan when he was fully seated inside you.

“Green.” You repeated yourself before he even had a chance to ask, your legs shifting apart a bit more as his hips slid back before thrusting forward.

The slick sound of skin on skin was buried under your loud moans, because somehow, Barbatos had found your sweet spot immediately.

Tears of pleasure fell this time, falling faster than Barbatos could catch. Your voice wobbled, but you were quick to hook your legs around his waist before he could mistake the sound for pain.

You felt his heated breath on your neck, one hand tilting your head to get more room. “That’s it. Doing so well.”

He bit down on your skin, beginning to decorate your skin with dark marks again. You clenched around him, which rewarded you with a genuine moan from him delivered straight into your ear.

“Fuck… Barbatos!” Your hips rolled against his, desperate to hear him lower his guard and fall apart some more before he pushed you over the edge you were rapidly approaching. He pushed himself up to hover over you, looking even more wrecked than before as he thrust a bit faster, harder.

Past your own cries, you could hear him moaning above you, barely able to get a proper sentence out.

“S-Shit, you… you feel so good… Let go for me, my beautiful menace.”

He leaned in to rasp his tongue across your bottom lip, muffling your moans as it delved into your mouth just as your orgasm hit. You shook around him, whimpering at how tight everything felt.

You came down from your high just in time to feel his hot release hit your thighs, his low groan in your ear as his cock finally softened against you.

You were still catching your breath when you looked up at him, feeling him brush your hair back from your sweaty forehead. He looked even more disheveled from before, just as sweaty as you as his hair stuck out from its usual perfect placement.

His lips were on yours a beat later, far softer than the heated passion he was delivering just moments ago.

As you relaxed under him, his voice, low and warm, breathed into your ear. “Rest, my wonderful menace. I’ll take care of you.”

“I still think that should be your nickname.”

You smiled wide at the laugh pressed into your throat.

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New Barbatos fic coming out in about 2 hours and 20 mins at the time of posting this :)

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Working on Barbatos’ fic rn, but hopefully I’ll get back to cooking for us all ✌️

Nicknames they give the Reader

(If you haven’t guessed these are for my Low Stamina, No Pain Tolerance series, but maybe they’ll show up again in the future)

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You should totally make the low stamina, low pain tolerance thingy a series. *I say, clutching my diavolo plush*

Ooo maybe I should~ 👀 Would def take a while, I’m rusty on some characters and haven’t ever written for others

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How about reader with very little stamina and pain tolerance but this time with Lucifer👀

U know, I love U💋❤

(*kicks down door* Thank you for your contribution, soldier 🫡 also hello Obey Me fandom, long time no see. (I’ve been in the Twisted Wonderland trenches on my SFW writing acc lmao))

Relief

Lucifer x Reader

Tags: AFAB! Reader, reader has very little stamina and pain tolerance, oral (reader receiving), first time sex, unprotected sex, consent is ✨sexyyyy✨, safewords, gentle biting, gentle Lucifer too 👀,

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Despite all the many times Lucifer had given you that look, he never once tried to push past your barriers. Your comfort was his command, so intensely that he might lose his mind if he ever pushed your boundaries. He didn’t want you to shy away after all, he dreamed of the day he could look upon you with pride as you unraveled.

Sure, you've definitely felt the full effect of his mouth and fingers, but thanks to your low stamina you were quickly worn out after only a few orgasms. A shame your body needed them if you wanted a comfortable experience taking Lucifer's cock.

You weren't sure if tongue and fingers already counted, but you both longed for the day to fully reach bliss with him.

Something was different today, perhaps you'd gotten some extra sleep, or something you had eaten recently gave you a boost, but as Lucifer's tongue prods and licks at your folds you can't help but want more.

You pant through the tail end of your orgasm, blinking your eyes open as Lucifer sits up with your slick dripping from his lips before he wipes it away.

“You look troubled, darling.” he observes your face, the slight furrow in your brow, “What’s wrong?”

“I want more.” You reply, tugging him closer and rolling your hips against his.

He groaned, cock straining behind fabric. “Are you sure?”

You nod, reaching to unbutton his pants. “Please, Lucifer.”

He ducks down to kiss and nip at your neck, pulling soft and sweet sounds from you as he helps remove his pants. “What’s your word, darling?”

“Stoplight colors.” You gasp, body jolting when his cock lines up and starts to push in.

Lucifer nods, pulling back from your neck to watch your face. His hands find yours and holds them, murmuring quiet praise as he moves in inch by inch. You whimper out ‘Yellow’ when he bottoms out, biting your lip as you adjust against the stretching pain.

He nods again with a groan, breath and voice caught in his throat. His grip tightens for a moment, your walls squeezing him and driving him a little mad.

“You’re fine,” he finally breathes, voice a bit heavy with restraint, “I’ve waited this long, I don’t mind waiting a bit more for you to catch up.”

You pant a bit, listening to Lucifer’s still strained but hushed voice as he kisses your face and gives reassurance. “You’re doing so well, my light. Deep breaths, okay? I won’t be upset if you can’t handle it right now.”

You nod and follow his instruction, mumbling out ‘Green’ when your body finally loosens all it can. A shuddering hiss of breath leaves you as Lucifer starts to slowly move, dragging his cock out before carefully pushing back in.

It felt nice, but there was a lingering ache from the stretch, no matter how gentle Lucifer was trying to be.

Lucifer noticed the furrow to your brow, leaning down to nuzzle into the deep blue pact mark resting beautifully on your neck. A few kisses were placed to it, a contemplative hum in his throat as he shared your pleasure and pain for a moment.

“That won’t do.” He murmured as he stopped the movement of his thrusts, carefully lifting your hips with one arm while sliding a small pillow under them with the other. “While I do enjoy the mix of pain and pleasure, I don’t want that for you for your true first time.”

He nosed at your neck again, lips following in slow, heated kisses, focusing on where his mark laid knowing it would send delightful tingles through your veins. “You, my dear,” kiss “are precious to me.” kiss “I want you to feel,” kiss “nothing but bliss right now.”

You were relaxing more and more under his touch, a soft sound slipping past your lips. You felt his teeth next, melting with how gentle even his bites were. They weren’t enough to mark or bruise, but the soft squeeze of your skin between his teeth had you whispering a sigh as he dragged you further into a slight haze.

A moan suddenly erupts from you when he moves, resting as he pulls his cock almost all the way out and quickly sinks back in, slow but deep as he starts to set a gentle but passionate pace. You squirm a bit, your body adjusting again before it falls into rhythm with him, pure pleasure swimming in your blood now.

You cry out his name, hooking your legs around his waist as he holds you to him.

“That’s it, that’s my sweet light.” He whispers against your skin, the praise pulling another moan from you. “You’re doing so, so well. I’m proud of you. You feel wonderful, you know that?”

You keen softly at his words, trembling in the best way possible as each thrust drags on your walls and fills the room with the sound of skin on skin.

Your back arches slightly as he shifts, suddenly hitting that spot inside you. His arms quickly hook under you to hold you in that position as he instinctively moves a bit faster, his moan partially muffled into your neck. Your hands, which had grabbed at his back and hair, feel his horns and wings make themselves known. Your fingers twitch, one hand gripping a horn while the other tries so desperately not to dig your nails in.

You cry out his name, voice tight and desperate for him. You were teetering on the edge, so close to release, to falling apart.

“It’s alright, (Y/n).” He hissed, close to an orgasm himself, “Scratch if you must, I’m there with you.”

The request leaves you before you can even fully process it in your mind. “F-Faster?”

Lucifer shuddered at your request, nodding as he burrow further into your neck for a moment. “Anything for you, sweet light, anything.”

His hips picked up speed, his lips kissing their way up your neck, your jaw, and then to your lips. You cracked your eyes open for a moment, swearing your saw deep blue taking over the red in his adoring eyes.

You let out a whimpered moan, letting your nails dig in and drag across the back of his neck and shoulders. The still so gentle bites he then added to your neck threw you over, your body jolting with a sharp cry as your walls squeezed him, gushing around him while simultaneously milking him dry.

You barely catch the moaned grunt in your ear, warmth flooding your gut as his hips stuttered to stop. Once down from your high, the ache of fatigue quickly set in, cutting a wince into your features as you whined up at him.

Lucifer, admittedly still a bit dazed himself, sat up a bit to look at you. “Was that a bit too much for your current stamina, dear?”

You nodded, hands slowly releasing his upper back and horns. “R-Red, please… too tired now…”

He was quick to pull out, careful not to jostle you or make the ache worse. He peppered your face in featherlight kisses, murmuring praise and adoration after each one. He pulled back after a bit, brushing hair out of your face. “Let’s head to the bath, sweet light. Then we can crawl back into bed clean and relaxed again.”

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