Ive been listening to Hamilton on repeat lately, specifically satisfied(my fav ngl) and I got this amazing idea for a fanfic of obey me!
So Lucifer is Angelica and Mammon is Elizabeth and Mc is Alexanda(singing roles specifically/ basic idea of how it should go)
So Mc gets summoned to the Devildom basically everything goes with obey me lore but the reason he got Mammon to be Mc's care taker for the exchange program is because he was orginally supposed to be their care taker but then he saw MC in person and fell instantly and suddenly he felt like Lillith in that moment and he couldn't handle it so he passed them(you) off to Mammon so he doesn't have to thing about the fact that he basically fell for you instantly, so obviously thats why I used the song satisfied as the base for this idea, obviously some of the wording would need to be changed to fit obey me lore so like instead of Lucifer calling MC penniless like how Angelica does Alexanda, he says something along the lines of 'and MC is human but that doesn't mean I want them any less' and obviously some other lines would be changed aswell for the sake of sticking to the og obey me lore, and then basically as the lore goes Mammon falls for MC like a week in and Lucifer instantly regrets making Mammon their care taker bc he wanted them but because of his pride he could not be with a human and then he realizes even if he did sacrifice his pride to be with MC he couldnt do that to Mammon.
That pretty much sums up my idea but I dont have too much writing skill to pull off a fic like this and im sorry if this idea is a little messy, it is 2am here rn so if it is thats why, if any writer decides to write this in their interpretation I WOULD BE SOOOOO HAPPPY, and I'd love to read anyones work if anyone decides to base a fic they write off of my idea!
Summary: Jason's girlfriend is quiet during sex. He has no problem with it until Roy teases him over it and now hes determined to get you to moan loudly
Notes: I don't usually write smut so bare with me please! I hope you enjoy and its not cringy lol if you do enjoy please reblog and comment i get way too excited to see what yall think! Kisses 💋
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Jason never thought twice about you being quiet during sex. You were quiet— not silent, not emotionless, just shy. You were soft. And he loved the Breath hitching, fingers clenching, thighs trembling. He could feel everything you felt, even if you didn’t moan like someone in a cheap Gotham porno.
It never bothered him.
At least it didnt until Roy opened his damn mouth.
They were cleaning guns in the garage when Roy snorted, “Man, does she even like it? You’re quieter than a nun’s class when you two—”
Jason threw a wrench at him. Roy dodged it, cackling.
“Bro, I’m just saying! Girl’s quieter than a library. You must be doing something wrong.”
Jason hated that all he did was punch Roy for talking about you like that. He hated how the words stuck with him. How they followed him home. How they echoed in his head the next time you kissed him and tugged him toward the bedroom.
So now?
Now Jason is on a fucking mission.
To hear you moan. Loudly. Preferably loud enough to make Roy eat his damn words. Maybe loud enough to make the neighbors file a noise complaint.
He starts subtle the first night. Kissing you deeper, kissinf you slower. Touching you like he’s reading you, cataloging every micro-reaction. You’re already panting lightly, lashes fluttering.
“Y’know,” he murmurs against your throat, “I’ve been thinking about something.” Your breath sticks in your chest. “hm?”
“You've been hold back.” His mouth drags hotly along your neck. “You always sound like you’re trying to not make a sound.”
Your fingers tighten in his hair. “Jason…”
“I want the real thing,” he whispers.
Not angry. Not demanding. Hungry.
You don’t answer; but you don’t have to. Your body gives him all the permission he needs.
He gets bolder the next time. And the next.
He learns you moan when he kisses your spine. That you whimper when he bites your shoulder. That you gasp loudest when he praises you, voice low and rough like he’s losing his mind over you.
But he wants more.
So one night, with you under him — hair a mess, lips parted and swollen, eyes completely clouded over—he cages your wrists above your head and leans close enough that you feel every word against your mouth.
“Baby,” he rasps, “I want you to let go. I want everyone to know how good I make you feel. God i need it doll.”
You shiver. “i-I can’t. It’s embarrassing.”
Jason’s expression softens, then darkens in the hottest way. “Embarrassing?” He kisses you slow, deep, filthy. “Sweetheart, your sounds are the best thing I’ve ever heard.”
His hand slips between your thighs, teasing, tempting, controlling.
“You wanna know what embarrasses me?” he whispers. “That Roy thinks I can’t get you to make a single noise. That Roy thinks I don't know how to make my girl feel good.” he growled after saying the words out loud.
Your breath catches — louder this time. He grins.
“There it is,” he murmurs, proud and turned on as hell. “Give me more angel. ”
It becomes a game, a game that he loves.
Jason finds every sound your body makes. Every trigger. Every angle. Every word that pulls a noise out of you even when you try to smother it with your hand — which he always grabs and pins away.
“No hiding,” he tells you. “I want it all.”
And the first time you really lose it — a loud, helpless moan drawn out of you by a combination of praise, his hands, and his cock hitting you just right — Jason freezes.
Not in shock but in absolute triumph.
“That’s it,” he breathes, almost moaning himself. “Fuuuuuck baby, that’s what I want. You're fucking beautiful when you’re not holding back.” He couldn't control his hips as he continued thrust into you until you both exploded.
You’re flushed, shaky, trying to catch your breath. Jason kisses you everywhere — cheeks, throat, chest — like he’s worshipping the noise you just made.
“You know what this means?” he murmurs against your ear. You blink at him, dazed. “W-what?”
He smirks, wicked.
“I’m calling Roy. Right. Now.”
You smack his chest. He laughs, drops the phone, and goes right back to finding ways to make you moan even louder;; purely for “research.”
And maybe its for bragging rights. But mostly its because Jason Todd is now completely addicted to every single sound you make.
jason todd comes home after a terrible mission only wanting to feel his body against yours. ╱ soft sex, lots of praising (+18) ˚.✦
You hear his long sight and how he opens the door room already with his boots and armor discard, leaving him shirtless with some black sweatpants. There are some scratches in his torso but the first thing that catches your eyes is the blood drying on his forehead.
"Jay, baby," You slide from the covers and get on your knees in the edge of the bed and he eyes your whole body, focusing on your lips.
He's the one to walks to you, his forehead dropping in your shoulder at that moment. His hands touch your waist like he's scared and you scratch his head until the shiver stops.
"Talk to me, please." You murmur, trying to lift his head off your shoulder, only making him to get closer and clingier.
He drops to his knees, now his head hiding in the space between your stomach and your breasts. He inhales your smell like he hasn't seen you in years even though he was gone just some hours.
"Long patrol." He manages to mutter, voice muffled by your pajama.
You hum and the vibration goes straight to his chest, his hands fisting your shirt.
"Why don't you get cleaned up? I'll prepare you a warm bath," you tell him.
He finally lifts his head from your body, eyes glistening and ashes covering his face. He nods vigorously, wanting to get rid of the feeling of dirtiness of his body. The way you smile at him makes him melt, even more when you drop a kiss on the tip of his nose.
You rise from the bed, fingers brushing his cheek once more before you pad toward the bathroom. The faucet groans to life under your hand, steam curling up as you test the water. You toss in a handful of Epsom salts, the kind he pretends not to like but always sinks into with a sigh. Behind you, his bare feet scuff the hardwood.
He lingers in the doorway, shoulders hunched like he’s still carrying the weight of the night. You turn, crook a finger. “Get in, sweetheart.”
Jason obeys, peeling off the sweatpants and stepping into the tub. Water sloshes as he lowers himself, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around them. The grime on his skin clouds the surface. You kneel beside the tub, roll up your sleeves and dip a washcloth.
“Head back,” you say.
He tips his chin, eyes half-lidded. You swipe the cloth across his forehead, gentle over the split skin. The blood comes away in rust-colored streaks.
“Not mine,” he mutters, anticipating the question. “Perp got a lucky swing with a bottle. Glass everywhere.”
You nod, used to the shorthand. “Hold still.”
He does, but his hand finds your wrist, thumb tracing the inside of your forearm like he’s mapping pulse points. You work in silence: neck, collarbone, the shallow scratches across his ribs. Each pass of the cloth draws a slow breath from him, tension bleeding out with the dirt.
“Rough one?” you ask.
“Usual,” he says, but his voice cracks on the word. “Kid in the alley. Couldn’t have been more than fourteen. Had a knife, shaking so bad he nearly dropped it. I took it away, but…” He trails off, jaw tight. “He ran. Didn’t even fight.”
You rinse the cloth, wring it out. “You did what you could.”
“Not enough.” His eyes flick to yours. “Never is.”
You set the cloth aside, cup his face. “You came home. That’s enough for tonight.”
He leans into your palm, eyes closing. You finish washing him then pull the plug. Water drains with a gurgle. You hand him a towel, he dries off slow.
Back in the bedroom, you’ve already turned down the covers. He slides in first, still damp and you follow. The mattress dips as he shifts closer, arm heavy across your waist, face buried in the crook of your neck. His breath evens out against your skin.
"I love you," he says, kissing the spot behind your ear.
"I know," you say back, leaning into him. You opened your mouth to say I love you back but he talks again.
"I don't say it to you enough,"
"I promise you, you do," you whisper, kissing his neck. "And I love you as much."
You fit yourself along his back, one arm sliding under his neck, the other wrapping around his waist to splay over the hard plane of his stomach.
“Easy,” you whisper against the nape of his neck, lips brushing the fine hairs there. “I’ve got you.”
His answer is the same low, broken sound. “You always do.”
Your hand drifts lower, tracing the V of muscle that disappears beneath the waistband of his sweats. He shivers, hips canting forward into your touch.
"Touch me, baby, please."
You slip beneath the fabric, fingers closing around him, already half-hard, velvet over steel. He groans, the sound muffled into the pillow.
“Like this?” you ask, stroking slow, thumb sweeping over the slick head. “Tell me, Jay.”
“God, yes.” His head falls back against your shoulder, exposing the strong column of his throat. You mouth at it, tasting salt and iron and the faint trace of gunpowder that never quite leaves him. “You’re so fucking good to me. So gentle. I don’t deserve—”
“Shh.” You nip the hinge of his jaw, soothing the sting with your tongue. “You deserve everything. Every second of this. Let me show you.”
You roll him onto his back, the sheets whispering beneath you. He goes willingly, eyes half-lidded, watching you. You straddle his hips, hands braced on his chest, feeling the thud of his heart beneath your palms. His cock slides along the seam of your thigh, you roll your hips, savoring the drag.
“I just want to feel you,” he whispers, hands settling on your waist, thumbs tracing the curve of your hipbones.
You answer by sinking down onto him, slow, bare, the stretch perfect and familiar. He gasps, hips jerking involuntarily. You still, letting him adjust, letting the moment settle.
“Fuck,” he hissesg. “You feel—Christ, you feel like home.”
You clench around him deliberately, and he shudders, fingers digging into your hips.
“Move with me, baby,” you coax. “Let me feel every inch of you.”
He does. Long, languid strokes that make the headboard creak softly with each roll of your hips. Every time he bottoms out, you praise him.
“That’s it, Jay. Sooo deep. So perfect inside me.”
“You’re taking me so well, sweetheart. Look at you—fuck—gorgeous.”
His rhythm stutters when you rake your nails lightly down his chest, not hard enough to break skin, just enough to remind him you’re here, you’re real, you’re his.
He sits up suddenly, arms wrapping around your waist, face buried in the crook of your neck as he mouths at your pulse point, whispering broken litanies against your skin.
“Love how you sound,” he rasps. “Love how you hold me. Love—love you—”
The words fracture into a groan as you angle your hips, taking him deeper. The sheets tangle around your knees, but neither of you care. You wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him faster without ever losing the reverence.
“Come for me, Jason,” you breathe against his temple. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
He does, spilling inside you with a choked cry that sounds like your name and relief and gratitude all at once. You follow seconds later, clenching around him, nails scoring half-moons into his shoulders as pleasure rolls through you.
After, he doesn’t move. Just stays buried deep, arms wrapped around your waist, face tucked into the crook of your neck like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.
The sheets are warm now, cocooning you both. You stroke his hair, his back, the nape of his neck, anywhere you can reach, murmuring soft nonsense.
“You’re perfect,” you tell him. “So strong. So brave. And you came home to me. That’s all that matters.”
He makes a sound suspiciously like a sob, muffled against your skin. You hold him tighter.
Content: smut, trans(ftm)reader! uses of he/they pronouns, no use of y/n fluff
You had just made a pact with Barbatos, you don’t know how you managed to do it, you didn’t think he trusted you that much for him to quite literally give part of his soul to you with such ease as if intertwining his soul and life with yours was as easy as breathing.
You were honestly just stuck in your head at this moment blanking out trying to process the fact that the love of your life was so dedicated to you despite your flaws. You also weren’t used to this much dedication before even sleeping with him and I mean that was big compared to all the other guys you dated that you weren’t even sure that they saw you as a guy. Before you could go deeper into your spiral of thought you snapped out of it because of the feeling of his hand moving to rest on your thigh and you looked over at him about to say something but he said it first. “You know.” He hummed in a silky tone, leaning closer to you “We could seal this pact in a much more intimate way if you’d like?” He mused in a soft tone, you had been pushing this off because you had so much body dysphoria and you didn’t want him to see you like that, but with him talking to you like this right after giving you his soul was making you consider it, you wanted it, you wanted him and you knew he’d make you feel good so maybe, maybe it’s time to push your insecurities away and let yourself feel good in his embrace. “I’d like that” You hummed leaning into him aswell, he slipped his hand from your thigh to your hip, pushing you back onto the bed and moving to cradle the nape of your neck in his hand. He placed a soft kiss onto your lips looking into your eyes for extra confirmation. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” He whispered lovingly into your ear. “I will” you said with a bit more confidence before because of him holding you like this. He was about to lean in before he stopped himself and just asked to make sure. “Would you like to use a code word?” “Yes, I’d like that, how about the colours of a traffic light?” You suggested softly feeling your heart race from how close he was, he’s never held you like this, I mean you have cuddled and made out but it never felt so intense and intimate at the same time. “I think that will work.” He hummed, happy now that he’s got full consent from you he leaned in peppering soft kisses over your face and too your lips.
A couple minutes had passed of him just pampering you and lovingly gently. He removed his clothes first to try and make you more comfortable with this newfound intimacy and once he got your permission he undressed you, he peppered soft kisses down your body and paying extra attention to the new pact mark of his formed onto your skin, his pact mark resided on your hip and he had his hand resting on your thigh while he kissed the pact mark once more making you shiver. He pulled back moving inbetween your legs and looking up at you with loving eyes before asking “May I?” Which made you nod despite the nervousness you were feeling but you knew he wouldn’t harm you and you let out a surprised gasp and fisted the sheets as he placed gentle kisses to your sex, licking and lapping up all your juices, worshipping you like you were the most divine thing to ever exist. He mutter soft sweet nothings as he eat you out with reverent care, prepping you nicely to make sure you were ready for his cock. He continued lapping up everything he could from you for the next 5 to 10 minutes before you reached your climax and he propped himself up on you, cupping the side of your face with reverent care, your cheeks were flushed and your breathing was heavy from your orgasm.
You could tell this was going to be the best night of your life.
Authors Note: Sorry if this is a bit sloppy, I’ve gotta write an exam tmrw so this is just a quick blurb I might flesh it out a bit more I just had a thought and I wanted to write for Barb so here ya go!
Just think about it Solomon is the only other human you’ve been in contact with for a year due to the exchange program.
And obviously because he is the only other human he is the only other one that truly understands your struggles.
Solomon always checks up on you ever since the beginning of the program because you’re the only two of your species there and he knows how jarring it is to adapt to the devildom societal norms and etc.
Solomon was the only one who noticed your weird behaviour, always noticing the small changes maybe when you lost or picked up weight or when you’d always wear a tight wrist band or even when you’d come out of the school bathroom with your eyes puffy and slightly bloodshot and how you’d sometimes limp even though you “weren’t injured”
So he start to check up on you, he’d always check how you were he’d make little jokes just to make sure you had a smile on your face that day because you barely seemed to have a smile at all at least not a genuine one. He’d start checking on you after you came out of the bathroom during those moments just to see if you needed comfort but he would never push, so slowly you started trusting him more, you’d start spending more of your time messaging and talking to him and with you two becoming close he’d start to know about the self harm, suicidal thoughts the fact that you either don’t eat or binge eat.
And he’d completely understand what you’re going through because well if you’ve been alive as long as him there hasn’t been much that you haven’t seen or been through, so he’d help you best he can. He’d start going up to you when you seemed stressed and take you to a private corner so you can relax for a few minutes or he’d start checking on you after relapsing(when you told him you did) to just bring you something to drink or eat and to say that it was ok that you did that but he’s going to try and help you stay clean for a little bit longer and he’d try and give you ideas that worked for him not to relapse.
He’d start sleeping over at the house of lamentation more just to make sure that you weren’t dead by morning and he’d sleep by your side or at the edge of the room depending on your needs that day.
He’d start sending you little daily encouragements in the morning to try and make you feel better and hopefully a little stronger.
And if I’m being honest this man would do anything to see you happy, you’re the first person who’s truly seen him in a long time and you’ve taught him how to love again, he doesn’t want to lose you sooner than he has to.
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