Welcome to Kaede’s little corner of the Internet, where I stretch my creative muscles while fantasizing about fictional characters. I greatly appreciate you visiting, and I hope my work will add a little bit of happiness to your day!
I write mostly for Obey Me!, but every now and then I get inspired by other worlds and characters.
Asks and requests are open for Obey Me!, so drop me a message if there’s anything you’d like to see! I accept both SFW and NSFW requests for the brothers and dateables.
Masterlist
Obey Me! Shall We Date? + Nightbringer
You Should’ve Said So from the Beginning (Lucifer x Reader, Angst, SFW)
Lucifer Loves Using Conjunctive Adverbs (Lucifer x Reader, SFW)
Lucifer’s Favorite Places to 🔹🔹🔹🔹(Lucifer x Reader, NSFW)
Indulging with Lucifer (Lucifer x Reader, NSFW)
When You're Feeling Anxious: Mammon (Mammon x Reader, SFW)
Surprising Mammon with a Birthday Road Trip Down Route 66 (Mammon x Reader, SFW)
Remember Your Place (Is by My Side) (Leviathan x Fem!Reader, Reader Request, NSFW)
Indulging with Asmo (Asmo x Reader, NSFW)
Asmo Covering for Fem!MC’s Secret Crush (Asmo x Fem!MC, Suggestive, mildly NSFW)
Oh? We’re Touching Each Other Now? (Beelzebub x Reader, Suggestive, SFW)
The Young Master (Diavolo x Reader, Angst, SFW)
Seeing Diavolo for the First Time Since Returning from the Past (Diavolo x Reader, SFW)
Indulging with Barbatos (Barbatos x Reader, NSFW)
Jujutsu Kaisen
Independent Woman (Toji x Reader, SFW)
Touchstarved
Signs Seen Too Late (Leander x Reader, SFW, dark content)
I had the great pleasure to make put a fun spin on a hamburger after our dearest @ask-sheepmc mentioned wanting a classic human realm style hamburger!!
I couldn't just do a simple boring burger, who would want that!
Lucifer: Do you happen to know the origin of the Devilish Black Coffee stain on my favorite shirt? Also, you looked lovely today :*
Mammon: Hey, I'll be out of Devildom for a while - pls don't tell Lucifer, okay??
Leviathan: I did one push-up. Can this day get any worse?
Satan: I heard Mammon storming out of the House of Lamentation. Do you know where this moron is heading? Also, I need to know how exactly he pissed Lucifer off. I'm going to elevate his method.
Asmodeus: Hellish Beige or Sinful Indigo???
Beelzebub: Um I think Levi doesn't feel very good. I'll check on him later. Pls come with me, I'll bring snacks.
Belphegor: Ayo, you like bondage?
Diabolo: Today I saw a balloon. HOWS YOUR DAY??
Barbatos: I've bought a new bed. It should suit your acrobatic needs better ;)
Simeon: I'll take Lucifer out for shopping. Please keep Luke company. Love you!
Solomon: I'm bored. Let's turn Mammon into a talking dog.
Luke: Please promise we'll watch Flamed 2 movie again!!
"Don't look at me like that. You'll make me wanna unwrap my gift early."
Happy Birthday Ais! ❤️🔥
According to the anonymous source who gave us this sketch, it fell out of Vere's sketchbook one day when the fox fantastically tumbled down the stairs of the Senobium.
The frustration that Satoru feels when he completely stops seeing you as just one of his best friends.
You’re so pretty, modeling the dress you’ll be wearing on your date with some guy who probably dims in comparison to you. Suguru says you should try the outfit without the cardigan, so you take it off for a second and do a little 360 for the trio. Shoko gasps when she sees the lacy details that were hidden by the coat and Suguru claps in validation. “You’re so gonna get some.”
Satoru just watches, cheek resting in his fist as he half listens to the little debate between Shoko and Suguru. It’s all a blur as he focuses on the one glowing in front of him.
“Satoru?” You wave your hand in front of him.
“Hm?” He blinks up at you, acting like he wasn't zoned out while staring.
“Tie-breaker. Coat or no coat?”
He had heard what Suguru said when you took the cardigan off. 'You’re so gonna get some.'
He doesn’t want that.
“You should stay layered. You might get cold later.”
Suguru groans in disapproval, falling back into the couch cushion, while Shoko grins, smugly, at her small victory.
“Coat it is.” You smile, running back to the bathroom to finish getting ready.
“You like her, huh?” Suguru asks as soon as you’re out of sight, a squint of betrayal in his eyes.
“Pfft, nah. What makes you think that?” Satoru defends.
“She asked for our opinion on the dress and you went silent," Shoko says, throwing a knowing smirk at Satoru.
“You don’t want her to get laid or something? Why’d you vote for the granny cardigan?” Suguru adds, arms crossed over his chest.
“I want to see you take care of her when she’s sick. I did it last time, and she was unbearable. Also,” he turns to answer Shoko’s remark, “what can I say? I’ve got a lot on my mind.”
“A lot of her on your mind.” Suguru nods over at you.
Satoru turns, a lucent gleam in his eyes when he sees you.
“Alright, guys. I’ll be back before-“
“Don’t rush!” Shoko says, giggling at the dopey look on Satoru’s face.
There’s a smirk tugging on Suguru’s lips. “Have fun.”
“Call if you need me to pick you up," Satoru blurts, sitting up straight on the lounge chair he was seated in.
Shoko gasps and Suguru’s eyes go wide for a second.
“Uh... sure. Will do. Love you guys, bye!” You walk past your friends, opening the front door and shutting it behind you.
Your perfume had some effect on Satoru because for some reason his heart was racing and he was unable to calm it down.
“What?” Satoru asks when he notices the way his friends look at him. “I’m the only one with a car here.”
“Uh-huh, let’s put it that way," Shoko says, sharing a menacing look with Suguru.
—
You did end up having to call Satoru. Your date was the most annoying, insufferable person you had ever met and you weren't going to pretend like you were enjoying your time with him for the rest of the night. How can someone be so different the moment you’re alone together? You couldn’t stand him, so you excused yourself from the table and went to the restroom halfway through your meal.
You called Satoru, hoping he wasn't kidding about calling him if you needed a ride home.
“Hey, uh, I know this is really inconsiderate of me, but can you come pick me up from the restaurant? If you can’t it’s totally fine. I’ll stay.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I'm fine. It turns out I can’t stand this guy.” You chuckle, your hand reaching for the sensor beneath the water faucet, the cool water running through your fingers. "He's gross and just... I don't know."
“Did he do anything to you? Are you okay? ‘Cause, you know, I can kick his ass.”
“You already asked me that, 'toru. I’m okay. He’s just…” you pause, a sigh filling in the silence, “...different from what I remember. I don’t know this guy.”
Satoru is already sitting in his car. The moment you asked him to pick you up, he grabbed his keys and headed for the car.
“Give me ten minutes.”
“It takes twenty to get here.”
“Too bad. I’m running a few red lights. Sit tight.”
“Sa-”
The call ends and you’re left staring at the contact photo you have for him. You turn your screen off and stare into the mirror. You don’t know if you should stay in the bathroom until Satoru gets there or if you should go back out to the man waiting for you.
—
“So, Satoru likes her, huh?” Shoko says, leaning back in the lounge chair Satoru sat in before.
“Who would have guessed? We’ve all been friends for years and he’s never looked at her like that.”
“We should invest in some noise cancelling headphones. Who knows what could happen after tonight?”
Suguru furrows his eyebrows in confusion, so Shoko grins and demonstrates. She rocks back and forth in the old lounge chair, the chair creaking and squealing.
“Oh.” Suguru’s face further scrunches. He didn't need the image of his friends doing that together, in his mind.
—
Your phone vibrates on the sink, and Satoru’s name appears on the screen when you flip it. You quickly answer the call.
“Hey, i’m outside.”
“How do I walk out of here without seeming like a bitch? I didn’t think this through.”
“First, walk out the restaurant doors. Then, get in my car. It’s pretty simple, honestly.”
“We haven’t paid the bill.”
“Fuck it. Let him pay.”
“That’s just wrong. Alright, i’ll be out in a bit. Bye.”
“Bye.”
You sum up all the courage you have and walk out of the bathroom. Once you reach the table, you pull out some cash you have just laying around in your purse, like forty-something bucks, and set it down in the middle of the table.
“Hopefully that’s enough to cover half of it.”
“Where are you going?” Your date asks.
“To keep it polite, I have to go. Have a good rest of your night.”
You walked out of the restaurant, immediately spotting Satoru’s blue Camaro.
The second you get in, you make yourself comfortable, removing your heels and taking down your hair from its updo.
“What’s wrong?” Satoru asks, when you don’t say anything.
“It’s fine. This guy just wasn’t the one.”
Satoru’s chest feels tight now that you’re in the car. The smell of your perfume has returned and you’re glowing in the moonlight. It makes him think of the effort you put into looking the way you do, and how you ended up having to hide in the bathroom.
“Do you wanna go home?”
You’re looking in the sun visor mirror, bobby pins in your mouth as you fix your hair so that it’s not in your face once Satoru starts driving.
“Mm… whatever you want to do,” you say, muffled by the pieces of metal pressing into your lips.
It wouldn’t be whatever he wants to do, though. All he wants to do is kiss you, right now. Do something to soothe the ache you must be feeling.
“Why are you acting like this?” He asks, watching you as you place another pin in your hair.
You laugh through your nose, a bobby pin still between your lips. You put it in your hair before answering.
“Like what?” You look at him while you put your seatbelt on.
“Like this doesn't bother you. You don't have to put up a front, you know? I'm not gonna laugh at you."
The metal clicks, and you fold the sun visor back up. “Because it didn’t bother me. I’m not gonna settle for someone I hate being around."
Part of Satoru wanted this to go well for you. He wanted to see a brilliant smile on your face when you got home. So, the fact that it didn’t end up that way strangely caused some heartache for him.
“Don’t look so down.” You give him a kind smile and pinch his cheek. “I’m okay. Really.”
He tries to distract himself from the warmth that seeps into his cheeks from your quick gesture. “Well, I don’t want to go home. Is that okay, with you?”
“What’s up with you?” You ask, bringing one of your legs up and folding it comfortably on the seat.
“Nothing.”
You stare at him until he breaks out his contagious smile and laugh.
“Really, nothing. I just want to spend some time out tonight. Shoko and Suguru want to stay home and be couch potatoes."
You see your date walking out of the restaurant, phone against his ear. He doesn’t look too defeated, but you don’t want him to see you with Satoru and make any bold assumptions.
“Okay, that’s totally fine, but can we go?” Your leg goes back down, meeting the floor mat and you turn to face the window.
Satoru analyzes your behavior and your expression. Your arms are crossed, you refuse to look in his direction again. It’s weird compared to how you were acting two seconds ago.
“What?” Satoru turns to look at whatever made you shrink, and as soon as he sees him he rolls his window up. “Really?” His eyes are lidded in disappointment. It’s not in you as a person, but in your lack of respect for yourself, choosing someone so far below your league.
“He was nice when I first met him.”
Satoru puts the gear in reverse, backing out of the parking spot. “He looks stupid and on top of that he acts like it, too? God.”
“I know, I know.” You lean against the car door and stare out the window.
“What made you think you deserved him? Honestly, I can’t wrap my head around how low this is for someone like you.”
“I don’t know.”
Your responses to Satoru's interrogation kept getting shorter and shorter and he realized he was beating a horse that was already down.
“You know I care," he mumbles, breaking the heavy silence. “I don’t mean to tell you who to date and who you should be with.”
“I hate this conversation. You’re not my dad, Satoru. It’s fine.” You sit up, back against the seat and face forward. “Where are we, anyway?”
“I just followed a random road to see where it would lead. I don’t wanna go home, but I also don’t want to know where I am.”
“So, we’re lost.” You laugh.
“Hey, as long as we have phones with enough battery, we’re not really lost.”
“Right.” You grin, continuing to watch the road. You look over the steering wheel to see how much gas the car has. It’s two marks below the bold F.
“Can you tell me something?”
You turn to Satoru, giving him your full attention. He’s been more serious than you know him to be since you left the house.
“What’s up?”
“I’m not trying to rehash this father-like conversation, but as one of your best friends… what were you thinking when you accepted a date with this guy?” He glances over at you for a second. “What went through your mind when you said 'yes' to a date with him?”
“Potential love, dates, butterflies. All the stuff that goes into getting to know someone as more than an acquaintance or friend.” You fidget with the extra hair tie on your wrist.
“You want all of that?” He asks, glimpsing at you again.
You nod, silently.
“You’re pretty enough to fuck around with whoever you want, you know? I know some people who wanna do some pretty... vulgar things with you."
Your eyes go wide at how far south the conversation went. You cracked the second you looked at Satoru though. He looked somewhat proud to be friends with someone who could get some anytime.
“That’s… good to know, I guess.” Your mind stumbles over the part where he called you pretty enough.
“You’re not interested in that, though, are you?”
You wince, jokingly. “It’s just not my cup of tea. I want something more long-term.”
Satoru grins, almost like he wants to talk about himself.
“That’s not your cup of tea, is it?” You reciprocate the grin.
“No, no. Believe it or not, the last relationship I was in lasted a whole two months.”
You slapped the car door dramatically. “A whole two months?!”
“Stop it. It’s nothing, really," Satoru jokes, grinning with faux pride.
“Hey, i’m not shaming you. You’re not down with commitment and that’s fine. We're young. There's no need to rush."
“I haven’t found someone I really want to commit to. I'm not stupid enough to ignore the fact that people are really only attracted to my body. They can't stand when I open my mouth, so I figured it’s better to fuck around than to put my heart into something that won’t last without sex.”
Satoru's personality was for people with acquired taste. On the other hand, Satoru's physical appearance was for anyone and everyone. The people who could appreciate all of him would be in for the most amazing ride, because even as his friend, you could confidently say that there is no one like him anywhere in the world. You can only hum in acknowledgement of how romantically lonely he must feel.
“What?” You ask when the car stops. Satoru puts the car in park before turning it off. “We’re not out of gas, so what’s the problem?”
He unbuckles his seatbelt and turns to face you, one leg bent on the seat. He’s met with a breathtaking sight. You look stunning in that navy blue dress, and that shade smeared over your lips was calling his name. He can see part of your thigh from where your dress rides up.
“Can I talk to you about something?” The tension behind the question was enough to make your ears go red.
“Of course you can. You’re scaring me, but go on.”
He smiles, trying to lighten up the mood. He knows better than to just dump information like this on you so heavily, but he can't go home tonight without telling you how he feels. He already doesn’t expect much to come of telling you this, but it's been eating him alive and he can't keep it in anymore.
“You've been on my mind a lot, lately." He sees your slightly furrowed eyebrows. They match the unintentional pout on your lips. You’re confused and for some reason you feel nervous, like your heart might escape your ribcage.
“What does that mean?” You ask, wanting a clearer understanding. He could be worried about you in a totally platonic way. He could be wondering about what you've been up to lately. You're having trouble assuming there's romantic notes to his statement after the brief discussion you just had.
“It's exactly as it sounds. I've been thinking about you." He's not smiling, he's not laughing yet this still sounds like a joke that he’s running to mess with you.
“You done with your jokes? We could both be home right about now," you say, not intending for your words to come out as sharp as they did. His hand is suddenly cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing away a speck of glitter from it.
“You say goodnight to me in the sweetest way—like you won't see me in the morning. And the soft smile you give me before you shut the door... it lingers in my mind. I dream of it from time to time."
You're trying so hard not to lean into his touch and nuzzle your cheek into his palm, but you make no effort to push his hand away. “What are you talking about, Satoru? Don't you think you're reading into it a little too much? I do that for all three of you. Ask Shoko and Suguru.”
His hand has been on your cheek for a while now, and he’s still looking at you like he has things to get off his chest. “I know you don't say it the same way to them as you do to me." He stops, a little sigh leaving him. He’s probably making you dizzy with all of this news, based on the look on your face. He retracts his hand and rests it on his thigh. You look stunned, so he cuts to the chase. “To be even more clear, I don’t see you as a friend. It doesn’t seem right to see you that way when I can picture us doing more. Being more."
“Doing more?” You repeat, cheeks growing warm.
“Holding hands, kissing, being alone together—more.”
The heavy silence returns, both of you nervously avoiding eye contact.
“I..." you huff. "I need some air.” You unbuckle yourself before exiting the car. Your scent remains in the car even after the door shuts behind you, leaving Satoru to wonder if things are screwed with you.
Your back is against the door, your hands interlocked in front of your eyes, shielding you from the gentle moonlight. You groan, irritated by the conflicted thoughts that came with Satoru's revelation.
It’s not long before Satoru comes out and joins you, leaning on the side of his car. It's cold and he doesn't want you to get sick again. His heart could barely handle your involuntarily weak display the first time.
“I didn’t stress you out, did I?” He asks, turning his head to look at you. You shake your head, your hands still covering your eyes. “There’s really no part of you that can envision an us between me and you?”
You chuckle, a sound that makes his heart pang. “It’s funny... you know, a long time ago it was all I dreamed about.”
Now this was baffling news to Satoru. How long ago was a long time ago? A couple months ago? Last year? Three years ago? And why didn’t you say anything?
“I considered you a pursuit that was out of reach. You had—have— all these girls just throwing themselves at you, and I couldn’t be one of them, so I befriended you instead.”
“How long ago was a long time ago?” He asks, nervous to hear the answer.
“Like last year in March. It was during your phase where you would never come home.”
He feels like an asshole. Especially since not too much later, he developed similar feelings for you that he endlessly denied.
“You liked the me you never got to see?”
You both chuckled at the rhyme of his words, your broken senses of humor adding some lightheartedness to the conversation.
“I guess you not coming home was more calming because I didn't have to be nervous to see you.”
You crossed your arms. The cardigan protected you, but not enough. The cold wind was starting to nip at your cheeks. Satoru notices and moves closer to you.
“Let’s go back inside, yeah?”
You didn’t want to. You were nervous being “stranded” with Satoru already, but minimizing the space between you was even more nerve-wracking. He was your greatest temptation before, and you could easily create those labyrinths that guide him into your mind again if you got close enough.
“I’ll be fine," you say, looking straight ahead at the field of weeds in front of you.
“You’re gonna catch a cold. Get in the car," Satoru prompts. He thought back to the tired look on your face as you laid in bed sick, waiting for him to bring you warm soup.
“No," you insisted, turning away from him.
He inched closer, not wanting to look at your back. “Please, get in the car." He thought of the gracious look on your sick face when he brought you another blanket to keep you warm.
“I said no, Satoru. I don't want to get in the car with you."
You were being stubborn as hell, and something about it made Satoru’s blood boil to the point where he did whatever his mind told him to do. You were suddenly pinned to the car, your hands on Satoru’s chest to keep some distance. He blocked every gust of wind that threatened to bite at your skin, and enveloped you in his warmth. You don’t know how, but in this freezing temperature, Satoru’s hands felt like sunlight on your cheeks. His face was centimeters away from yours, his bright eyes searching for a loophole in your feelings for him. Your eyes spoke with an infinite amount of possibility, and some of it didn't make sense, so he kissed you in hopes of translating what you were trying to say.
You didn’t have any fight left in you. Not when you felt so secure in this close proximity. Now, all you wanted was to be in the car with him, alone.
The kiss was released with light breaths from both of you, a look of feeling complete on Satoru’s face. “Will you get in the damn car,” he whispers, his arms caging you against the car.
“Say please," you say in the same intimate volume as him.
“Please," he complies, allowing his eyes to flit between your eyes and your lips.
“Pretty please?" you push.
“Pretty please," he says, the corners of his lips twitching.
“How about pretty please with a cherry on top?”
“Get in the car," he says through a laugh.
You chuckle, shoving him lightly before opening the door and entering the car. Satoru gets in the drivers seat and suddenly it all feels strange. Strange, but in the best way.
The tension from before returns. There's no wind blowing to fill in the silence when you both stop talking.
“Do you ever think of me when you're alone?” It was a weird question to be asked by him, especially since you had already told him that your feelings for him were left behind.
“Never," you reply, a softness in your tone that held memories of when all you thought about was Satoru.
He's somewhat disappointed, seeing as though there's a chance he might be too late.
“Do you think that will change after tonight?” He seems to be getting closer, or at least his hands are. Your skin is irresistible and he wants to feel how soft you are. He's been craving you for so long, and you're right there.
“There’s no way to tell.” You can see how slowly his hand is traveling. A minute ago it was on his lap, now it’s on the armrest between your seats. You can’t wait any longer. The suspense might make you jump out of the car again, so you grab his hand and put it on your thigh, where your dress rides up.
“I’ll throw the question back to you. Do you think of me when you're alone?” You ask him now because he won’t give you some bullshit response at a time like this, when he’s getting everything he’s wanted for who knows how long.
“All the time,” he responds so quickly. “When I wake up, before I go to sleep, in the shower, while I brush my teeth.” There’s this foolish look on his face, like he would give anything to never lose the ability to have you on his mind all the time. "You're in there, organizing the shrine I made for you," he admits, with a grin. His thumb presses into your thigh, massaging the plush skin. It makes you nervous as hell, but you like it.
“Have you told Suguru and Shoko?”
He chuckles, remembering the conversation he had with them after you left. “I’m positive they know."
Once again, you're left staring at each other in silence, drowning in the tension you’ve created within yourselves. Satoru has yet to move his hand away from your thigh, not letting up even when he feels goosebumps spread on your skin. He tests the boundaries you have set up, finding no resistance from you when his hand reaches further up your dress.
“You’re not gonna tell me to stop?” He asks as his fingers are met with lace, a texture that makes his heart thud rapidly in his chest.
You shake your head, leaning back in the seat. His fingers ghost over the front of your panties, finding a satin bow just below the elastic band.
“Were you going to let that guy touch you? Is that why you wore these?” He hasn’t even seen them, and yet he can tell they’re the cutest thing ever.
“Maybe," you mumble, looking away in slight embarrassment.
“Can I see them?” He asks.
You nod, allowing him to slowly pull up your dress. Your heart drops when you hear him gasp.
“God, no way," he says, sounding defeated. His ears slowly turn a bright shade of red as he observes the material covering your intimate area.
“Stop,” you whine, feeling flustered by his reaction and the way he stares.
His hand returns to its previous spot, continuing to play with the part of the elastic that sticks to your hip.
“You wear these types of panties on every date you go on?”
You nod, biting your lip as his fingers move just to feel the fabric. His touch is still ghost-like—light, barely there, but it’s working you up anyway. There’s barely enough friction, yet you can feel your wetness begin to ruin the garment.
He sighs. “You know, no one deserves you.” His tone is smooth and he smiles at you, an angel taking control of his features. “Not even me, but I can make up for the one who missed you tonight.”
He spares his attention to the spot in the middle of your panties, only smiling when a breathy moan involuntarily leaves you.
“God..." you groan in embarrassment, covering your face with your hands. "I can’t with myself."
His thumb rubs up and down your clothed slit, applying pressure when he reaches your clit.
“Don’t be shy. Make as much noise as you want,” he says, luring a gasp from you.
You look away again, red-faced, feeling embarrassed beyond belief.
“What?” A low chuckle follows. His hands settle on your thighs as he leans in and tries to look at your flustered face.
“This is weird.” You look out the window, too nervous to look at Satoru.
“How come?”
You giggle. “I can’t stop seeing you as one of my friends. It’s strange to experience something like this with you.”
“I would hope Suguru and Shoko aren’t touching you like this.” His hand splays on your thigh, kneading softly. “Are they?” He asks, after a pause.
“Of course not.”
He seems satisfied with that response because he’s trying to hold back a smile, but the corners of his lips are twitching. His fingers snap the elastic band of your panties against your skin a couple more times.
“Is it too weird to go on?” He asks.
You consider the facts. He already touched you, he confessed his feelings for you before he touched you so you know he wasn't lying about his feelings for you and he doesn’t just want sex. You had those feelings for him before, but claimed to have lost them with time.
Your overwhelming thoughts are enough to put an end to what was going on. You pull down your dress, hiding the evidence of his touch, and sit up straight in the seat. “Maybe we should head home before we do something we might regret later.”
He hums and smiles, not an ounce of disappointment in his features. “No argument from me."
Satoru put his seatbelt on and watched as you did the same before starting the car. There was no need for him to set up the GPS because all he did was drive straight, so all he had to do was drive back the other way.
You didn’t expect the car ride to be so quiet. Maybe he did want things to go further. You couldn’t bear to look back at Satoru, even though you could feel him side eyeing you as he drove. There were a couple times where he turned his head to look at you when you stopped at red lights, but you knew you couldn’t look back until you had something to say. You were overthinking everything that happened until that point. What can you say when you just went through an entire roller coaster of emotions with someone you call a best friend? Someone who has now seen you in a vulnerable position.
“Did you at least eat?” Satoru asks, finally breaking the heavy silence that engulfed the car.
“Uh, yeah. I was able to get through my meal," you respond, glancing at him quickly before turning back to face the window.
He nods in acknowledgement. You see the stop sign at the end of your street, signaling the closeness of home.
Satoru parks the car in the driveway, and you finish removing you shoes. You enter the house, expecting to see Suguru and Shoko up waiting for you guys, but to your surprise, the doors to their bedrooms are shut.
“Goodnight, Satoru," you say. “Thanks again, for picking me up.”
“Yeah, no worries,” he responds. “Goodnight.”
You can’t shake the void left in your gut after your time with Satoru. You sit on your bed for a moment thinking of the intimacy that occurred between you and him. The gentleness of his touch, the lack of judgement from him when you basically told him that you dress your best even for scumbags. Something inside you was begging you to tell him how much you wanted him to sleep in your room—in your bed. And that’s exactly what you aimed for with this rush of adrenaline that surged through you. You rose off the bed quickly, and made haste to reach his bedroom.
You knocked, calling his name once. Once was all it took for him to leap to open the door.
“Can you help me with something?” You asked, hoping he held no ill will towards you and that he wouldn’t deny you.
“Sure. With what?”
You motion for him to follow you to your room, and he does with no further questions, following your bare feet as you lead him to your room.
“I tied the knot for my dress a little too tightly." You let out a quiet chuckle, your nervousness imbued into it.
“Oh, I see," he says, stifling a grin. "Turn around.” His finger circles in the air.
You turn your back to him, facing the mirror on your vanity. You can feel his knuckles grazing your lower back as he takes the time to slowly loosen the knot, the straps that once sat wrapped around your waist dropping loosely.
“There,” he murmurs, still standing behind you, looking at you through the mirror.
“Thank you,” you say so quietly that it’s almost a whisper.
Normally, that is the cue for someone to leave, but there was this branch of electricity connecting him to you. He couldn’t find a reason to step away from you, so instead he stepped closer. His arms encircled your waist, his hands interlocking above your lower abdomen. Your stomach swarmed with butterflies—blood thirsty ones that knew all too well that they wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, so long as Satoru was in your room.
He leaned in to kiss your shoulder, an act that brought goosebumps to your skin. "You look really pretty." You give in to the feeling, tilting your head to give him the entire canvas of that side of your neck. He wondered if you would be upset if you saw his kisses on your neck in the morning.
He stops and looks for your approval first because he has arrived centimeters behind the line between friends who are really comfortable with each other and something deeper. You have to let him know that it’s okay to cross this line.
“It’s okay,” you say, squeezing the hands that rest on your lower stomach. “Don't stop."
That’s the green light he needed in order to move on. He did not hesitate at all in pulling back his arms and undoing the knot that held your dress up. He watched as the smooth velvet cascaded down your body, pooling at your feet, leaving you in nothing but those precious lace panties. You felt vulnerable with your bare chest out, but made no attempt to hide yourself.
He was frozen for a second or two, speechless at the sight before him.
“No one deserves you,” he finally says, his arms snaking around your torso. His lips start leaving behind their marks on the other side of your neck. He drags his kisses down your shoulder, biting once, then twice, resulting in a couple giggles from you.
“Close the door, please,” you say, realizing Shoko and Suguru would see what was happening if they opened their doors.
Satoru releases you only to close the door, locking it for safe measures. As soon as he’s back, he’s wrapping his arms around you before pushing both of you towards your bed. He starts stripping his clothes off, until he's left in just his boxers. His eyes never leave yours, a lovestruck smile on his face.
“You will never know how many times I’ve dreamt of this scenario."
“Stop.” You giggle, withstanding the sting of his lips on more than you neck. It’s heat on your chest and on your stomach now, his hands holding your waist so gently. You’ll look like some abstract piece of art by morning with the endless waves of kisses that Satoru gives you. He wants you so badly. Devastatingly so. He wants to prove that he is the closest to deserving you by the end of the night.
Your heartbeat is inconsolable in your ribcage. The eye contact brought some reality to the situation. He chuckles at the doe-eyed look on your face before refocusing on his task. He's nearing the elastic band of your underwear, those cute lacy ones he got to touch in the car. His touch is already affecting you, the evidence being a wet spot reemerging in the middle of your underwear.
"You're so warm and soft, and..." he sighs, your body making his mind cloud. He couldn't have ever accurately imagined how stunning you would be with just the golden street lamp's light shining through your window. "...you smell really fucking good." His hands go beneath the elastic band of your underwear, dragging his dainty fingers through your slit enough times to earn a small gasp from you, before pulling his hand out. "Bet you taste amazing, too," he says, wrapping his lips around his glossy digits. "Mhm..." he practically moans when your taste coats his tastebuds. "Sweeter than I could have ever imagined."
You don't think you'll get over Satoru saying these explicit things to you.
"More. Fuck, I need more." There's so much he wants to do to you, so little time in the night despite it only being 11:30. "God, you're so..." he cuts himself off and kisses down your stomach, impatiently—desperately. "...so pretty. So—fuck— so pretty. Gonna make you feel so good."
"Okay, 'toru, make sure to breathe," you tease, running your fingers through his soft locks as he nears your throbbing core.
He drags his nose up and down the wet patch of your panties, audibly inhaling your scent and exhaling through shuddered breaths. He sounds feral, his aching cock creating its own pool of arousal in his boxers. The tip of his nose was covered in your slick, the remnants of you on his skin driving him absolutely crazy. Once he absolutely couldn't take it anymore, he yanked your underwear down, almost tearing the pretty fabric and tossed it onto the floor. You were soaked at the sight of his pure lust towards you. Those eyes were darker than you've ever seen them before.
He tries to be slow and gentle for you. You're the one thing he's wanted for the longest time and now he has you. You're not guaranteed to be his forever, after this, but at least the night is secured and he has this one chance to prove that he would do it right with you. That he could handle your body with a tenderness and loving that would make you weep. Everything you want in a lover will be given to you in one act of demonstrating how undeniably in love with you he is.
His attempt at slow sensuality never reaches you. His arms are hooked tightly around your thighs to prevent you from squirming away from his greedy mouth. He wants everything you give him to never end. The melodic sound of you moaning his name, the sweet nectar that just keeps drooling out of your cunt, the sting on his scalp from the firm hold you have on his hair and the tugging. He's in heaven. If the possibility of this reoccurring is nonexistent, he wants this moment to loop. For there to be a glitch in real life that allows him to replay this scenario as many times as he likes, like a story with multiple endings.
"You taste so good. So fucking good, princess. Wanna give you a taste," he rambles. He unwraps his right arm from your thigh and uses his forearm to pin it down so that he can use his fingers on you. He bends all his fingers down except for his index and middle fingers. Your slick is already streaming out of you, ready to be collected, but he can't resist the urge to dip his fingertips into your pulsing hole. "Oh fuck, you're so wet," he utters in awe, quickly tossing the idea of just his fingertips going in when his long, lithe fingers sink into you with ease.
"Satoru," you choke out, a sharp gasp following. The pads of his fingers brush against that spot within you that forces you to bite your lip. Your heart is racing. What if you get caught? How would you explain what's going on to your friends and would the dynamic of your living situation change because of it? You care, but clearly not enough to second guess this moment again, like you did in the car.
"Mmm..." he moans against your clit, his lips smacking after releasing the now throbbing bundle. "So sweet." He pulls his fingers out of you and admires the glaze that drips down to his knuckles. He wants to be selfish and put them in his mouth, but his need for you to know how good you are to his tastebuds overpowers those thoughts. "Open, pretty," he says, tapping his wet fingers against your lips. He watches with parted lips as you take his slick coated digits into your mouth, shutting your lips around them to completely suck off your essence. "Good, huh?" A pleased grin appears when you nod. "Yeah... I want it back." He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and puts them on your right breast, smearing your saliva all over your nipple until it pebbles.
All you can do is say "huh?" before your lips are enveloped by his. The kiss starts out slow— he's taking a moment to appreciate how perfect your lips feel against his. For a minute you can feel the way he innocently wants you. You have butterflies in your stomach all over again.
His hunger for you grows with every sharp breath you release and the squirming beneath his unrelenting hands on your chest. Your heart has been pounding in your ears since he slipped his tongue into your mouth and you have goosebumps from all the rubbing, brushing, and tweaking he offers your nipples, the throbbing in your cunt only intensifying as you withstand it. He thinks the whimpers that seep into your kisses are the cutest sounds ever and he doesn't want them to stop, so he glides a hand down your abdomen and gives you the touch you're missing.
You break the kiss, throwing your head back into the pillow at the feeling of Satoru rubbing your clit. He watches through gleaming eyes the way your jaw hangs and allows the sweetest moans to spill from your kissed up lips.
"Feeling good?" He asks, grinning when you respond with a moan that makes you clasp a hand over your mouth. "Yeah? That's an answer, too." He chuckles, watching intently as you crumble beneath his touch, not some zero's who made a fool out of himself.
You uncover your mouth, your sounds amplifying and flowing freely. "Satoru," you gasp. "Oh, fuck– S-Satoru!" The last words you manage to cry out before you cum without a warning.
You look way too pretty arching your back off the bed and chasing friction from his hand. Your neck looks palpable like that, exposed for him like you want him to mark it up and take a few bites.
"Let me make you feel good, pretty girl," he coos, drunk off the cute sounds of the heaves and sobs that wrack through your chest, your little whines shining through them. Lustful, lidded eyes watch as you try to wriggle away from his touch.
"P-Please," you huff out, your trembling thighs working to shut around his hand. It's too much, your peak has passed and now you're left to bear the overwhelming feeling of his unstopping fingers.
"I know, I know. It's terrible..." he murmurs. His tip is leaking so much at the sight of your body jerking and your eyes welling with tears. He really loves the way you've surrendered yourself to him. "You're so pretty." He sighs, dreamily. He stops and wiggles his hand out of the tight embrace of your thighs. You take a deep breath and blink away tears, focusing on the comforting movement of his hands caressing your thighs. He can see the way you look at his body. His chest, the sculpted muscles of his abdomen, the pale happy trail that leads to a part of him that you are unfamiliar with.
He crawls over you, his lower body wedged between your legs. "Don't be scared to touch," he says, his tone sultry. He grabs ahold of your hand and places it on his chest, initiating the contact for you. You take control and allow your hands to roam his body. Like you're in a room full of random unpressed buttons, you explore the different reactions you get from touching different parts of him. You discovered that his nipples are sensitive. He groaned into your neck when you palmed at his pecs and borderline whimpered when you focused your touch on his peaks. He shuddered when you traced along his ribs, but once you neared his stomach and waist, things got hot for you all over again. Your heart raced as he breathed into your neck due to the feeling of your nails gently scratching along his abs. He was rutting his clothed bulge against your cunt, desperate, low moans leaving him with every graze of your nails along his waist.
"F-Fuck, I can't wait anymore. Please, let me in." He whips out the cutest puppy eyes you've ever seen, and though they're unnecessary, you're not opposed to him having to resort to those means.
"Y-Yeah, okay," you breathe, feeling the throbbing in your cunt intensify when he stopped rolling his hips against you.
He's rushing, his movement stuttered and his hands shaking with desperation as he works his boxers off. He's impressed with the amount of precum that went into them, but he doesn't waste time admiring the mess any longer once he frees his achingly hard, drooling cock. It's sensitive to the touch. He'll cum if he doesn't play his cards right while lathering his length with the essence that beads at his tip. With that taken care of, he comes close to you again.
"This is gonna be the slowest start ever," he says under his breath, eyeing that sweet little smile on your face, like you understand the turmoil he's going through with just trying to get inside you. His tip nudges your clit, spreading some of his precum onto the nub as he guides it up and down your slit a couple times. He's working himself up to sinking in because he knows how wet you are. After a few more strokes, he presses just the tip in, nestling it into your warmth with a groan. You gasp as he slowly drives himself into you, the stretch his girth induces proving to be immense. He tries to steady his stuttering hips as he pushes more of his length in.
"Little more, just a liiittle more," he says through soft breaths, more to himself than you. Once he glides the rest of his length in, he feels like he's going to explode. He's throbbing so hard and you're not helping at all with the brief, inconsistent spasming of your walls. "Oh fuck... shit," he whimpers, thrusting only halfway into you. "Sorry—fuck—s-sorry... I can't-" He gasps when he thrusts the rest of the way in, spewing his load as he just grinds against you.
Your eyes widen as you watch him, his eyes shut tightly, his jaw hanging ajar to release shaky breaths. His cheeks, neck and chest are blazed, bright color smothered over his pale skin.
"Shit..." he rasps, still taking deep breaths.
You can't even ridicule him for this when he looks so fine. The laugh he let out was enough to make your thighs twitch.
"No-the-fuck it's not," he says, looking down at you with the smallest crease between his brows. He's wanted this—wanted you—for way too long and he can't leave your room without showing you just how badly he desires you. It's a need, at this point.
A chill runs down your spine and your heart drops at his response.
"I mean, i'm not tired. Are you?" He asks, softening a little after coming in so hot with his last response.
You're not and even if you were, it's those eyes... They compel you to want to do things for his sake. They're so soft and you feel wanted beneath their force. You feel everything he said to you in the car when you peer into his eyes.
"No. I'm not tired either," you respond, which instantly puts a smile on his face.
"Good. Let me try again."
Neither of you mentioned any of what happened within that quick span of time. No mentions of him spilling the second he got inside you or you trying to end the night to save him the embarrassment, and it turned out for the better. No awkwardness once he recovered and went back to proving his love for you. He went straight into it, thrusting at a slow pace to start you off. He held onto your hips as he leaned in and kissed all over your chest, sucking your delicate skin to leave little reminders of him for you to see in the morning.
He groans, muffled by your warm skin, when you scratch the back of his head, guiding your nails through the short hairs of his undercut and down the nape of his neck. He's purring like a satisfied cat, the soft breaths he lets out through his nose grazing your neck.
With all these good feelings comes Satoru picking up the pace. His hips meet yours a little more quickly and suddenly both of you get a little more courage to make more sound.
"Fuck," you whimper. "Satoru... S-Satoru..."
"I know..." he grunts. "I know, baby. I feel really good, too."
You just look so damn pretty, with your starry eyes and your messy hair, and the way you keep moaning his name. He has to kiss you again. Each time he kissed you before was accompanied by fireworks. This time... who knows? He certainly won't unless he gains the courage to do it once more.
He leans forward and stares deep into your eyes. The level of intimacy has doubled down and you feel like your heart is trying even harder to lurch out of your chest. He's not stopping, you can feel his breath on your lips as he pants through the exertion of his hips. Then, once again, with a whimper as he closes the distance between your mouths, he kisses you. It's not fireworks this time, it's an entire fire and you kissing him back like you need him just as much is fanning the wild flames.
"Love... you," he disperses the words through his kisses. He doesn't only say it once. He says it multiple times as your lips are moving, making those pauses purposeful. "Fuck– I love you," he repeats, breaking the kiss when you don't say anything. "Come on," he chuckles. "Say it back."
"Satoru..." you say, softly.
"You say it all the time to us. What's another time?"
You bite back a laugh when you see those brilliant eyes again. He knows the effect they have on people and uses them to his advantage.
"It doesn't..." he groans, cursing under his breath when you suddenly clench around him. "...have to mean anything more than it usually does."
You're hesitant, but figure that as long as he doesn't take it as more than what he's used to—at least until things are talked through—there can't be any harm in saying what he wants to hear.
"Love you, 'toru."
The words are way too sweet, too gentle on his ears. The smile you offered as you delivered those words was devastatingly beautiful. You've said this a million times, each time so friendly, so lovingly, the meaning never feigned or faded with its repetition, but in that moment, he felt the words more than he ever did before. Your plush thighs are pressed against his hips, your hands are on his chest, and he can still smell that perfume you spritzed on your skin before you left. He's never heard you like this before, so sultry that it almost seems like an invasion of privacy.
"Again... say it again, p-please." With the scene that is playing out before his very eyes, he wants to imagine you meaning it as a term for lovers.
"I-I..." you let out a sharp gasp, your words cut off by the feeling of his cock brushing against that weak spot within you. "I love y-you, Satoru."
You're saying it to him only, right now. It's not 'I love you guys', it's 'I love you, Satoru', and he's drowning in it all. Your voice, the words, the blissed out look on your face. He's weak.
"Yeah?" He laughs, sounding almost delirious from how good he feels and how he's trying so hard not to cum.
"Mhm," you respond.
"T-That's good to know," he says, breathily. He's picking up the pace again, almost knocking the wind out of you with that first thrust in the change of pace. You're scratching up his back, wrapping your legs around his waist while he moans into the crook of your neck.
"G-Gonna cum, gonna fucking cum, again."
"Please... cum inside," you babble, nonsensically.
"Yeah? You want it inside again?" He asks, grinning when you hum and nod in confirmation. Who is he to deny you of such a simple want?
With a few more harder thrusts, he's filling you to the brim again with his warm cum. He's breathing heavily into your neck, mouthing at your skin sloppily as your cunt flutters around him. He's babbling on and on asking you if you came and if you feel good, while you're trying not to cry out too loudly from how hard you did. It's only until he unsticks himself from your tacky skin that he sees the aftermath of your orgasm. Your lidded eyes, the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the sound of your shuddered breaths brushing past your lips. He's thinking about it again. No one deserves you, but clearly, he was the closest.
He tosses himself beside you once you both come down. Your blanket is shared between the two of you, it reaches just above your chest and above Satoru's hips.
He sighs as he turns over to face you as you stare up at the ceiling. "You think they heard us?" He asks, voice low and intimate, yet a mischievous smirk that tells you he wouldn't care if they did, plays on his lips.
"Not sure. I guess we'll find out tomorrow." Now it's your turn to sigh. You don't even want to think about how weird breakfast might be in the morning.
"Hey," he calls for your attention. You turn onto your side to face him, keeping the blanket close to your body. "It's gonna be fine. What's the worst that could happen? They tease us or call us dumb?" You give him a soft smile. Normally, you're the one calling him dumb while the others agree. "Don't know about you, but I don't mind. They don't know the story, anyway. Right?"
"Right."
Time slowed down in that moment. You both just stared at each other in silence, thinking about what just happened. You were comfortable together, lying there, satisfied with your decisions. He pulled you closer by your blanket covered waist and pressed kisses into your cheek, enough to make you giggle until you started returning the kisses. To anybody, this would be considered a sight of two lovers taking care of each other after a night of intimacy. The whispered words, the quiet laughter between kisses, the gentle drags of fingers on harsh marks—it all points to love. You think things might be okay, after all.
It took a while for you and Satoru to untangle yourselves from each other. Eventually, he got up and dressed into everything but his messy boxers. You weren't going to get back into your dress so you laid back for a while and watched as he collected himself.
"Well... I'll see you in the morning." His hand is on the doorknob and he's looking at you, shamelessly raking his eyes over your body as if he's trying to memorize you all over again within the short span of his goodnight to you.
"Mhm. Goodnight."
He pulls the door open, still not detaching his gaze from you. "Goodnight," he says, his voice low, yet warm and brimming with love. He spares one more soft smile for you, before walking out and clicking the door shut behind him.
You think you finally understand why he's so hung up on the way you say goodnight.
(Slight continuation of yesterday's headcanon about MC's old pictures.)
The palace library is the finest collection of knowledge and tomes in the kingdom, even more so than RAD's (which is likely based off of the royal collection with a more academic flair).
Many books are restricted only to nobles or special guests, and among those are books reserved only for the royal family. They're so exclusive that hardly anybody outside of the royal family even knows what they are.
Even more elusive than those are the books Diavolo and his parents keep in their private bedrooms. Tomes that are said to be mere legends or rumors. You could count the number of people who have ever seen them in person on one hand.
This is where Diavolo keeps it. Sandwiched in between a millennia-old genealogy of the Devildom's rulers and a cursed book containing the damned souls of all who touch it stands a picture album containing photos of MC from years before they arrived in the Devildom.
Many underhanded and even illegal means were used to obtain these treasures. Diavolo personally organized the album, adding fun stickers and handwritten captions to each photo. Its contents were unfortunately sparse, as such images were unimaginably difficult to obtain. A concerning amount of them look to be security camera footage from public places. But if something is easy to find, it's not very fun to collect.
(I don't think he'd earnestly hide it. I think he might go "MC, look what I have! Let's look at it together. :) " and MC would say "Diavolo this is considered a felony in at least 95 human countries.")
*NSFW* *MDNI* Gender-equal (mentions of both male and female reader)
Indulging #1: Indulging with Asmo
Indulging #2: Indulging with Lucifer
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Requests are open for Obey Me! Thank you to the wonderful reader who requested Barb for Indulging #3!
Which Indulging do you want to see next?
Want to live like a Devildom Prince? Try aftercare with Barbatos. There’s tea, there’s pastries, there’s foot rubs, there’s paperwork (jk Barb would never give you paperwork. You have Lucifer’s “delegating” to thank for that)
The first time you have sex, you’ll quickly realize that Barbatos has already figured out your kinks. I.e, if you’re submissive or dominant, he figured it out by your subtle heart rate increase when receiving/giving commands
Have you ever imagined how making love in the Hanging Gardens of Babylon would feel? Want to really reenact that one Bridgerton sex scene? Barbatos has no problem using his time-traveling abilities to make otherwise impossible fantasies come true
Another way Barbatos employs time travel is to visit you in the past and tease you with hints of the sexy things he’ll be doing to you at some undisclosed point in the future. It’s a teeny bit cruel, but undeniably exciting!
Knows all the secret spots in the Demon Lord’s castle. Who knew that stairwell descended to a private hot spring? Well you know now, since Barbatos snuck you there after everyone else fell asleep during one of Diavolo’s slumber parties
Unbeknownst to you, Diavolo secretly enables your and Barb’s trysts. When he senses his butler getting a little too frustrated, he’ll dismiss him on an errand to the HoL, or create a task that requires Barbatos to employ your assistance
Got a little monster fucker in ya? His tail has two ends for a reason 😉 and yes, the texture is perfect for it
Absolutely amazing kisser. Probably because he doesn’t have time to thoroughly indulge in you as frequently as he’d like; thus, you two often have to curb your desires with stolen, heated makeout sessions in the empty classrooms of RAD
Barbatos isn’t one to half-ass anything. When he fucks you, it is done attentively, thoroughly, and effectively, every single time
You can be as loud or as quiet as you want to. Barbatos is keenly aware that your voice isn’t the only evidence of your pleasure
This demon’s stamina is insane, in fact, Barbatos has no need for sleep at all. He gets rejuvenation from other activities - #1 being sex with you
Favorite thing to do is use aforementioned stamina to fuck you absolutely mindless. He loves to push you across that threshold where everything starts to feel like one blissful, drawn-out orgasm; loves to feel you surrender completely to him and the pleasure he gives you. In this state, you can no longer form words or coherent thoughts. He feels so overwhelmingly good inside you that he becomes the only stimulus you respond to, and he will be stimulating you for as long as your human body can take. Fucking you until you literally pass out is a norm
He has the most beautiful hands you’ve ever seen, and damn does he know how to use those fingers. In public, he’ll tease you by trailing them down your arm, placing a delicate touch at your waist or lower back, or simply tapping his fingers with a mischievous smile in your direction
In private, those long, elegant fingers are everywhere, doing everything, all the time. Pressing down on your tongue, tilting up your chin, grasping your throat, teasing your nipples, trailing down your stomach, pushing in and out of you, digging into your thighs… the list goes on and on
If you’re his girlfriend, Barbatos will enjoy curling them in your pussy, teasing that sweet spot inside to get you squirming and squirting for him. Only in the shower though, easy cleanup is essential! (shout-out to Barb shower pic)
If you’re his boyfriend, you’d better work on some breathing exercises or keep your eyes closed - the sight of his fingers wrapping languidly, one by one around your cock is absolutely orgasmic
Everyone except Lucifer and Diavolo would be SHOOK to hear the risqué places he’s fucked you. Ristorante Six should’ve known what they were asking for, placing full-length mirrors opposite those fancy chairs in the restroom lounges!
You probably shouldn’t introduce black lights to the Devildom. If one ever makes it to the student council room, it won’t be cheap replacing everyone’s chairs and tables
Solomon once got the crackbrained idea to curse Barbatos’s tail to look like a rat’s. He paid for it dearly; every day for the next month, you and Barbatos wrecked his workspace fucking on every surface possible and purposely leaving an absolute mess, making it impossible for Sol to complete any experiments
Confidence and composure are everything in Barbatos’s line of work. In his line of lovin’, however, that composure sometimes slips. The first time he growled out some of the downright nasty things he planned to make you do for him, his dick was stuffed deep in your throat. If you weren’t choking already, you would’ve started at the idea of kitten-licking Diavolo’s cum out of Barbatos’ hand while their cocks built up another climax below, rubbing together and stretching out your insides
In conclusion: Barbatos fucks.
Bonus: Barbatos will 100% use the shower head to arouse you. You won’t be coming until you’re a sobbing, sopping, needy mess for him though!
Building your boyfriend’s confidence wasn’t an easy task, but a little positive reinforcement helped. 😉
NSFW, Fem!MC
Word Count: 2,670
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Thank you to the wonderful reader who brought this fic into being, I hope you enjoy it! I have a huge soft spot for Levi. He's such a catch!
“Let me take this moment to remind you all that tomorrow’s gala is of utmost importance. Ensure that your etiquette and decorum are befitting of members of Lord Diavolo’s student council,” Lucifer commanded. Authoritative as usual, he eyed each of his brothers where they sat around the dinner table.
Beel grunted his affirmation through a mouthful of hellfire curry rice. Belphie rolled his eyes pointedly, while Satan made no acknowledgment of the eldest’s not-so-subtle warning. The Avatar of Lust gave a brief “mm-hmm!” of affirmation and continued swiping through his DDD.
“Yea, yea, we got it,” Mammon grumbled to your left. From your right came a muffled huff of annoyance, the one and only response to earn a look of sympathy from you. Your and Leviathan’s eyes met with unspoken understanding, though the moment was cut short as Lucifer turned his attention to you directly.
“MC, the gala will also serve as the official debut of RAD’s exchange program participants. Each of you will be individually introduced upon stage; thus, you will require a partner to act as your escort.”
You paused in surprise for a brief moment, before giving an affirmative nod and returning your gaze to the handsome, huffy demon beside you.
“Levi, would you mind -“
“Um, I- I think Lucifer or Mammon would be best for that!” Leviathan stammered, cutting you off before the request could fully leave your lips.
Well, that was a speedy rejection.
“Ah, well, that’s okay then,” you consented, quickly forcing a smile back at your boyfriend. The other demon brothers averted their eyes and shifted in their seats, desperate to avoid involvement in this awkward, unexpected couple’s conflict.
Unsurprisingly, Leviathan sprung from his chair, mumbling a “thanks for the food” and some unintelligible excuse to return to his room. Your eyes followed his retreating form until Asmodeus broke the table’s uncomfortable silence.
“Don’t look so sad, hun,” he consoled. “That wasn’t about you at all.”
“That’s right, MC! You know how he is with that kinda stuff!” Mammon patted your shoulder a bit too firmly, attempting a comforting gesture.
Belphie gazed at you sympathetically before cutting his eyes down the table. “Nice going, Luci,” he jeered. Satan added an affirmative snort of contempt.
“Forgive me, MC,” the Avatar of Pride apologized with a frown. “I should have anticipated that reaction. I did not intend to make you uncomfortable.”
“It’s alright, Lucifer. I’ll talk to him about it later in private,” you reassured. Changing the subject, you held up Levi’s abandoned plate. “Hey Beel - want to finish this?”
“Yes, please.”
Unsurprisingly, the only thing you could think about the rest of the evening was Levi. Of course you understood the reason behind your boyfriend’s flustered reaction; being the Avatar of Envy was a terrible burden, and one poor Leviathan had carried for literal centuries. You hated that the person you adored more than anything and anyone else was constantly plagued with feelings of self-doubt and inferiority.
How many thousands of words had you spoken to try and build up his confidence? Sadly, ages of loathing himself seemed to make it nearly impossible for Levi to believe anything positive you tried to say about him. If only there was a way to overrule that inferiority complex…
As you sprawled across your bed pondering, you recalled the advice Asmodeus gave earlier that night while cleaning the kitchen.
"Perhaps you should try being a bit more… assertive with him,” winked the lovely, lustful demon.
Assertive, huh? Cohabitating with the literal personifications (demonifications?) of the seven deadly sins took more than a little assertiveness. If you weren’t able to hold your own against them, you would’ve been eaten by now! Be assertive...
Yeah, you could do that.
You had to give it to yourself - you could wear the hell out of a pair of thigh highs.
Grinning mischievously, you appreciated the vixen reflected in your mirror. The tops of your breasts spilled gorgeously out of a strappy crimson silk blouse, complemented perfectly by a velvety black miniskirt. The last time you’d worn it to dinner, a blushing Levi couldn’t look you in the eye the entire evening. If the skirt didn’t send him sputtering again tonight, the skin between its hem and the tops of your thigh-high stockings certainly would. Turning around, your smile turned devilish at how positively provocative your ass looked, pushed up by a pair of patent leather pumps.
You can’t spell “assertive” without “ass,” after all.
Grabbing your DDD, you shot a quick text to Leviathan.
Come to my room for a min? Got something for ya 🥰
Within seconds, you saw the telltale " …" of his pending response appear, disappear, then reappear again.
Ok
Ah, yes. He was obviously feeling guilty about the escort situation. No matter, though - you were confident it would be worked out soon enough. Silencing the device, you turned expectantly toward your door.
As if on cue, a timid knock sounded from the other side.
Click, click, click,
tapped your hot-shit heels as you strode to the door to welcome your boyfriend inside. It took about 0.2 seconds for Levi to begin blushing at your appearance, and his breath audibly hitched when his eyes drifted down, down, down past the curve of your waist and hips.
The stockings, no doubt.
“Wh- wha- what are you dressed like that for?” Leviathan stammered.
He must’ve missed the flirtatious smile you gave in response, because before either of you could take another breath, he launched into a rant.
“It’s because of what I said tonight, isn’t it? I fucked up, like always, and I embarrassed you in front of every- ”
“What? Levi, no, that’s not -”
“So you’re going out, and you look like that, so of course you’re gonna find someone else to be your partner tomorrow, someone who’s fun and cool and -”
“Leviathan.”
“ - someone way better than an NPC otaku shut-in that can’t even -”
“Leviathan, STOP.”
The order came out so stern, Levi’s mouth stopped in the middle of his next word. While he was still frozen in shock, you took advantage of the moment to pull him inside and lock the door behind you.
Stepping in close, you placed one hand in the middle of his chest, put on your best fuck-me-in-your-bathtub eyes, and gazed up at him through your lashes.
“Babe, I’m not going anywhere tonight. All of this,” you purred, “is for you.”
If Leviathan was shocked before, he was dumbstruck now.
“Come on,” you smiled playfully, pulling him along by the arm, “didn’t I say I had something for you?”
Pushing the fifth-strongest demon alive onto your bedroom couch was way easier than anyone would expect. Standing above him, your dominant position made it easy to slip your knee between his legs, forcing them open below you. Looking down into his face, you let your smile drop slightly; when he turned sheepishly to the side, you bent to take his chin into your hand, then pulled it up until he was forced to return your stare.
“Levi,” you spoke, letting your smile fall completely into a frown. “You don’t really think I want to find someone else, do you? Did I do something wrong, something that made you think that I’ve been…”
Strained silence permeated the air for a moment before you continued.
“… that I’ve been lying about how much I love you?”
“No!” Leviathan exclaimed in shock. How could you think that? He was supposed to be the insecure one, not you!
“You haven’t done anything wrong, MC! I know you wouldn’t lie to me about anything, I swear!”
Even the lord of the sea took the bait sometimes.
“Then why,” you asked innocently, “do you always seem to doubt how much I want you?”
As you spoke, you moved onto him - stealthily placing one knee to his right, then the other to his left, until you were poised to slowly sink yourself onto his lap. Once you sat comfortably atop his thighs, you gently placed his hands upon your waist before settling yours around his neck.
“It isn’t you, MC, it’s - it’s just…”
As he spoke, Leviathan’s eyes searched desperately for a safe place to look. Your breasts being dangerously close to his face, he directed his glance downward instead, and immediately sealed his fate.
He never could resist your thighs, especially in stockings.
Smugly, you relished in the feeling of him hardening quickly beneath you. If only his self-confidence was as solid as that. By now, Levi had turned his face sideways again, embarrassed by his undeniable arousal.
First the bait, and now the switch.
“Levi, darling,” you purred dangerously, forcing his chin up until he faced you once more, “I think it’s time you learned an important lesson about doubting me.”
Before he could respond, you pulled him into a harsh kiss, inhaling deeply as your lips locked and your grip tightened around the sides of his neck. A quiet whimper had you sinking your teeth assertively into his bottom lip, letting go only to run your tongue soothingly over the fresh bite. As quickly as you’d pulled him into you, you pushed him away.
“Tonight, Leviathan, you will obey me. You will think of nothing else, and you will not speak unless I tell you to do so. Do you understand?”
Still gasping from your heated kiss, he nodded compliantly.
“Good boy. Now, pay careful attention to what I’m about to do.”
Leviathan watched intently as you removed your dominant hand from his neck, then held your index and middle fingers up between you. As you lifted your hips from his lap, your fingers moved to slip languidly past your thighs, then up once more to glide sensually through slippery, inviting wetness. As your hand returned to view, Leviathan’s eyes widened at the shiny, translucent lines that now decorated your fingers.
“Open.”
One moan, low and wanting, growled at the evidence of your desire.
“Tongue.”
Two moans reverberated through the air at the sight of the Avatar of Envy savoring your arousal.
“Tell me, Levi - doesn’t this prove that I want you?”
With his tongue still running greedily over your fingers, you pressed down firmly, forcing his chin into a nod.
“And that’s all from a single kiss, love. Now pants off.”
Within seconds, all clothing below Leviathan's narrow, muscled waist was discarded. Those joggers wouldn’t be the only thing pooling on the floor tonight; just watching Levi’s strong, purple-tipped cock spring into view produced a new surge of wetness between your thighs. Licking your lips, you imagined adding his own inviting trickle to the mix.
“Sit.”
Following his compliance, you knelt between his knees, face tantalizingly close to the rigid object of your adoration. You snapped out of your ogling when Levi’s hand shot to his mouth, teeth closing around the meat of his thumb. True to his word, he literally bit back a nervous protest. Adorable, you mused. And commendable.
“Good job, Levi,” you praised. “Focus on the pleasure you feel. You can close your eyes for now, if it makes you more comfortable.”
Leviathan’s head fell back in visible relief as he took up your offer. His eyes now closed, you zeroed in once more to the marvel standing erect before you. Gripping its shaft firmly, you gave a tantalizing lick up his impressive length, delighting in the full-body shudder it triggered.
“Mmmm,” you moaned, flicking gentle licks around his warm, swollen tip. “I never get tired of worshipping this beautiful,” flick, “thick,” flick, “perfect dick of yours.”
Head still resting on the back of the couch, Levi let out a deep groan in response. Now that it was completely coated in your saliva, you increased your hand pressure around his member, moving languidly up, then down, up, then down, all the way along his length.
“Look at me now, darling.”
Lust-blown pupils widened at the unbearably erotic sight of you pleasuring him. This time, the blush on his face wasn’t just from embarrassment.
“Tell me, Leviathan, do you understand the difference between my relationship with you, and my relationship with Lucifer, or Mammon, or any other demon for that matter?”
“Uh, um, you don’t…” bless his heart, he was trying his best. “You don’t… like them the same way?”
“Very good,” you approved, increasing the rhythm of your hand ever so slightly, “you’re right about that. But allow me to elaborate…”
Never stopping the motion of your fist, you stared seriously into those captivating, tropical-sunset eyes. How fitting that they grace the face of the Admiral of Hell’s Navy.
“The biggest difference is choice, Levi. I didn’t have a choice about joining the exchange program and working with Lucifer. I didn’t have a choice about Mammon being my guardian, either.”
Levi’s eyes wandered down shyly at the implication of your words. “Eyes on me, love,” you reminded gently. Once his gaze mirrored yours again, you continued.
“But you, Levi… I chose to be with you. I chose to love you. And I choose to do that every day, because to me, you are the most incredible, capable, attractive, special being in all the realms.”
And then, abandoning all concern for how he might react to your declaration of love, you abruptly forced both your fist and your throat down his broad, pulsing length. Naturally, you gagged on the size of him - it would take a giraffe to deep throat his dick, but your determination was fierce. Instead of pulling away to gasp for breath, you pushed down even harder, wordlessly encouraging him to savor the stimulating contractions of your throat.
“MC, I - fuck, fuck that feels - haah - feels goo- ahh!”
Gasping between words, Leviathan desperately tried to express himself coherently, but the physical and emotional sensations you inflicted upon him were too much. With his eyes shut tightly, the Avatar of Envy struggled helplessly to keep his composure. It was too much to control, too much to comprehend; the fact that you, perfect, beautiful you, had professed your love to him so blatantly, all while delivering the thigh-high stockinged blowjob of his fantasies.
“Remember, Levi. Your place is by my side.”
You knew he was on the brink when Levi’s hips thrust desperately upwards at your words, stuffing as much of himself as possible past your mouth. Pulling away, you issued one final command -
“Come for me, Levi,” you breathed. “My Levi.”
Returning your throat and fist to his cock, your free hand joined to firmly caress his balls. The additional stimulation drove Leviathan into unbridled ecstasy, hips bucking wildly as he surrendered to the devastating sensations.
“MC, ahh- !” Leviathan buried his hands in your hair, simultaneously crying out your name in one last beautiful, broken sob. “I love you MC, I - I love you so much!”
The finest of wines and Demonus could never compare to the blissful taste of his hot, fervent release spilling down your throat. No view in the worlds would ever outshine the sight of him trembling in ecstasy; the sight that drove you to demand more, more confessions, more submission, and more release from your beloved Avatar of Envy, over and over and over again, through the remaining hours of that dark, devilish night.
“Please welcome MC, the final participant and representative of the Human Realm, escorted tonight by the Admiral of Hell’s Navy, Avatar of Envy, and Third Lord of the Devildom, Leviathan Morningstar.”
Murmured expressions of awe accompanied the applause resounding through the castle’s great hall.
“Did Levi get taller or somethin’?” Mammon wondered aloud, eyebrows raised at the sight of his brother proudly leading you onstage.
“Maybe. He’s definitely not giving his usual chickenshit vibes,” regarded Belphie.
“What’s a chickenshit?”
Diavolo coughed into his fist to conceal a laugh, and even Barbatos’ solemn expression flickered at the brothers’ exchange. Beside them, Lucifer’s face hardened into a threatening scowl, effectively subduing the chatter.
“Tell you later,” Belphie muttered back to his twin.
As you descended the stage, you noticed the Avatar of Lust’s face sported a knowing smirk.
Levi with a bunny girl mc and it's breading season so she extra horny. So he has to help mc out. Levi getting dom by his horny girlfriend. He will not leave her room for a while. 😊
Ooooh, now this is enticing! Reminds me of a HC I have for Levi that I’ve been wanting to write for a while… I think he’d benefit from a partner who isn’t afraid to use a little positive reinforcement, if you catch my drift 😉
Thanks for the submission! I’ll get to work on it soon!
I’ve been working on this request for a little while, and it’s been such a fun, tantalizing write! Thank you, my anonymous friend, for submitting it 😘
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“Levi, darling,” you purred, forcing his chin up until he faced you once more, “I think it’s time you learned an important lesson about doubting me.”
Before he could respond, you pulled him into a harsh kiss, inhaling deeply as your lips locked and your grip tightened around the sides of his neck. A quiet whimper made you sink your teeth assertively into his bottom lip, letting go only to run your tongue soothingly over the fresh bite. As quickly as you’d pulled him into you, you pushed him away.
“Tonight, Leviathan, you will obey me. You will think of nothing else, and you will not speak unless I tell you to do so. Do you understand?”
Still gasping from your heated kiss, he nodded compliantly.
“Good boy. Now, pay careful attention to what I’m about to do.”
