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obey-my-masters

Mar 30

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We're getting close to the end here... Simeon is the only one left now 👀

M!Reader below the F!Reader

TWs: nsfw, Masturbation, magic kink, mentions of Creampie

SOLOMON Masturbating to F!Reader

It was perfectly human, right? To feel the need to touch something, to want something that one perhaps could not obtain – although Solomon always found ways to obtain things he wants –, to crave something that one hasn’t felt in a long time; power, devotion, love. To think of things or beings that simply hadn’t crossed one's mind before, that kept their distance from one’s thoughts as much as possible? And yet, still, he finds himself thinking of you in moments of great trouble, to hear your thoughts and advice on the topic. He finds himself thinking of you in moments of great happiness, when he just wants to share the joy he feels with you. He also finds himself thinking of you in tranquility, when you float gently on his mind, never much disturbing, but always present. And right now? He finds you on his mind while heat and arousal course through him, something he’s been ignoring for a while now. But it’s perfectly human, right?

Honestly, Solomon hadn’t felt this way in a very long time. Usually he puts on some porn, gets things taken care of, and then goes on with his merry life - no time to waste when there’s so many more things to learn and see and do. Sometimes he will order someone to take care of him; hell, he has even commanded some demons to take care of his sexual needs, but those are rare occasions. Solomon likes to flirt, the thrill, the chase, but he prefers to then finish the story in his head on his own accord, not wanting those random strangers to say too much back to him… and yet, he finds himself only thinking of you lately. He finds himself building scenarios in his mind based on what you had said earlier. Sometimes he replays the whole conversation in his head, trying to find anything he may have missed: a change of voice, a subtle movement, your heart racing or even a spell you might have put him under.

It doesn’t bother him, per se, but he’s desperately trying to reign his thoughts and feelings back in, trying to justify that it was only natural, only human, for him to be attracted to you. You’re beautiful, after all. What isn’t normal anymore is how much of his thoughts you overtake. It’s not just rubbing one out anymore, no. He thinks of worshipping you, of keeping you at his side, knowing that you won’t push him; that you would still allow him freedom. Your open nature and adoration for him as a person, not just a powerful sorcerer, is what draws him closer. He’d never want to put you in a corner or suffocate you, but hell, right now you’re suffocating him and the funny thing is, he also needs you to breathe. “God…” he mumbles to none other than himself. A hand moves up to run through his white locks, gripping strands of hair before releasing again. It’s driving him crazy, you’re driving him crazy. He has half a mind to call you right now and have you explain yourself over the phone and another half a mind to conjure up an image of you to get himself off. Both options don’t sit right in his heart, although his cock seems to jump to attention at the idea of an image, of you, being conjured up right before Solomon’s very eyes.

Palming his erection down, for now, Solomon gets rid of his coat and shirt, throwing it somewhere. The moment the cool air of his air conditioned room hits the skin of his bare chest, he lets out a sigh of relief. His cock goes back down almost immediately, not liking the coolness that seems to brush across the rest of its master and Solomon can’t help but grin triumphantly. His hands come up to lock behind his head as he paces the room, feeling the warm Devildom air slowly become replaced by something artificially cool. Still, it doesn’t take long for his body to heat up again with thoughts of you. Simple memories of the two of you sitting beneath a tree in the courtyards at RAD, studying your day away while you teased each other, your shoulder always bumping into his when you mention another silly joke. It made him laugh then, but right now all he can think about is the phantom feeling of your shoulder bumping against his.

“(Y/N)... what are you doing to me?” he speaks into the silence of his room. His eyes scan around, noting the desk full of paper and cursed books, the carpet that tickles beneath his bare toes, because the first thing Solomon does when he’s alone is kick off his shoes and socks. But he also notes how vast and empty his bed seems and he starts to wonder how it would feel to have you in it. His cock is already coming to life again and he groans in frustration. “Maybe a cold shower…” he mumbles, forcing his eyes away from the silky sheets as he makes his way to the bathroom. Quickly, he turns on the shower, keeping it extra cold as he sheds off the rest of his clothes. Solomon eyes himself in the mirror for a moment, noting the tattoos and pact marks that adorn his body, along with the little silver metal adorning the tip of his still half cock. The decision to get a prince albert was a random one; he saw it in a porno somewhere and decided that it would suit him as well. He’s been debating on whether or not he should add a jacob’s ladder to it, although he doesn’t want to scare you off or overwhelm— “argh, fuck!” there he goes again, thinking of you.

He forces his eyes away from the mirror and forces his feet into the shower. A shudder runs through his whole body as the coldness of the water hits him. He’s beginning to shiver in no time, but his feet stay planted firmly to the ground. He watches the water roll off his arms, his white locks falling into his eyes. His muscles are stiff from the coldness, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to enjoy it. Taking his shampoo, a recommendation from Asmodeus, he squeezes some into his hand before lathering up his hair. The shampoo smells of cinnamon and cedarwood, an oddly sweet masculine smell that he made sure to thank Asmodeus for the tip for. Would you like the smell? Have you noticed it yet? He’s been using the shampoo for quite some time now. “You always smell good to me.” your sweet voice rings in his ear and his eyes shoot open, scanning the empty bathroom as shampoo falls into his eyes. He winces, quickly washing everything out of his hair and eyes. “A trick…” he mumbles, trying to continue his shower routine.

Goosebumps are ever present on his skin thanks to the coldness of the water. The body wash is next; it’s from the same brand so the scents don’t mix and instead keep him smelling the same all over. Slowly, he starts rubbing across his arms and chest, finding himself teasing his own nipple before snapping back out of it. What would it be like to flick over your nipples? would they react immediately to his touch? His mind wanders to times where he may have seen your nipples poke through your shirt and he chuckles softly at the memory, imagining that it was his presence that got them hard. “Good girl…” he breathes out, his foamy hand moving across his abdomen and down to his navel. He takes in a sharp breath when he reaches his dick, which stands at attention again. His eyes snap open. When did they close? Why is he hard again? Solomon swallows a groan, turning the water from cold to hot. If you’re going to keep plaguing his mind, he might as well have fun with it. After all, it is only human, right?

His foamy hand wraps around his cock, marveling at how hard he is. His little friend, which isn’t little at all, had gotten neglected lately, he will admit that. Thick veins run along his shaft and the prince Albert is coated in precum. Now, how did that happen? Solomon closes his eyes again, using his other hand to steady himself on the shower wall. His mind drifts to your nipples again, imagining your perfect breasts naked in his grasps. His fingers are kneading them, his thumbs brushing over and playing with the hardened nipples. You’d feel so soft beneath his hands and he’d marvel at how sensitive you are to his touch. “You don’t know for how long I’ve wanted this, Solomon.” Your words make him take in a sharp breath, although he’s quick to retort, “Yeah? Naughty girl… tell me exactly what you’ve been dreaming about.” He knows it would end him, knows your words would absolutely send him over the edge, but he loves to torture himself just as much as he loves to toy with you.

His hand is slowly stroking his thick shaft. Solomon is definitely above human average, but not a monster like the demons around him. He fills out nicely, his cock promising pleasure regardless of size. “I’ve been dreaming of you touching me, teasing me, and even using me.” Another sharp breath. Solomon furrows his brows together, concentrating on the mental image of your bare chest presented to him. He wants to wrap his mouth around the hardened nipples, biting and humming in agreement when you mention your dreams of him. “Using you? How would you like me to use you?” His tongue would swirl around your nipple before he sucks tenderly on the nub, causing a soft moan to escape your pretty lips. God, he’s such a goner for you. He imagines moving his lips down your breasts, over your stomach until he stops at the waistband of your RAD skirt; he was always a sucker for school uniforms.

“You can use me… however you want… sometimes I want you to worship every inch of my body…” oh and he would. Maybe not the first time but he’d come back for more, rest assured. “... other times I want you to ruin me…” He could do that too, pound and piston into your tight, slick cunt until you’re dripping with nothing but his cum. He’d use you as his personal cumdumpster, perhaps even over a few days? The strokes on his shaft become more erratic at the thought and he quickly shakes his head, trying to get rid of the mental image. No, he wants to enjoy this right now. “and then other times I simply think of you teasing me, perhaps with a little magic… ghosting over my skin. It’s you, but you never touch me, not really, and still, you have all the same affect on and control over me.” Oh, that did it. Fuck, the things he could do to you through magic alone.

His cock twitches eagerly in his hands as if it were approving of his line of thought. Solomon finds himself moving back from the mental image of you, deciding to make at least one of your dreams come true. Magic courses through his veins and out against your skin where his mouth and hands had just been. At first, it would feel all consuming to you until you start to make out the specific spots where the magic feels more prominent: your wrists, which are restraint, your ankles which are pushed apart and your inner thighs which seem to take note of tendril-like slithers against the sensitive skin there. Should he show you how his magic moves? Make it darken against your skin so you can make it out with your eyes? He chuckles to himself, a smirk playing on his lips; no. “Let this be a surprise…” he mumbles. Slowly, his magic would poke at your heat and Solomon would watch your reactions intently. The way you gasp, the way your body wiggles, or at least tries to, to get closer to his magic and have more of it on your heat, is just beautiful.

“Let me make you feel good, babygirl.” Ohh he knows that petname would do things to you, you had mentioned it at some point, just like you had mentioned before that you were into restraining, being completely at the mercy of your partner. His thumb brushes over the tip of his cock, a loud moan echoing off the shower walls as he feels how sensitive he is. God, you’re driving him wild and you’re not even here. What would it feel like to push into you, doesn’t matter if it’s magic or cock, both are a part of him. He can feel your pulse quicken beneath his touch, feel the way your cunt moves to produce more slickness while he caresses over your clit. It’s subtle, feather-light, but it makes you shudder all the same. Slowly, you’d feel something push past the panties beneath your skirt and open you up. A magic tendril that seems to fill you just as much as Solomon’s real cock would. He watches intently at seeing your walls spread so nicely for him and he definitely has a nice view of your dripping cunt. It might look empty, but it most certainly is not.

A loud moan rings in his ears as his magic enters you, another tendril-like feeling stays on your clit, slowly rolling as he begins to thrust in and out of your tight hole. “that’s a good girl, taking me so well.” he would praise, watching you give yourself completely to him. His own moans become louder, echoing off the bathroom walls once again. He has a steady, firm grip on his cock as he continues to stroke himself to release, the warm water mimicking the heat of your cunt. His thumb rubs over the pierced tip every time his hand moves back up and Solomon shudders at the feeling. How would your hands feel and look wrapped around him?

“Solomon!” but the sound of his name being moaned so loudly pulls him back into his fantasies. His magic is completely filling you, more tendril-like things coursing over your body. They stroke your lower abdomen, your inner thigh; they flick over your sensitive nipples and wrap around the swell of your breasts. The one on your clit has sped up its movements and the one resembling Solomon’s cock is pistoning in and out of you now. Your moans echo off the walls, your body in complete submission to what he wants to do with you. Once again, his cock twitches and he knows he’s close.

“Cum for me, (Y/N). Let me see you come apart for me.” He’d encourage you, teasing your body even more. Your mouth hangs open as breathless cries of pleasure leave your lips and Solomon has half a mind to change his fantasies into one of you on your knees, sucking him off. A shudder runs through, his strokes becoming more erratic. “I’m close…” he breathes out to no one but himself, gritting his teeth. Your breasts are bouncing from the sheer force he uses with his magic, your cunt tightening so nicely around it. “That’s it… be a good girl and let go.” His eyes light up with triumph when he feels your cunt spasm around his magic, your breasts pushing up into the feeling. You’re milking him for all he’s worth, even though nothing is truly inside you. Just how good would it feel to really fill you up? To give you creampie after creampie? To fill your cunt, knowing you’re just as taken by him as he is with you.

“argh..!” Solomon lets out a long, loud moan as he cums. Long, thick ropes of his seed spray onto the shower walls and down on the floor. His hand is covered, working to stroke out his orgasm, although his balls feel tight with release long after the first spurts come out. He shudders, slowly opening his eyes to watch the water from the shower fall on his body. Soft panting can be heard, the glass walls of the shower completely steamed up and for a moment he wonders if that only came from the hot water. Fuck, you looked so good coming undone for him, lost in absolute bliss and all he did was use some magic. His gaze is focused on his cock as he imagines all the things he could truly do to you; he doesn’t even notice that his hard-on never left. Slowly, he turns the shower off after watching the last remains of his cum be washed down the drain before stepping out and beginning to dry off. His chest is moving rapidly post-orgasm and all the jerking off really did was make him want you more.

Perhaps you felt the magic? Felt how it caressed your body and played with your most sensitive parts? Perhaps he accidentally sent a true wave of it to where you are laying right now?

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SOLOMON masturbating to M!Reader

Goosebumps are ever present on his skin thanks to the coldness of the water. The body wash is next; it’s from the same brand so the scents don’t mix and instead keep him smelling the same all over. Slowly, he starts rubbing across his arms and chest, finding himself teasing his own nipple before snapping back out of it. What would it be like to flick over your nipples? would they react immediately to his touch? His mind wanders to times where he may have seen your nipples poke through your shirt and he chuckles softly at the memory, imagining that it was his presence that got them hard. “Good boy…” he breathes out, his foamy hand moving across his abdomen and down to his navel. He takes in a sharp breath when he reaches his dick, which stands at attention again. His eyes snap open. When did they close? Why is he hard again? Solomon swallows a groan, turning the water from cold to hot. If you’re going to keep plaguing his mind, he might as well have fun with it. After all, it is only human, right?

His foamy hand wraps around his cock, marveling at how hard he is. His little friend, which isn’t little at all, had gotten neglected lately, he will admit that. Thick veins run along his shaft and the prince Albert is coated in precum. Now, how did that happen? Solomon closes his eyes again, using his other hand to steady himself on the shower wall. His mind drifts to your nipples again, imagining your perfect chest naked in his grasps. His fingers are kneading your flesh, his thumbs brushing over and playing with the hardened nipples. You’d feel so soft beneath his hands and he’d marvel at how sensitive you are to his touch. “You don’t know for how long I’ve wanted this, Solomon.” Your words make him take in a sharp breath, although he’s quick to retort, “Yeah? Naughty boy… tell me exactly what you’ve been dreaming about.” He knows it would end him, knows your words would absolutely send him over the edge, but he loves to torture himself just as much as he loves to toy with you.

His hand is slowly stroking his thick shaft. Solomon is definitely above human average, but not a monster like the demons around him. He fills out nicely, his cock promising pleasure regardless of size. “I’ve been dreaming of you touching me, teasing me, and even using me.” Another sharp breath. Solomon furrows his brows together, concentrating on the mental image of your bare chest presented to him. He wants to wrap his mouth around the hardened nipples, biting and humming in agreement when you mention your dreams of him. “Using you? How would you like me to use you?” His tongue would swirl around your nipple before he sucks tenderly on the nub, causing a soft moan to escape your pretty lips. God, he’s such a goner for you. He imagines moving his lips down your chest, over your stomach until he stops at the waistband of your RAD uniform pants; he was always a sucker for school uniforms.

“You can use me… however you want… sometimes I want you to worship every inch of my body…” oh and he would. Maybe not the first time but he’d come back for more, rest assured. “... other times I want you to ruin me…” He could do that too, pound and piston into your tight, slick hole until you’re dripping with nothing but his cum. He’d use you as his personal cumdumpster, perhaps even over a few days? The strokes on his shaft become more erratic at the thought and he quickly shakes his head, trying to get rid of the mental image. No, he wants to enjoy this right now. “and then other times I simply think of you teasing me, perhaps with a little magic… ghosting over my skin. It’s you, but you never touch me, not really, and still, you have all the same affect on and control over me.” Oh, that did it. Fuck, the things he could do to you through magic alone.

His cock twitches eagerly in his hands as if it were approving of his line of thought. Solomon finds himself moving back from the mental image of you, deciding to make at least one of your dreams come true. Magic courses through his veins and out against your skin where his mouth and hands had just been. At first, it would feel all consuming to you until you start to make out the specific spots where the magic feels more prominent: your wrists, which are restraint, your ankles which are pushed apart and your inner thighs which seem to take note of tendril-like slithers against the sensitive skin there. Should he show you how his magic moves? Make it darken against your skin so you can make it out with your eyes? He chuckles to himself, a smirk playing on his lips; no. “Let this be a surprise…” he mumbles. Slowly, his magic would poke at your back hole and Solomon would watch your reactions intently. The way you gasp, the way your body wiggles, or at least tries to, to get closer to his magic and have more of it in your hole, is just beautiful.

“Let me make you feel good, babyboy.” Ohh he knows that petname would do things to you, you had mentioned it at some point, just like you had mentioned before that you were into restraining, being completely at the mercy of your partner. His thumb brushes over the tip of his cock, a loud moan echoing off the shower walls as he feels how sensitive he is. God, you’re driving him wild and you’re not even here. What would it feel like to push into you, doesn’t matter if it’s magic or cock, both are a part of him. He can feel your pulse quicken beneath his touch, feel the way your hole moves to adjust to him all while he caresses over your own cock. It’s a subtle, feather-light touch, but it makes you shudder all the same. Slowly, you’d feel something push past the boxers beneath your pants and open you up. A magic tendril that seems to fill you just as much as Solomon’s real cock would. He watches intently at seeing your walls spread so nicely for him and he definitely has a nice view of your ass. It might look empty, but it most certainly is not.

A loud moan rings in his ears as his magic enters you, another tendril-like feeling stays on your cock, slowly stroking in rhythm as he begins to thrust in and out of your tight hole. “that’s a good boy, taking me so well.” he would praise, watching you give yourself completely to him. His own moans become louder, echoing off the bathroom walls once again. He has a steady, firm grip on his cock as he continues to stroke himself to release, the warm water mimicking the heat of your body. His thumb rubs over the pierced tip every time his hand moves back up and Solomon shudders at the feeling. How would your hands feel and look wrapped around him?

“Solomon!” but the sound of his name being moaned so loudly pulls him back into his fantasies. His magic is completely filling you, more tendril-like things coursing over your body. They stroke your lower abdomen, your inner thigh; they flick over your sensitive nipples and wrap around your neck gently, squeezing softly but never enough to cut off air. The one on your dick has sped up its movements and the one resembling Solomon’s cock is pistoning in and out of you now. Your moans echo off the walls, your body in complete submission to what he wants to do with you. Once again, his cock twitches and he knows he’s close.

“Cum for me, (Y/N). Let me see you come apart for me.” He’d encourage you, teasing your body even more. Your mouth hangs open as breathless cries of pleasure leave your lips and Solomon has half a mind to change his fantasies into one of you on your knees, sucking him off. A shudder runs through, his strokes becoming more erratic. “I’m close…” he breathes out to no one but himself, gritting his teeth. Your balls are bouncing from the sheer force he uses with his magic, your hole tightening so nicely around it. “That’s it… be a good boy and let go.” His eyes light up with triumph when he feels your hole spasm around his magic, your chest pushing up from the bed as your balls visibly tighten, moving up. You’re milking him for all he’s worth, even though nothing is truly inside you. Just how good would it feel to really fill you up? To give you creampie after creampie? To fill your ass, knowing you’re just as taken by him as he is with you.

Perhaps you felt the magic? Felt how it caressed your body and played with your most sensitive parts? Perhaps he accidentally sent a true wave of it to where you are laying right now?

#obey me #obey me solomon

obey-my-masters

Mar 28

scintilans

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#obey me #obey me satan

obey-my-masters

Nov 19, 2025

another-lost-mc

Lucifer pretends not to know what is you’re doing when you send him sexy texts while he’s working away at RAD. He would rather do all the things you’re describing in person anyway, but alas, he must finish this paperwork for the student council first. And don’t you have class anyway? So maybe he doesn’t respond in the way you want him to but all it does drive you to more extreme methods.

He thinks the ding of his DDD is another attempt at enticing him to sext with you while you’re both busy at RAD but when he opens the text, it’s an image of you halfway undressed in the bathroom stall. That makes him do a double take. Oh, so that’s how you want to play? All right then.

Lucifer: Stay right where you are. I’m on my way.

➤ mid-day run | lucifer x reader

0.8k words | nsfw | gn!reader

cw: inappropriate use of RAD bathroom stalls; semi-public sex; slight degradation

The bathroom fills with the soft sounds of skin slapping against skin. Lucifer barely had to prepare you with his thick, gloved fingers—your body was stretched and dripping with anticipation for him. It only took a moment for him to unbuckle his pants and shimmy them low around his hips so his cock could spring free. The first deep thrust knocked the air out of you, and he buried his own groan in your shoulder. “You little slut, have you always been so needy?”

Your only response is a keening whine from the back of your throat, and he muffles the noise with two of his fingers. You swallow around them and taste yourself mixed with the earthy leather. There’s not much room to move, and Lucifer’s fingers curled around your hip and against the base of your throat keep you exactly where he wants you. All you can do is try to match his unsteady rhythm and chase the pleasure only he can offer you. You arch your back to try and draw him in deeper, so the fat tip of his cock keeps grazing that spongy spot hidden inside that makes your toes curl in your shoes.

He knows exactly what you're trying to do, but there's a lesson to be learned first. He presses down against your throat with the tiniest bit of pressure as he breathes a chuckle close to your ear. “You send me filthy messages, seduce me to come fuck you where anyone could find us, and you think you deserve to cum?”

“I couldn’t h-help it, I wanted you so bad—“

He cuts off your feeble excuses with a sharp snap of his hips, suddenly changing his pace to a deep, slow grind inside you instead of the disjointed thrusting from moments before. “Your grades aren’t good enough to be this distracted by lust, you sinful little creature.” His voice rumbles with a purr in your ear, and you know some of the annoyance is genuine. “We’re going to walk out of here, sweaty and reeking of sex, and whose fault will that be, hmm?” He bites your earlobe when you don’t respond—not enough to hurt, but enough to clear the pleasurable fog clouding your mind.

“It’s my fault,” you whimper. Your cheeks burn with frustration and humiliation in equal measure. He’s not moving at all anymore, simply warming his cock with your body while he reminds you what happens when you play these little games.

“Not such a dumb slut after all,” he murmurs. He kisses your neck and starts thrusting again, fast and rough and purposeful. The hand around your neck slides down your body and starts stroking between your legs. His hand around your hip holds you up when your knees buckle at the force of your orgasm hurtling out of nowhere.

One of your hands is braced against the stall, but you reach back with the other until your fingers find purchase in his hair, messy and damp with sweat. He groans when you tug on the black-grey locks, and he glances down so he can watch his cock disappear inside you. “Where do you want me to cum?” he asks, offering a small mercy because he knows some of his options are messier than others. “All over your pretty little ass?" He smacks you lightly and then gropes the soft, fatty flesh with his fingers in apology. "Or between your thighs?”

You shake your head desperately. “Inside, please, I wanna feel all of you. I'm so close, I can’t—“ You shake as your orgasm washes over you first. Your body squeezes him and it drags pleasure from him too, and you both cum together. You bite into the sleeve of your uniform to muffle your cries while he bites his lip and grunts through his release. He pumps his hips until he’s completely emptied. His cum starts dribbling down the inside of your thigh when his softening cock slips free.

He tucks himself back into his pants while you catch your breath. He keeps one arm wrapped around you; your legs are still trembling and he doesn't want you to fall. His other hand reaches for the handkerchief he keeps in his pocket so you can clean yourself up. He happens to glance down and he realizes there's something captivating about the way your cum-slicked thighs glisten in the harsh light overhead. He pulls his D.D.D. from his pocket instead and you look over your shoulder, brows furrowed until your eyes widen with realization. “You look charming like this," he teases with a smirk as he takes a picture. Your face and chest are blurry in the photo; the swell of your bare ass and the mess between your legs are crystal-clear. It's a lovely memento of your time together, and he can't wait for the opportunity to tease you with it when you least expect it.

#obey me #obey me lucifer

obey-my-masters

Nov 19, 2025

another-lost-mc

BARBATOS masterlist

➤ Fics

Comfort (cw: bullying, hurt/comfort)

Making a Claim (vampire!au, gn!reader, nsfw)

The Last Dance (afab!reader, nsfw)

➤ Poly & Multi-Pairing fics

Feel the Heat: Royals Edition (threesome, heat dynamics, afab!reader, nsfw)

➤ Short Fics/Thirsts

Making a pact with Barbatos

The ways he loves (gn!reader, nsfw)

Kisses on the battlefield

His demon form horns (gn!reader, nsfw)

Dinner with barbatos (Nightbringer timeline)

The night is young

Bittersweet

The prince's bath time

➤ Series

The Creepy Castle [ series info ]

Part I: Serptentine (gn!reader, nsfw, cw: implied somnophilia)

Part II: Hospitality (afab!reader, nsfw, cw: drugging, implied somnophilia)

Part III: Pet (gn!reader, nsfw, cw: forced imprisonment, starvation/forced feeding, animal cruelty)

➤ SFW Headcanons

Dining with the Dateables

MC is reborn in the Celestial Realm

When MC faints/has a panic attack

When MC makes them a Margiela "kiss" shirt

When movies make them cry

What they wear to see Barbie

When MC is scared of snakes

Watching over your human family

How the Little D's act when MC dates the Avatars of Sin

Shadow-walking with MC

How the Little D's act when MC dates Barbatos

When MC is a professional F1 driver

When they turn into their onesie animal

Sharing the same birthday with MC

When MC needs surgery

➤ NSFW Headcanons

When MC needs a little TLC (gn! + afab!reader)

When they go down on you (afab!reader)

When MC is quiet in bed (gn!reader)

When MC sends them audio porn (gn!reader)

Where they bite MC (as vampires) (gn!reader)

Would they use a love potion on MC? (gn!reader, cw: implied dubcon/noncon)

Lactation kink headcanons (gn!reader)

When they find out MC has a FWB (gn!reader)

When they find out Solomon is MC's FWB (gn!reader)

How they mark MC (gn!reader, cw: implied dubcon/noncon)

➤ Return to the Obey Me! Masterlist

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