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UPDATED 3/23/2026 Hello! Welcome! This is a blog dedicated to several fandoms. Right now it is mainly Obey Me! and Haikyuu! I am a writer but I also love to share other things that catch my interest. I am not spoiler free and NSFW themes are found here so advisory be ware.
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you'd need a black hole to pull me out of him.
one of my favourite things about mammon is how his 'tsundere', 'won't admit he likes you' thing lasts barely a tenth of the og storyline.
My sweet, handsome demon 🥰
completely enamoured with this beast
Oikawa and Iwaizumi dealing with their newfound feelings for you (Part 1, 2, 3)
Oikawa who randomly sends pictures of things that remind him of you. Some images are cute, some are downright insulting. He likes to keep you on your toes. (aka he thinks you’re cute when you’re mad). Iwaizumi, on the other hand, likes to randomly call to see what you’re up to. He’s not the type to sit on the phone in silence, but he likes working out to the sound of your voice or going about other tasks.
Iwaizumi who develops a soft spot for you. He becomes less irritable when you’re around, which Oikawa quickly takes advantage of.
Oikawa who is a little bitter that you used him to get closer to Iwaizumi. However, now he has an upper hand because he was friends with you first.
Iwaizumi who now loves when fangirls flock to Oikawa. While he is distracted, Iwaizumi takes the opportunity to treat you to some food.
Oikawa who blows up your phone when you disappear with Iwaizumi after he gets mobbed. He whines into a voice message that you left him to the wolves.
Iwaizumi who feels emotionally constipated when he flirts with you. He never comes off as smooth or suave as Oikawa.
Oikawa who feels you don’t take him as seriously compared to Iwaizumi. He comes off as flippant while Iwaizumi is reliable.
Oikawa and Iwaizumi whose competitive streak only increases in tenfold whenever you’re around. There’s no official score, but they just know whenever one of them is in the lead.
Iwaizumi who invites you out to the movies and Oikawa crashes the date. He remembered you mentioning wanting to see that movie! You end up awkwardly seated between them. Iwaizumi is irked while Oikawa laughs and whispers comments into your ear.
Reader who is not naive and knows how they feel. You often wonder how you got into this mess. It wasn’t as if you tried to seduce Oikawa.
Reader who has a betting pool with Maki and Mattsun on who will confess first. Odds are in Iwaizumi’s favor. Oikawa is too used to having girls flock to him.
Thanks to Bokuto, you’re always late now.
He can’t help himself.
He’s gotta have just a few more minutes alone with you.
One more hug, another lingering kiss, just one more excuse to crowd into your space until whatever time you had left is long forgotten.
It doesn’t even matter what it is anymore.
Team dinners, birthdays, movie dates, reservations. You’ve officially become that couple people purposely give the wrong time to.
Because somehow, every damn time, Bokuto ends up trapping you in the hallway with a stupid grin while pressing dramatic, messy kisses all over your face and neck.
“Bo,” you whine between kisses, “We promised we’d be on time today”
His chin drops to your shoulder immediately, “You look really good” he murmurs, nose nudging against your neck.
You feel your cheeks heat up, stomach still twisting despite yourself, “Bo-“
He starts kissing a trail down your neck, big hands somehow pulling you even closer.
You breathe hitches in your throat, all fight quickly leaving your body as he kisses down your collarbones.
“There she is,” he says quietly, real smug and pleased with himself, eyes glimmering with something dangerously amused.
You shove weakly at his chest, “C’mon, the boys are waiting-“
He barely moves. Just glances up at you with droopy eyes before leaning in again and dropping one last lingering kiss to your collarbone.
Suddenly, he nips at your skin, just enough to sting a little, small gasp slipping out.
“Hey-“
He cuts you off with a heavy, slow kiss. Like he’s got nowhere to be, like time just stopped here, with you.
You can’t help but melt into it, his hands settled at your waist, pulling you in like it’s just instinct.
When he finally pulls back, he’s grinning.
You blink at him, almost a little dazed, “…You did that on purpose” you mutter.
He grins, looking way too damn proud, “C’mon,” he says, already pulling his keys out, “We gotta go now”.
Then he pauses at the doorway, looks back at your dazed little expression and messed up hair and immediately walks back over, “Just one more kiss” he murmurs, grinning.
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A/N: I need to chew on him so bad
Kenma Kozume x F!Reader
You were a niche influencer, nothing much only 3k followers on instagram and about 5k on TikTok, you posted few videos of you playing guitar now and then, and you had your small little community of girlies who loved your vibe.
Whilst your boyfriend kenma was a pretty famous streamer, he had few millions followers along with a company he owns and rule surprisingly well despite his well known laziness.
You always tried to be discreet about Kenma, but the whole point of your account was sharing a bit of your life with every picture, and you couldn’t pretend to show your life without mentioning the most important person in your life.
So you always made sure to hide his face in whatever picture you posted, it could be only your hands holding, or just your shoulder against his, just casually soft launch.
And even like that you saw few people on twitter assuming you were Kenma’s girlfriend because they recognized one of his shirts or a bracelet he often wore on streams (that you gifted him ofcc) but luckily it didn’t really make any noise so it didn’t matter.
But just in case you almost completely stopped posting him at all,
Kenma noticed, he noticed how you’d often post pictures of him without showing his face while you had no problem posting your friends faces, he didn’t really think about it, but it bothered him a tiny bit
One evening you just came back from a hangout with some friends, Kenma couldn’t come so you invited Kuroo instead,
You as expected posted few pictures of the hangout, including a mirror picture of Kuroo and you at the mall,
Kenma saw that ridiculous story and it made him frown, and a bit insecure if he was being honest, he started believing that you were ashamed of him or something.
Because why would you post kuroo but not him? Your boyfriend???
, he was streaming in his gaming room while you were in the living room watching tv on the couch,
After few minutes you heard his room’s door open, you looked over your shoulder to see him coming at you, you smiled and immediately open your arms inviting him in, he let out a quiet sigh and crash into your arms his face nuzzled up between your breasts, you gently stroke his hair
“You’re done streaming?” You asked quietly, he nodded
Your hand gently removed the hair tie that held his hair in a messy bun, freeing his bicolor strands. He sighed in satisfaction,
“Love…” he started his voice muffled by your chest, you hummed “I saw your story…” you looked at him curious “yes? What about it?” A sigh escaped his lips again “why did you show his face?”
The question made you pause “kuroo, why did you show his face” he repeated
“Why wouldn’t I?”
Then he straightened himself a bit leaving the warmth of your chest
“I don’t know…you tell me.” his eyes were searching yours “you never show my face…” kenma felt heat taking place all over his cheeks
“What do you mean?”
“You never posted my face.”
You look at him, kenma was really reserved and even tho you never really talked about keeping your relationship a secret, you always assumed that he preferred keeping you out of the internet,
“Kenma, did you forget you were famous or?”
He frown “what does that have to do with anything?” You sigh “well we don’t want people to know we’re dating, right?”
His frown deepen “why wouldn’t I want people to know I’m dating you?”
That statement made you pause
“What?” Was the only sound you managed to get out of your mouth
“You’re my person” his tone was unusually firm and confident “you’re not some mistake that I should be hiding, you’re my girlfriend, not kuroo’s.”
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, oh, that was cute
“Are you jealous?”
His face twisted in a grimace “of kuroo? Never.” His face went back to the spot he loved so much, the tiny space between your breasts, he knew he was being childish, but he couldn’t help.
“C’mon, admit it” you teased your hand running through his hair
“I hate you…” he muttered weakly.
“I love you too” you replied softly, “and I’ll post your face, if it’s what you want”
He smiled and nodded against your chest.
lucifer’s birthday asmr for those who gaf
part 1 - after the party
part 2 - a special present
part 3 - turning the tables
part 4 - beyond the stay
Shout out to this guy!
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Mammon Dating Headcannons:
It’s no secret I love this idiot, so I give you my sappy and slightly horny headcannons. Enjoy, my fellow whores.
Mammon x GN MC (NSFW at the bottom)
All of this is new territory for him. Mammon is ancient, even if he doesn’t act like it. He’s known passion and lust, but very rarely love and devotion. Every relationship he was ever in was either shallow or one-sided. But not with you.
To him, you’re far more precious than any jewel or piece of gold that he’s ever come across in his centuries of life.
He’s terrified of screwing everything up like everyone says he does. Despite his facade of confidence and arrogance, he’s deeply insecure. Mammon feels as if no matter what he does, he will never deserve you.
But that's not true one bit, so you’ll have to remind him every once in a while.
He’s greedy and possessive, but that's his sin to bear. There are days when that will feel overbearing, so you’ll need to set boundaries with him, which may be difficult for him to keep. But since it’s you, he’ll do anything to keep you by his side.
He’s touch-starved, but he won’t tell you that. For Mammon, his actions speak much louder than the words that leave his lips. He’ll complain and tease you for being clingy, but he’ll hold you closer, tighter, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish into thin air.
He’s kind of like a cat in a way. He’ll leave tiny gifts in places where you’ll find them, but usually denies it was him. Sometimes it's candy that he knows you like, or maybe small pieces of jewelry that he stole, or tiny notes that aren’t “traditionally romantic,” but sweet nonetheless.
Mammon is far more likely to do something if you tell him to than if his brothers ask him to. You actually show him respect, but it’s also because he’s whipped and would pretty much do anything for you.
Lucifer will often pull you aside to ask you to ask Mammon to do something, and Mammon will usually comply.
He loves being teased by you. He’ll pretend to be annoyed, but you can see how his ears and cheeks are a little red.
Mammon is a known klepto; everyone knows that. He will not hesitate to steal your shit, but instead of pawning it off like he usually does, he wears it or just keeps it.
Is your favorite shirt missing? Mammon. Are your body lotions and body sprays gone? Mammon. Is your ring not on your nightstand where you put it the night before? Mammon; it's on his finger.
It’s cute if not annoying.
He’s a clingy fuck and will tackle you down for cuddles with no remorse. Just hope you don’t have anything important planned, because he’s not letting you go anytime soon.
He calls you his good luck charm. You always make his days better just by merely existing, and to him, that's enough.
NSFW:
The things he stole from you aren’t always used in PG ways.
He often will smell your shirts while he fists his cock. He resorts to this when you're away.
Speaking of you being away, he loves phone sex. He misses you, not just sexually, so he calls you often, and those calls usually end up getting pretty steamy.
He gets really turned on when you wear his clothes. It just presses on the possessive instincts that only show up around you.
Sometimes after a good-paying modeling gig, he’ll buy you expensive lingerie. He knows you well enough to know what you like and dislike, but he wouldn’t mind seeing you in something gold. (For fem MC)
If you ever send him nudes, he’ll guard them like special cargo. Only he gets to see you naked, so you don’t ever have to worry about your pictures being leaked. And if you want, he’ll send you something too.
Despite what most people might think, he’s a total sweetheart in bed. Depending on the mood, he’ll act like a completely different demon. Shower you with praise, telling you how much he loves you, making sure you finish first before he does. He’s a huge softie deep down.
thinking about satan's tail telling on him despite how composed he tries to be. it's a wild little appendage, all barbs and sharp edges people usually avoid. it flicks about in irritation, scratches floorboards and furniture like a riled cat when he's aggravated over something or other. when he's calm, it winds around his leg like an obedient pet waiting for its master's command.
but with you? it's a different story.
ankles. wrists. legs. arms. hips, even. the spiney tail has a mind of its own, constantly wrapping around your vulnerable points to keep you tethered to satan's side. he could be mid-argument with one of his imbecile brothers when he stops to recognize a weight tugging somewhere vaguely behind him-- you, barbs poking at your wrist as it keeps you ensnared yet unharmed, smiling sheepishly at him as he grows flustered by the trap he's got you in. one of the brothers gives you a silent thanks before slipping away from what was surely an impending fight.
satan's cheeks are rosy as he gingerly grabs between the links of his tail and tugs. but the damn thing is too partial to you. each tug only finds it tightening its grip on your fragile human skin. after several minutes of various strategies to free you-- yanking, ignoring, even attempting to coax it back to his side-- your delighted giggle makes him flop down on the couch in defeat.
the two of you must come to terms with a simple fact: satan, consciously or not, deems it necessary to keep you by his side.
What photogenic freaks
If obey me was real I'd probably die like a million times cause I'd be pulling their tails. Like a toddler with a cat.
The CUTEST Chat Between Lucifer & Mammon
The way Lucifer pleads with Mammon like a child to answer him while genuinely apologizing. Then the fact it’s because he revealed Mammon once called him DAD! They don’t even refer to their own Father as dad, so that’s a huge deal, especially as an older brother! That’s literally the cutest thing!!!!
Happy Father’s Day
A shitty one shot about Satan yearning in a really horny way for you. NSFW and whatnot I HOPE IT DOESNT SUCK
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For a demon as old as himself, Satan knows that telling someone you love them shouldn’t be this hard. Then again, how often has a demon as old as himself had to confess his love for another being, especially one quite as enthralling as you? He feels his eyebrows furrow. The familiar burn of irritation rising in his chest at the thought of allowing himself even to imagine that you could be feeling the same way. That you could be wherever you are now, having the same dilemma, the same desire for…
Satan rests his book in his lap, eyes closed as he leans his head back against the chair. Irritation turns into something else as he presses his thumbs just enough into the inner corners of his eyes, hoping to dull the uncontrollable pressure building below the surface. His leg bounces as he’s pulled into a full spiral of thoughts about you, making all of this much harder on himself in the process. He just can’t seem to control himself around you and what a cliche that is!
It’s all your fault, of course! You’re just so sweet to him; he doesn’t know what to do with himself. From checking in on him when you know he’s had a terrible day, spending nearly hours searching for him after yet another nasty argument with Lucifer, just to sit with him while he vents his frustrations to you. You never mind, you never care. You who made him feel like no matter the circumstance, there’s always space to let him just… exist. You know all his favorite books by all his favorite authors, and he didn’t even have to tell you; you just noticed! He’s never felt so seen by another being.
And he can’t even allow himself the courtesy of telling you all of this to your face because there’s no way he is deserving of the sort of love you give him. So he spends as much time as possible with you, taking you on dates that aren’t dates (if you ever asked… which you didn’t), inviting you to sit with him while he reads (you’ve fallen asleep with your head in his lap more times than he can count but that’s friendly… right?), soft, snarky comments about how boring it is listening to Lucifer during council meetings (your absolute perfect laugh making his heart flutter because you think he’s so funny).
Satan groans softly, realizing now that no matter how hard he tries, he cannot convince himself that you’re just another human. He has to tell you, he has to stop this foolish behavior and-
“Satan?”
He jumps abruptly in his seat. Hands moving away from his eyes to see you standing there. Right there! In front of him! For who knows how long! He tries hard to say your name casually, though it’s pretty clear at this point that acting casual is next to impossible.
“How long have you been standing there?” He manages to ask, voice strained.
He watches you glance him over, a look of concern on your face as you answer, “Long enough. What are you doing?”
“Nothing!” Satan blurts, mentally kicking himself at how much of a bumbling idiot he sounds like right now. He’ll have to remember to blame Mammon for this later.
He hears you hum softly before sitting next to him. Satan can’t keep his eyes off of you long enough to even attempt at collecting himself. He knows how he looks, especially to you. It’s not exactly late; he has been alone in this library for upwards of two hours. Sitting alone… in the dark… book open in his hand but never reading… hair and clothes visibly disheveled… He must look ridiculous! All this time spent thinking about you has him looking like he hasn’t slept in days. He feels ridiculous!
“Satan!” He’s startled by the sound of your voice pulling him away from his thoughts. He can’t even focus on what you’re saying and he feels awful for acknowledging that.
“This is your fault.” He states that before he can stop himself. It takes him all of five seconds to realize what he’s done but it’s too late. Your expression changes from one of concern to annoyance. A sour expression on your face that Satan thinks you manage to wear beautifully. He really is thinking like Mammon.
“My fault?” You ask, voice matching that expression on your face
Satan hesitates. On one hand, he’s perfectly content changing the subject to placate you. On the other hand, he knows that attempting this would be worse than just expressing his feelings to you. The chances of you rejecting him are not zero. He would hate to be the reason your friendship ends, but the longer he looks at you, that expression on your face, the knowledge that you’re even concerned for him, that you were in your room (or even with one of his brothers) and thought to check on him. It isn’t the first time, of course, but he can’t help that this time, it just makes him want you more. The very thing ripping his psyche apart is the only thing that could possibly put it back together. And he knows this.
He feels his breathing pick up, ignoring it. He feels himself moving closer, leaning forward, ignoring that too. He watches your expression change, your face heat up, your eyes soften; he can’t ignore that.
You whisper his name softly, as if you’re trying to get his attention, and it nearly makes him shiver. He says nothing, scared his words will betray him. His heart is hammering against his chest. He can’t take his eyes off you. Your faces are inches apart, he’s waiting for you to push him away, yet you never do.
Even when he finally kisses you and you completely tense at the feeling of his lips against yours, you don’t push him away. He can’t believe it. His head is buzzing. He pulls away just enough, just enough to look at you that’s enough to tip him over. Satan feels his whole body warm up at the sight of you. Red faced, quite literally shaking, white knuckling the front of his sweater with your eyes closed.
He kisses you again and this time, there will be no room for hesitation. He’s determined now, fueled by your shared desire for him. An unexpected turn of events has him trying very hard to control himself, but he must. Even as he guides you to lie down on the couch, he can’t pay attention to how his dick twitches at the gasp you let out; when you completely relax under him, but keep your grip on his sweater. He has to stay calm.
His tongue grazes yours softly, enough to elicit the softest of sounds from the back of your throat. Oh, that soft sound is enough for him to throw whatever semblance of rationality he has out of the window. He steadies himself with one of his hands at the side of your head before moving the other to rest at the side of your face gently.
Kissing you a bit deeper, just grazing the roof of your mouth with his tongue, his heart races, and he shifts enough to place his hips against yours. He can’t tell which part of his body needs you more. He feels your hands move to his back. Your fingers dig in as if you’re holding onto him; he can’t even rationalize this. Only minutes ago, he was sprawled against this couch, behaving like he’d fall ill spending another second without your touch. But now?
Now he moves his hand from your face, trailing it slowly down your side, not stopping the kiss for a second. You shiver as he gently dips his fingers under your shirt, just to feel your warmth. The wonderfully uncomfortable pleasure that is his dick straining against his pants only increases when he moves to kiss down your neck. Satan bites softly at first, enough to illicit a response, and what a perfect response you give. Whispering a soft, “don’t stop” as if he could.
He leaves deep hickeys just above your collarbone. The perfect spot, he thinks. Just enough to peek over your shirt, just enough to make whoever saw it second guess. A wonderful idea for later, when his nosey brothers wonder where you got off to for so long. Not that he’s concerned about that right now, of course, he isn’t! He’s much more concerned about the noise you make as he slides his hand past the waistband of your pants. And fuck is he concerned about how wet you are.
“I must say,” He pants against your skin, pressing soft kissing across your panting chest. “I wasn’t expecting to find ourselves in this situation.”
You whine softly. He can’t help but smirk. Using his middle finger to tease you just enough, clit hard and aching through your underwear. He feels your hips move slightly, asking so sweetly for more. And who is he to deny you?
Satan shifts just enough to trap you between himself and the couch effectively. He can’t risk the chance of someone seeing you like this, though he knows nobody ever comes to the library when he’s holed up in here for hours. He looks down at you and stops for just a moment. Your eyes are trained on him, half lidded and glazed over. Hair disheveled and breath uneven, he can’t help but admire how utterly mesmerizing you are like this.
Watching your face as he finally moved his fingers beneath your underwear. He groans at feeling how fully wet you are, slipping two of his fingers into you without resistance. Your head falls back, another gasp. He presses them up just enough, and your hips buck. How responsive!
He begins pumping his fingers into you, unable to help himself. Finding a rhythm that has you truly writhing against him and he can’t help but rut against you. He knows how filthy the two of you look. His fingers press deep, never trying to overwhelm you. No, that’s not what he wants. He wants to fill you. He wants to hit every right spot until you’re seeing stars. He wants to fuck you so good, you’re choking on your pleasure. Satan wants nothing more than to leave an impression of his dick on your insides and he fully plans to. He’s waited and yearned entirely too long for you.
He watches you arch against him, breathing shallow and quick, whining his name. The sound of his fingers working you really makes his dick hurt. But he has to stay calm. He has to let you finish. And as he does, he can’t wait to move you away from this couch, to have you in his room, pressed against his mattress for hours. He nearly cums at the thought. But no. Right now he’ll take care of you. Right now, he can wait because later there’s no chance he’ll let you go.
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IF THIS IS BAD OR TOO OUT OF CHARACTER IM SORRY I LOVE SATAN I SWEAR. I tried to keep it as gn as possible with an afab (willing to do amab) reader, this is my first time writing smut.
