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devildom-moss · 1 year ago

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October poll story

Barbatos - Monster kink

(Barbatos x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (top!Barbatos / bottom!MC) (NSFW tags: monster!Barbatos - non-canon/enhanced demonic features including increased greed and lust, claws, sharp teeth, forked tongue that matches his tail, bigger tail, and bigger "tail"; sex involving magic; no specified sex organs for MC; oral - receiving; penetration - receiving; tail penetration; double stuffed by one man - tail and penis penetration simultaneously; technically masturbation; mild bloodplay, mild primal play; begging; multiple orgasms; seriously judging myself at this point CNC - Somno; mild temperature play; implied being used as a human sex toy; no lube - but tail is naturally wet, so mostly no lube; no condom; overstim - receiving; creampie; mentions of very trusting sex)

(other tags: Plot heavy - in the first half, then it basically all erotica, everyone is annoyed with Solomon poor guy kinda?)

Word Count: +4,600 new longest fic for me?

When you heard that Diavolo was going on an overnight trip without Barbatos, you knew you had to go to the castle and get as much alone time as you could with your favorite butler. Considering that Diavolo was also being left in Lucifer’s very capable hands during the trip, you figured Barbatos wouldn’t be in the anxious state that typically overcame him when Lord Diavolo wasn’t under his close watch. So, when you turned up unannounced at the castle that morning only for Little D. no. 2 to answer the door, something seemed off. You tried not to worry, though. Barbatos was probably preoccupied with one of his many tasks.

“Well, if it isn’t Number 2, how are you doing today?” You smiled and patted his head.

“MC! I’m so happy to see you! Are you here to visit Mr. Barbatos? Ooh, I wonder if he’ll come out of his room for you. No one has seen him at all this morning, and when I knocked on his door to check for him, I heard this weird noise before he asked me to leave him alone. Can you believe that? Well, I thought maybe he wasn’t feeling good, so I brought him some tea – now, it wasn’t anywhere near as good as the tea he makes, but when I brought it, he told me that it wasn’t necessary. I left it at the door, but guess what? When I checked back, the tea was cold and untouched. I don’t know what to do, and I didn’t want to call anyone yet because that seems like something Mr. Barbatos would get mad at me for, but since you’re already here, maybe you could check on him and make sure he’s okay.” The monologue recounting this morning’s events spilled from Number 2’s mouth quickly and with no room for interruption.

Without much thought, you had followed Number 2 in the direction of Barbatos’s room – some attempt to physically follow along with his story as your brain processed the information. You let the words absorb into your mind, fishing for a relevant question. It was already past 10AM. Barbatos was always up and about by now. “Did he sound sick?”

“Can’t say. If not sick, he definitely sounded strange – like he was talking with his mouth half-full or something.” Number 2 hummed and tilted his head to the side. “Or, you know how when you bite your tongue or burn it on your soup because it smells too good not to eat it right away – even though Mr. Barbatos warned you to be careful and let it cool?”

“Sure.” You shook your head and stared down the hall. Barbatos’s room was just a few doors down.

“Anyway, I think something is wrong, so I’d really appreciate it if you could look out for Mr. Barbatos. If he really is sick, you’ll take care of him, right?”

“I’d be happy to.”

“Great.” Little D. no. 2 stopped in front of Barbatos’s door and turned around to face you. “I’ll leave it to you. I’m sure the rest of us can find a way to keep the castle running while you tend to Mr. Barbatos, so don’t worry about anything else!”

“Thank you, Number 2. You’re so reliable.” You could tell how worried and eager to help he was. Number 2 nodded and left you outside of Barbatos’s door. You stood there silently for a second, listening for any strange noises or coughs, before gently knocking. “Barbatos, it’s me. Can I come in?”

“MC?” Your name was quiet and muffled.

“Barbatos? I’m going to enter, alright?”

“Wait. I –” he started to protest in an unusually slurred speech, but it was too late. You had already opened the door.

Barbatos’s eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of his bedroom. He had backed himself against the nearest wall. His typically gloved hands were bare, revealing sharp, claw-like nails. One of those hands shot up over his mouth. You heard his tail thump against the wall a few times before he grabbed it with his free hand, stilling its aggravated motions.

“What’s wrong?” you asked him cautiously. He looked different – more demonic than usual.

“Solomon,” Barbatos responded with his hand still over his mouth, only exacerbating his strange enunciation. He was frozen in place.

Of course. You sighed and shut your eyes. What did he do this time? You closed the door behind you and took a few steps into the room. Barbatos eyed you with every move – even as you reached into your pocket to pull out your D.D.D.

“I’ll call him, okay?”

You waited for the phone to ring once before you put it on speaker. Solomon picked up in seconds. “MC, my adorable apprentice, what can I do for you?”

“What the fuck did you do to Barbatos?” you asked him aggressively.

“What do you mean?”

“Something’s wrong with him, and he said it’s your fault.” Technically, that was a bit of a jump considering the facts you had at hand, but it was a logical conclusion.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“Let’s see, slightly glowing eyes and the sudden appearance of claws to start. And – if you don’t mind me adding, Barbatos – his tail looks bigger than before.”

“His tail . . .is bigger?”

“Longer. Thicker. Girthier. Do you need more adjectives?”

“Just his tail?”

“For fucks sake. I didn’t strip him down and give him a full body exam.”

Solomon hummed. “Anything else?”

“He sounds weird – like he has a lisp.” You glanced over at Barbatos, whose cheeks had grown pinker since the beginning of the call. He dropped his hand slowly and opened his mouth, revealing sharp teeth and a long, forked tongue that looked like his tail. A shiver shot down your spine, and you let out a shaky breath before adding, “that’s new.”

“What’s new?” Solomon asked, unable to disguise his intrigue.

“Sharp teeth and a forked tongue.”

You heard a breezy laugh on the other end of the line. “So, good news: I figured out what happened. I accidentally swapped the magical tea blend I made for Barbatos with the one I made for Asmodeus. Oops.”

“Oops?” You sighed while Barbatos let out a low, guttural growl.

“Asmo asked me for a tea to enhance some of his more demonic features for a photoshoot. It seems Barbatos got Asmo’s tea, so Asmo – oh, speak of the devil. He’s calling.”

“Add him to our call.” You looked over at Barbatos, wishing you could apologize for Solomon’s behavior silently.

“What gives, Solomon? Your tea was a total flop. I tested it as soon as I got up this morning. I wanted to check out my enhanced demon features before the shoot tomorrow – maybe indulge in them a bit on my own. Nothing has happened. You promised quick results. I’m still my same, gorgeous self, and all your stupid potion did was give me the urge to organize all of my make-up and tidy half of my closet. I was really depending on you to come through for me here.” Asmo complained, clearly annoyed by Solomon’s failure.

“You basically made Adderall tea for Barbatos?” you asked, staring between Barbatos and your phone.

“Barbatos?” Asmo questioned. “Also, hey, MC~! Are you calling to yell at Solomon, too?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” You nodded.

“Can I speak?” Solomon added quickly, coming to his own defense since no one else was going to. “First, Barbatos asked for something to soothe him and enhance productivity so he could make good use of his day without Diavolo. Second, we had a little mix up, Asmo –”

“ – we?” you interrupted.

“Okay, I had a mix up. You have the blend I made for Barbatos. Barbatos took some of yours. MC is with him now.”

“Ooh. Enhanced demon form Barbatos sounds sexy. Does he look sexy, MC?” Asmo cooed.

“Focus, Asmo,” you responded, too embarrassed to admit the truth. Well, the truth other than that Solomon clearly sucked at making magical Adderall.

“Asmo. I have plenty of the magical blend I made for you left over. I’ll bring it by in a bit, alright? Will that resolve everything on your end?” Solomon’s voice sounded sweet, but there was a grave calmness to it.

“Yes.”

“Then hang up and wait for me, please.” Asmo did as Solomon asked, leaving the sorcerer to clean up the rest of his mess. “As for you and Barbatos, MC, I’m afraid there isn’t much I can do to reverse the effects. Depending on how much he drank, it should wear off anywhere within a few minutes to a full day. Until then, I suggest you leave Barbatos alone. All of his demonic senses are heightened – that includes his urges. He may be dangerous to be around until the effects clear up.”

You looked at Barbatos. His glowing eyes were wide and damp, and his gaze hadn’t left you once during the entire call; even when you looked away, you could feel him staring. His knuckles were white from gripping his tail so tightly. He was even trembling slightly. “No. I’m sorry. I can’t do that. He looks miserable like this. I’m not leaving him. It’ll be fine, just trust me.”

“MC.” Solomon wanted to warn you against it again, but there was no use in arguing with you. “Be careful and call me if you need me.”

“Alright, and Solomon? Learn how to label your shit.” You said it sweetly, but he knew you were livid.

“Sorry! Don’t be mad.”

You hung up the phone and returned your attention to Barbatos. He backed away, pressing his shoulders flush against the wall, as you approached him. It was hard to believe that this was a more demonic version of Barbatos. He seemed so timid and scared. Slowly, you reached your hand out to smooth his hair down. His low growl echoed off the walls like there was thunder muffled inside his chest.

Barbatos gulped and opened his mouth to speak, showing you a glimpse of those magic-sharpened teeth and that tongue – now forked and dyed black and aqua. Overcome by a sudden shyness about his new state, Barbatos covered his mouth again to speak. His breath was unsteady, and his words were quiet. “You should go.”

“But you look miserable. Isn’t there something I can do to help?”

Barbatos dropped his hand, and his gaze followed, landing on the floor. “Help? Please don’t tempt me when I’m like this. I’ve been holding back since you walked into that door – since I first caught your scent from down the hall, if I’m honest.”

You inched closer, testing the waters – testing his control before you cupped his cheeks in your hands and searched his face. When you finally caught his gaze, you realized up-close how unusually terrified he was. You’d never seen him like this, and it only made you want to protect him more – to soothe the fear this spell had pulled from him. Barbatos bit his lip, and for a second you worried he might draw blood, but he didn’t.

“Please,” Barbatos begged with a shaky exhale. You rubbed his cheek with your thumb, hoping to ease his mind. “Don’t touch me any further. I’ll only want more. I won’t be able to stop myself.”

Greed. That was his innate sin. You knew that, and it had never been a concern – even when he lost control. There was always a spark of fear – worry on the lighter days – in his eyes when you caused his composure to faulter. It flashed like lightning. Sometimes, you had to wonder if you had seen anything at all or if your eyes – if his eyes – were playing tricks on you.

The love Barbatos offered was a love that said, “I would like to cherish you always. I will treat you sweetly, and if I must be rough, it will be thoughtful and restrained.” He had never pushed your limits – never even toed the line – unless you asked him to. Now, he was warning you that he did not know his own limits. A dark, selfish, possessive need in him threatened to take everything you would offer him and then some. Barbatos was pleading with you to turn him down, to not indulge him. This was your last chance, and you knew it. All his willpower, reduced into one last-ditch effort to dissuade your trust in him – a final, feeble, “please.”

When you brought your lips to his, it was over. Until that potion wore off, he could indulge his greed until he was sick and bursting with sin; until every ounce of it had spilled over into you, you had committed to take it.

Barbatos wasted no time deepening the kiss. His forked tongue slithered into your mouth, wet and oddly cool compared to the heat of his breath. It wasn’t unpleasant; in fact, you felt a slight shame in how erotic you found this strange new sensation. His tongue entwined with yours like it had never done before. Barbatos also found himself aroused by his new abilities – even more so when you moaned for him. Eager to explore further, Barbatos plunged his tongue deeper down your throat until you could barely breathe. You felt seconds – millimeters – away from gagging on him and pressed against his chest, trying to break the kiss.

Barbatos pulled away, allowing your lungs to recover, but the desperation on his face was worse than ever. Panting and ravenous, he spoke in half-growls: “More. I need more.”

His impatience displayed itself in the way he stripped you of your clothes – reckless with buttons and balling the fabric up tightly in his hands. All the restraint he had went towards refraining from tearing your clothes to shreds. He needed access to more of your body, and with every bit of skin he revealed, Barbatos licked, sucked, and bit part of your exposed flesh.

The feeling of his cool tongue gliding up your forearm made you shiver. Barbatos sank his sharp teeth into your shoulder, breaking the skin and sending a tingling pain through your body. He soothed it by running his soft tongue over the bite mark in slow circles before he licked a trail up your neck, paving a path for him to place hickeys along. Time was lost to you between Barbatos sucking your neck and pawing at your naked body. The sensation of his claws gently scraping along your lower back left you arching into him.

When Barbatos was satisfied with his assault on your neck, he dropped to your chest, marking you and teasing your nipples between the prongs of his tongue. For someone who claimed to be unable to control himself, he sure was taking his sweet time building up your pleasure. If he hadn’t dipped between your legs when he did, you might have found yourself reduced to begging for him.

Barbatos took in the sight of how aroused he had gotten you. His breathing was labored, causing his chest and shoulders to heave. He had waited long enough. You felt his tail wrap around your thigh and pull you closer until you were right in front of his face. His warm breath primed your body for that first, slow, tender lick. Followed by another. Then, one more before his tongue was swirling circles around you. He sucked and licked you ravenously, moaning repeatedly into your body. Barbatos’s moaning was peppered with the occasional growl – reminding you, lest the lust caused you to forget, that Barbatos was an untethered beast.

He clawed up your thighs in the same ravenous manner. Claws sank into the flesh of your ass and thighs, scratching you and pulling you back against him whenever you had squirmed too far away for his liking. You couldn’t escape the constant barrage of stimulation and pleasure. Barbatos refused to stop until he pulled an orgasm out of you. Even then, he overstimulated your sensitive skin with a few teasing licks, cleaning up some of the mess he had made of you. Your knees buckled, but Barbatos got to his feet and pulled you close to support you.

You had not even caught your breath nor come down from your high before Barbatos was kissing you again. He slipped his cum-stained tongue back down your throat, ensuring that you tasted yourself. A low growl rumbled deep in Barbatos’s chest that shook you to your core. The storm had not passed. You weren’t even in the eye of it yet.

As Barbatos continued to kiss you, the familiar sensation of his tail wrapping around your thigh caught your attention. This time, instead of pulling you close, he pulled your legs apart. Had he not been holding you tight, you would have stumbled with the sudden jolt. The silky tips of his forked-tendril-like tail teased between your legs in gentle alternating strokes, occasionally lingering to cup you for a few seconds before the pressure slipped away. Barbatos was building you up all over again. You gripped his shoulders, simultaneously trying to ground and support yourself.

Despite the cloud of lust disorienting him, Barbatos recognized the signs of your weakness and dragged you towards his bed. Even as he pulled you across the room, his tail refused to stop teasing you and preparing you for what was to come. Barbatos had no sooner finally stopped kissing you when your back hit his mattress with a soft thud. Staring up at him, you saw a distorted image of the demon you adored. Maybe it was the enhanced demonic features and those glowing green eyes, or maybe it was the look on his face that told you he was not quite the same Barbatos. His hunger for you had never been this strong – perhaps it would never be this primal and ferocious again. Repressing any fear or hesitation, you wanted to revel in his uninhibited lust.

Fortunately, Barbatos’s tail had a natural wetness to it that aided in the insertion. He lacked the clarity and patience to apply lube before the tips of his tail squirmed into your body. Barbatos delighted in the way your face contorted in pleasure – how you bit your lip to hold back a moan. The prongs of his tail felt cool and soft as they stretched you out, applying pressure to the most sensitive places inside of you. You writhed under him, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to touch you more.

Barbatos scratched his claws gently down your ribs and towards your navel. He fucked deeper into you with his tail and applied slight pressure to your pelvis with his palm, stretching his fingers out above your stomach. Those claws loomed threateningly above your skin while his tail pumped in and out of you. You thought his tail had looked bigger than before, but now you could feel just how much thicker he was. However, you only had a few seconds to dwell on the size before the threat of claws came to fruition and dug into your stomach. The outermost layer of skin split for him, and five distinct pink marks appeared on your stomach; he nearly drew blood. You whined at the pain, but the way your back arched and your muscles tightened told Barbatos that you were in more pleasure than pain.

A brief flash of normalcy came when you heard Barbatos chuckle and saw his lips tug into a wicked smile. “Are you cumming again?”

The noises you were making as another wave of intense pleasure overtook you were the only response Barbatos needed. He was kind enough to slow the movements of his tail as you tried to bring yourself down. It wasn’t fair. Barbatos was making you feel incredible. You were supposed to be the one taking care of him, but there you were, stripped and writhing on your back. All the while, Barbatos was still fully clothed – barring the lack of his standard gloves which had already been removed prior to your arrival. You wanted to make him feel good too.

You reached out for his pants, trying to undo them so you could at least touch him, but Barbatos took hold of your hands and stopped you. “Please, let me focus on you for a bit longer. Please?”

There was no sweetness in his begging – only desperation. It was less of a plea and more of a demand. Refusal seemed off the table, even if you chose it, but you couldn’t. You could hardly refuse Barbatos when he said “please” under normal circumstances – and even less so when he stared at you with such wanton desire.

Barbatos entwined his fingers with yours and held your hands while he watched you come apart on his tail. The way you rolled your hips to get him to press the spot that left your mouth agape was so cute. If he had been gifted with more patience and less greed, Barbatos would have relished in the sight of you fucking yourself on his tail and using him – especially in the exhausted, fucked-out state you were in. Did you realize how flushed you were? Could you feel how hot your skin had become? Were you aware that you had scarcely stopped whimpering and moaning for him in the last few minutes?

“You’re taking it so well,” Barbatos cooed. His affectionate gaze held your attention, even as he pulled another intense wave of pleasure from you. Something about the dim glow of his eyes captivated you. “You’re doing such a good job for me, but can you keep it up?”

Barbatos slid his tail half-way out of you as he dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed. He was trying to go back down on you, but with no opportunity to recover, you weren’t sure how much more you could take. You tugged his hair and stopped his lips and tongue from overstimulating you, earning a whine from him.

“Barbatos, I need you to fuck me now,” you demanded. You couldn’t take another round without at least making him cum once.

Barbatos savored that desperation in you – even if it was just a fraction of his own. He nuzzled your inner thigh playfully. “Just one more taste?”

“No.” You pulled his hair again and made him look at you. “I need it now.”

“Very well.” Barbatos pulled his tail out of you completely and got to his feet. For a second, the way he spoke was so calm that you believed the tea must have been wearing off. Those shining green eyes stayed fixed on your body as he removed his clothes, tossing them into a dark corner of the room. Perhaps the storm was showing signs of passing.

When Barbatos dropped his pants, you couldn’t keep your eyes off the bulge in his underwear and the damp stain, but he didn’t stay contained for long. He stripped fully, finally releasing his cock. He was so hard, and he dripped precum onto the floor. Your mouth watered. Well, if Solomon asked again, it wasn’t just Barbatos’s tail that was bigger than usual. However, you had already taken his tail; you could take this, too. You wanted it.

Your eyes glanced back up at Barbatos’s face as he aligned himself, rubbing his dick against your entrance. Those glowing eyes caught yours, stalling your breath. Even in the dim lighting, those eyes now seemed to be the darkest thing in the room. A low, satisfied growl escaped Barbatos – the last warning from a predator closing in on his prey. The storm was not over, you had merely found yourself in the eye of it for one brief, relenting moment.

He rocked his hips into you, relying on precum and the combined fluids from you and his tail to lubricate himself as he slowly pushed every inch he could get into you. You gasped. The sensation was so different from his tail – so much warmer, pulsating and throbbing inside of you. That initial slow thrust was for your benefit, but it was not intended to set his pace. Barbatos quickly picked up speed, transitioning into rapid, shallow thrusts that repeatedly rubbed against your walls. Still, he seemed to be focusing on maximizing your pleasure.

“I need more,” Barbatos warned you, but you were drowning in too much pleasure, moaning and panting beneath him, to register his warning.

Instead, you whimpered at the shock of Barbatos slipping his tail inside of you. The forked ends swirled around Barbatos’s cock as he continued fucking you, stimulating you both at the same time. It felt like thick, cool, squirming ridges around a hot, throbbing core. Not even an advanced toy could do this to you. But it wasn’t enough for him. Barbatos reached down between your legs to stimulate you further – somehow lucid enough to take care not to scratch you. His touch was light and gentle, contrasting his other insatiable actions, and making your head spin. It was all too much for you. You came again, tightening around Barbatos as you did. He kept fucking you through it.

A pleased moan escaped Barbatos, signaling that he was close. His hands slid up your body slowly, and then, without warning, he clawed down your sides and grabbed your hips. A stinging sensation immediately followed. He gripped your hips so firmly that his claws broke the skin as he forced himself so deep into you that it almost ached. Barbatos gave you a few more deep thrusts before he bottomed out and held you in place. He pumped his cum into the deepest parts of you, filling you up.

Barbatos lolled his head back with a sigh and a smirk. His chest heaved. It took you squirming against his pelvis for Barbatos to realize that he was still holding your hips up against him. He slid his cock out of you, released his tail’s grip around himself, and gently laid you back down.

You looked so blissful and exhausted, but Barbatos had just gotten started. Simply looking at your flushed face and heaving chest was making him hard again. He caressed your cheek; some of the blood he had drawn from clawing at your hips smeared onto your skin. Barbatos leaned down and licked up the mess. When your cheek was clean once more, Barbatos whispered into your ear, “I’m so sorry, lovely. I’m not done. Do I have your permission to keep going?”

His words floated around your hazy mind. You smiled at him affectionately with your eyes half-lidded and reached up to stroke his cheek. Exhaustion was overcoming you. “Yes. Take whatever you need until you feel better.”

“Even if you fall asleep?” Barbatos asked with some of the timidness from earlier.

“Even if I pass out. Even if it hurts. Even if I cry. Be as greedy as you have to be with me.” Maybe you were cum-drunk. Or maybe you just wanted to make Barbatos feel better. Either way, you resigned yourself to being used for the next few minutes or hours or days.

“Thank you, my love.” Barbatos kissed your cheek sweetly.

You watched the dim glow of his eyes dreamily, focusing on them until the rest of the room began to disappear. With your body spent, all you could do was whimper as you felt Barbatos enter you again. Even the pleasure began to dull as you let yourself slip further into the haze. His deep growls and panting were the last thing you heard as your mind fell silent.

Your last thought before a sweet dream swept over you was that, without a doubt, Barbatos would be a mix of grateful and apologetic when you woke up again.

In the morning, Barbatos would ensure you were hydrated, well-fed, and tended to. He would be an affectionate, doting butler for you. And then, someone would have a hefty price to pay.

A/N: I did not think this was going to end up so long, but please enjoy. I am worried I got a little too carried away here. . . but this was still the less deranged Barbatos monster kink idea. Anyway, requests are open and will be until the end of Nov. 5th. And I hope this one does something for some of you.

#moss poll fic #barbatos #gn!mc #spice tier #obey me #obey me barbatos #barbatos smut #barbatos x mc #barbatos x reader #obey me smut #this one is for the monsterfuckers #especially the ones who love the you're a monster but I trust you dynamic #also not me using a storm motif because the pattern on his tail is lightning-like

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Diavolo's Kinktober 2024: Double Penetration

Double Penetration

Pronouns: She/Her

I don't know if it counts as monster fucking since it's a magical plant but if so this is your warning!

Mc approaches Diavolo’s bedroom, excitement coursing through her as the Demon King had sent her a message about a strange new plant he wanted to show her. Knocking on the door, she hears him invite her in, and she complies, entering the room and shutting the door behind her with a soft click.

“Hey, Dia! I’m here, so where is this plant you were talking about?” Mc chirps happily, eager to see her beloved redhead as she walks toward him.

Diavolo looks back at her for a moment before stepping aside to reveal the plant he mentioned. “Hello, Mc! I’m happy you made it here. This is the plant I was speaking about.”

Examining the plant, Mc realizes she can't tell exactly what it is. It looks like a normal foliage plant, but she can slightly feel magic emanating from it. “How strange! It looks normal, but I can feel some magic coming from it.”

“I noticed the same thing. I was going to ask Solomon about it, but he is currently out of town,” Diavolo says matter-of-factly.

“It’s a shame you’re going to have to wait until he gets back,” Mc replies as she plops down on his couch, patting the space beside her for Diavolo to sit.

“Indeed, I would love to know what it does,” Diavolo responds, wrapping an arm around Mc's shoulder. He plants a kiss on her lips, which she leans into, letting the kiss linger before they both pull away, gazing softly into each other’s eyes.

Mc leans back in for another kiss, his lips feeling familiar as she tilts her head and parts her lips, gently lapping at his, asking for entrance. His lips part in response. A hum escapes his lips as he feels her tongue exploring his mouth, every inch, while her hand moves to the back of his head, pushing him harder against her. Her body presses into his as his arms encircle her back, holding her close. He pulls away from Mc’s lips, leaving a trail of kisses down her jaw before making his way to her neck, sucking and nipping at her pulse point, pulling a whine from her lips as she tilts her neck to give him more access.

His hands move to the hem of her shirt, grabbing the fabric and pulling it over her head, tossing it aside before returning to her neck. He pulls away with a soft pop to admire the mark he left, then continues his journey down her chest, unclasping her bra and tossing it aside before taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking vigorously. Mc’s head falls back, her mouth open in a broken moan as she grinds down against his clothed hardness.

“D-Diavolo, please,” she cries out as he switches to the other nipple, his free hand pulling up her skirt before grabbing her hips and grinding her soaked, clothed pussy against him harshly. A low growl pours from his lips as his mind nearly shorts out from the intense friction.

“I need you, now,” he mumbles against her lips, his fingers hastily fumbling with his pants before letting his cock spring free.

A gasp escapes Mc's lips as she feels him pull her panties aside to play with her wet pussy, the head of his cock rubbing against her clit. The feeling of his hot cock against that bundle of sensitive nerves sends electricity up her spine, her walls tightening around nothing as the sensation drives her crazy. Diavolo gives his cock a few swipes at her folds, collecting the slick before pushing at her entrance, his cock slowly sinking into her, inch by delicious inch. Mc's mouth gapes as his massive girth splits her open, his tip finally grazing against that sweet spot deep within her, her walls fluttering at being so full. Diavolo stays still once he's fully inside, his thumb rubbing circles along Mc's thigh as she adjusts to him. He sucks and teases her chest while he waits, making her wiggle and lightly grind against his cock in response.

A few moments pass, and a surprised gasp comes from Mc as she looks back to see the plant that was on the table snaking up her legs, the vine slowly sliding between her legs, caressing and playing with her clit. Mc jolts, the action pleasurable as the plant draws long circles around her clit. The feeling of being played with while stuffed full of Diavolo's cock makes her legs shake.

“D-Diavolo,” she manages to mutter before the plant snakes up her body, the vines wrapping around her breast, tightening and loosening around it as the tip of the plant plays with and squeezes her hardened buds.

Diavolo stares in shock before saying in disbelief, “I think I know what the gimmick of this plant is.” Diavolo feels his cock throb at the sight of Mc at the plant's mercy, her mouth agape as the plant toys with her body in front of him. “I’ll try to stop it,” he starts.

“N-NO,” Mc stutters before a gasp leaves her as the plant slowly enters her ass, making her feel so full and like her body is on fire.

“I understand,” Diavolo says, not moving to stop the plant at her request. He feels Mc slowly start to bounce on his cock as the plant moves to tangle around her hands, restraining them behind her back, leaving her open to his advances.

Diavolo grips MC's hips, keeping her in place so she can't move, earning a needy, drawn-out whine as he feels her walls throb and grip his cock. Her eyes shut as the plant never stops thrusting in and out of her ass, playing with her clit and nipples—everything is too much, slowly sending her over the edge. Diavolo's lips find the abused, hardened buds, taking one into his mouth and sucking harshly, causing MC to moan as her body tries to thrash against her restraint.

“Diavolo, please,” MC cries, her head thrown back, her mouth fallen open in broken moans as he feels her walls start to pulse and tighten. A cry leaves her mouth as he cums all over his cock, the action almost sending him over the edge.

Sitting above her, MC's body shakes and trembles as the plant never stops its ministrations. Tears fall down her face at the overstimulation. Diavolo sits like that for a moment, enjoying the wrecked look of his lover before him, before he firmly grips her hips and slams her down repeatedly on his cock, filling her over and over, all while the plant is still inside her. Loud, broken screams erupt from MC as Diavolo pounds into her abused hole. The plant grows and wraps around her more, filling her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure, thriving on the pleasure between the two. The grip on MC's ass is bruising, and Diavolo keeps up his relentless pace, biting down on her pressure point as he brutally fucks into her. The plant is still deep inside her, running tight, hard circles around her clit, pulling multiple orgasms as neither of them let up until Diavolo finally cums inside her with a broken cry of his own as he feels his cock throb and swell, cumming in multiple thick streams until he is satisfied.

Diavolo leans back, catching his breath as he looks at MC, watching as the plant recedes off of her and back to its original form. MC falls into his chest, gasping for breath as she tries to regain herself. Both lie in that position for a while, just trying to catch their breath and come to terms with what happened.

“So,” Diavolo starts, “should I get rid of the plant?”

MC pauses for a second before mumbling, “No.”

#obey me shall we date #obey me #smut #kinktober #lemon #obey me diavolo #obey me nightbringer #obey me smut #obey me diavolo x mc #obey me mc #she/her #female mc #female main character #is it monster fing if its a magical plant???

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projectbluearcadia · 5 months ago

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[P1] Heart of Blue

Lucifer x GN!MC

[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ]

[ Scenario: After a sweet and short date, Lucifer gets a l'il greedy and wants to spend some more time with you. With cuddles straight into caring sex, Lucifer wants to savor every moment.

Part 1 is fluff; Part 2 is fluffy smut. ]

I am publishing before my self-imposed due date for once, but it comes at the price of two parts. Here's to all the vanilla Luci-lovers <3.

Wordcount - 1178

“I was just thinking about getting...” What—Where the hell did he go?! you think as you look for Lucifer through mounds of antiques. Bizarre china, paintings, books, borderline ancient tools, rusty plant holders, old clothes, and no sign of your (stupid) boyfriend. He was right next to me! you think, annoyed as you wander back through the way you came.

“Look at this,” you hear him say, before you feel his hand around yours—half-shocking you to death—before he drags you in the direction he's been looking. A wall full of pans. What in the ninth hell is he… “It’s Dead Steel,” he explained, hefting one such pan off the wall before he placed it into your hands and nearly made you drop to the floor in the process. He laughed softly as you struggled to hold it, shaking as you carefully set it down onto a dangerously creaking floorboard.

“And… And why is that so fascinating?” you ask, trying to conceal your exasperation with him, and he turned to look at you, bemused.

“It’s Dead. Steel,” he said, again, before he effortlessly swung the pan up by the handle and inspected the engraving. “The Devildom long fazed out of using it because the material is highly resistant to being enchanted. It’s heavy, it’s damn near indestructible, great for hitting people…” He flipped the pan over, fascinated as his burgundy eyes roved over it. “I haven’t seen one of these in thousands of years.” His eyes widened at the dark red, nearly invisible squiggle on the bottom. “Wait, this is my pan. I was wondering where that went.”

“...you really are an old man,” you can’t help but snicker. To think he was so old that his possessions were ending up in antique shops that sold only items that were at least 500 years old.

“Oh, shut up, you,” he grunted. “You aren’t even the sperm cell that squirted from your father’s penis.” You find yourself furtively looking around while you cringe, hoping to low hell that no one heard that.

“Lucifer!” you scold, and he chuckled.

“Aw, does this old man embarrass you?”

“Yes, but more importantly, please do not talk about my father’s genitals.” Some things are better left to the imagination, although Lucifer hasn’t quite seemed to grasp that concept yet.

“You started it,” he hums, apparently pleased with your reaction nevertheless as he takes the 25 kilo pan in one hand. Child. He is actually a child, you complain in your head as he swings the handle on one finger. I guess he’s buying it. And how is he doing that? “MC, if you don’t pick something, I will buy something for bed,” he teases, picking up a cat o’ nine tails and shaking it tauntingly at you.

“Now that you mention it, I was very interested in something before you ran off, thank you,” you answer shortly before you take him by the hand instead, dragging him back to where you had been roaming before he went and disappeared, shoving him in front of a small, glass case. Lucifer’s eyes widen, and his leather-gloved hands rest lightly on the case.

“You really will melt my heart one of these days, MC,” he says solemnly, confusing you as you look back at the case. It’s just a pair of fountain-tipped pens that were completely unremarkable aside from what appeared to be two different snakes wrapped around them. One was the color of the ocean, and the other was the color of the sky. It wasn’t one ocean or one sky, because the snakes’ scales had been painted one by one into a satisfying gradient.

“Is it because they’re cheap?” you guess, and Lucifer shakes his head as he takes the glass case with a faint yet bittersweet smile. Reminiscing, but it’s not the same. Did I find a precious memory by accident?

“No, not at all,” he replies as he takes the case with him, still faintly smiling as he brings both items to the register, paying for them both (He got a discount just because of who he was. Bastard).

“So are you going to tell me?” you prod as he hands the case to you, turning the pan in his hand as he walks in the direction of home with you. “Did you own these too?” He inclines his head. So he just bought back two old possessions. I’m almost surprised he didn’t demand that he receive them for free.

“I gave them to Lilith as a gift,” he replies wistfully. O-Oh. Wow. Out of all the pens in the world I could pick… “I never really liked the man whom she would eventually call her husband, but I wasn’t stubborn enough that I couldn’t see how happy he made her. I gave them to her so that they could write to each other discreetly.” His tenderness, his kindness and his rich smile in that moment make you remember exactly why you fell in love with this prideful little bugger.

“So… it’s a fond memory,” you clarify, and Lucifer softly chuckles behind his fist, his eyebrows scrunching together as he walks next to you, his step slow as if he never wanted to stop walking with you.

“Fond, stupid, sweet… she actually argued with me about it because she said I’d be punished too if she was caught using them. I ended up yelling at her.” Lucifer smiles a little bitterly. “I would have rathered that God held me responsible as her older brother…?” Lucifer glances at you in confusion as you shake your arm in pain. “MC, did you just hit me?”

“Really need to make it a habit to use magic to protect myself when I do that,” you grumble to yourself, rubbing your elbow, which had made contact with his oblique. Like elbowing a wall, Jesus... “Yes, I hit you. You’re doing the thing again. What’d we talk about?”

“‘You are not at fault for your sister’s death, you do not deserve to be punished for your sister’s death, and no one blames you for your sister’s death. God can eat shit and go fuck himself,’” Lucifer parroted, word-for-word.

I’m happy you remember, but you really should be saying that from a first-person perspective... “I’m sorry. I know she’d hit me herself just the same. It’s just… difficult sometimes.” Lucifer shifted the pan to his other hand and offered his now-free one to you. You squeeze the glass case in your left before you lay your right in his, smiling with contentment as he looks at you fondly. “All the more reason to prize the things I have.” He gave you a surprise kiss on your temple as he leaned closer to you. “I have a meeting with Diavolo in half an hour, but…”

“But?” you prompt, and he rests his head against yours.

“If… you’re not busy, then we’re cuddling up somewhere.”

“Big softie,” you accuse lightly before you kiss his cheek. ‘If you’re not busy’; what a load of nonsense, you think with a smile. He already knows I don’t have anything to do today. I guess Diavolo’s just going to have to wait…

#and Diavolo doesn't care #because he's a good friend #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #fanfiction #obey me!#shameless self indulgence #obey me #lucifer brainrot #lucifer x mc #obey me lucifer fluff #obey me lucifer x reader #cuddle monster #soft luci #nostalgia

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tears0fsatan · 1 year ago

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♰ ・ 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐄𝐍𝐃!

✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... nsfw! minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned do not interact, dom human m!reader, sub sea monster!leviathan, size difference, loss of virginity (levi LOLLLLLL what a nerd), tentacles...

:¨·.·¨ ♥︎ a.n... obligatory levi sea monster fic but my take on it lololol (also yeah im posting this in december fuck you this is the most productive i've been in a year ok let me have this) someone wrote this really sweet tag on one of my recent works and it gen helped me out with my insecurity so thank you for that

#﹏𖣠ㅤHEART SHAPED HICKIES MASTERLISTㅤ. . . ㅤ !! ( ☠️ )

how you found yourself in this situation, with your cock stuffed inside leviathan and his tentacles circled around your body, you weren't all too sure, all you knew was that he felt fucking amazing wrapped around you. the very mythical sea beast your ancestors had revered for thousands of years and the one they claimed to be the guardian of the seas was here writhing away beneath you, face flushed with a crimson hue that was nearly overshadowed by the fluorescent shine that matched the skin that made up his tentacles.

when you went out to search for the mysterious gaze sailors often sung about, you sure as hell hadn't thought about being entwined with the very creature you set out for.

the moment you left the reef, the heavy weight of a stare on your back ate away at your suspicions of the sailors tale that there was something watching them out at sea. it was the type of stare that made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, as if sensing danger before your mind could catch up, one that reminded you just how large and desolating the ocean was.

everyone knew that a sailors story was, at its core, nothing more than an alcoholics drunken rambling. it was natural to take any tale to whichever poor bloke fell victim to their incoherent word vomit at face value and entertain them with faux interest and encouragement to break away sooner. so it came to no ones surprise that you wanted to prove their stories wrong, to confirm whether it was all hogwash to impress pretty little things into their bed or whether there really was something much bigger than a mere human such as yourself could comprehend.

all you wanted was a confirmation that such a legend could exist, everything else that occurred had be completely beyond your expectation.

a stray tentacle shakily grazed the side of your cheek, bringing you out of your short-lived flashback to focus on the watery eyes that stared up at you with poorly hidden jealousy paired with a slight pout. it took everything in you to not coo at the ancient sea beast who seemed upset that your mind was elsewhere while in the middle of being intimate with him, instead choosing to nuzzle your nose against his as a sort of unspoken act of apology.

if the tentacle relaxing against your cheek was anything to go by, it was safe to say he forgave your momentary distraction.

"don't worry, i was only thinking about you." a hot puff of air fanned over his face along with your whisper, the flush on his face growing redder. leviathan's eyes darted away, the eye contact becoming too intense for him to handle amongst all your other ministrations.

the honeyed words had more of an affect on him the longer he had to process what you uttered, for the moment they finally registered in his mind his walls clamped down around you. his reactions gave away his inexperience despite the poised demeanour he tried to mirror from, presumably, other ancient beings like himself.

"you're much more sensitive than i thought. is it because no one's ever touched you like this, leviathan?" while the idea of a sea monster who lurked beneath the waves and merely watched as intruders breached his home as they pleased had never been put in a situation like this before had you feeling more riled up than ever, it was still hard to swallow that a man this gorgeous had never been admired as he should've been.

you drank up the pretty crimson blush that, at this point, stained his cheeks, taking note of the way the shine spread across his face the more stimulated he was. it was far more adorable than it should've been for a creature double your size who could've killed you faster than you had the chance to think about it.

the weight of your stare bore down on him and in a moment of insecurity, his hands moved to cover his face in an attempt to shy away from your eyes. who could blame him? the intensity in which you looked at him with criminally inviting half lidded eyes that made him feel exposed, like one look from you had shed him of all the barriers he put up around himself and he was laid bare in front of you for you to consume whole.

even though he was the leviathan from human's stories whose unbridled envy and rage caused devastation to many from the onslaught of tsunami's and leaving only destruction in its wake, he couldn't help but feel powerless writhing underneath your gaze.

"y-you're staring too much!" he cried out, using one of his tentacles to cover his face now that his hands were out of commission. you tutted, the pretty vision below you suddenly taken away by a rogue tentacle you had no way of pushing away.

"well, i can't look at you if you keep hiding your face." in an attempt to soften his anxious mind, you rested your forehead against his, nosing gently at the tentacle that stood between you and him. despite the tenderness you showed through your nuzzling, your hips spoke of a different story. he stuttered at your rough pace, the earlier kindness for his inexperienced self nowhere to be found.

while keeping one hand wrapped around his wrists so they couldn't move and come between you and the captivating shimmering flush that dusted his face, you reached out for the tentacle that obstructed your view. it didn't struggle in your gentle hold, letting you pick it up and guide it to your face as you willed. little by little, you brought it closer to your mouth, darting your tongue out to take an experimental lick.

the texture was what you expected, similar to the feeling of the inside of his mouth but not exactly, the liquid that coated the tentacle akin to the saliva that dribbled down leviathan's chin with a slightly sweet undertone. it was slightly rougher than you initially imagined, perhaps due to the element that made the skin shine, like that of a softer cow tongue.

the other tentacles surrounding him flailed, whether in pleasure or overstimulation you couldn't quite determine. just as much as his reactions turned you on, your gestures were equally arousing to him and it showed in the way he clenched around you and the way each individual tentacle twitched in their own way.

if someone had told you that your search for the sea beast that sailors talked all high and mighty about was here, whimpering and whining at the slightest movement of your hips you wouldn't have believed them in a thousand years and yet, here you were. perhaps going with your impulsion and taking the chance to seek out the tales was the best decision you had ever made.

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ur-dad-satan · 1 year ago

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If I as my MC was transported into the Devildom with all the knowledge and stuff I have right now, it would go a little like this probably. 16+ stuff below the line

First of all, my attention whoring self would never need to beg for attention. I got 7 hot demon boys within 100 ft of me at all times. They're not around?? I got an adorable angel son and his father. Need something a little goofier?? Bam. Human. He gets it!! I need more?? I got a whole ass reaper wife!! And if I wanna be slightly scared while getting attention?? I got the literal prince of the Devildom and his butler to have tea with just about anytime I want!! I would never be attention starved as long as I'm there!!

Second, it would be so much fun to just grab Mam and Solo and just be menaces. Or hang out with the Anti-Lucifer league and prank Grandpa Luci even though it wouldn't work. Can you imagine gremlin MC, silly lil Mammon, and shady Solomon running around and just fucking shit up?? Hilarious, iconic, and amazing. I feel like Diavolo would find it amusing as long as we're not causing damage to public property or ourselves. And Barbs wouldn't mind as long as we keep Solo far away from him.

Finally, I am SHORT!! I am 5'4" and the shortest brother (Asmo) is 5'9" and the tallest (Beel)... 6'4" according to the official Fandom Wiki. Do y'all know what this means aside from not being able to reach anything?? THESE MFS (MC fuckers) COULD USE ME LIKE A FUCKING FLESHLIGHT!! THEN IMAGINE HOW MUCH BIGGER THEY'D BE IN THEIR DEMON FORMS!!! Dude. I would be such a slut for them. The tallest is a whole fucking FOOT taller than me in his normal everyday form. Goodbye ability to walk, I surrender you to become a living cum-dump fuck toy

Oh shit I think I have a size k!nk

#obey me shitpost #obey me crack #obey me mc #my mc #obey me smut #monster fucker #size k!nk

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sparkbeast20 · 1 year ago

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Loved reading your monstrous au for the brothers, do you think you’ll do the side characters? Specifically Diavolo, i Imagine him being a huge dragon staying in a cave somewhere .

Eh. Why not. I was waiting for Mephisto's demon form so I can make one big post for the "Royal" demons. But It seems like that ain't happening anytime soon. So I'll make this one with Diavolo first and if People like this one a lot, I'll might make one for Barbatos.

After the Transformation (Diavolo)

You didn't know how you end up hidden away within the castle walls. After whatever reason Barbatos teleported you here and told you to stay put while he and the other demons go out in search for something.

Before you get to ask, he left and locked the doors and windows of your room. You didn't even know that you had a room in the castle.

So you lay there, waiting for Barbatos to return. You did wonder why you haven't seen Diavolo yet. He would've been the first person to greet you here.

Now you think about it, Barbatos didn't mention Diavolo was joining on the search- Wait, is Diavolo missing?!? Is that why Barbatos looked worried. But more importantly, why are you here and not helping him and the others go and looking for Diavolo.

But before you can march over to the door and force it open with your magic. The whole castle shook and there was a thunderous roar accompany it.

You scream and covered your ears and duck your head.

Soon, powerful footsteps is coming towards your direction. And soon you can hear Lucifer and Barbatos calling out to someone to stop. You barely understand it because of the walls of the room making hard to hear it clearly.

You stood up and immediately scream when the door suddenly slam open revealing Lucifer and Barbatos.

You were about to rush over to them, when suddenly the windows behind you shuttered and you were immediately grab by a gigantic scaly clawed hand, pulling out of the room as you scream in fear.

The clawed hand pull you towards a massive scaly chest, your face is press against it. Holding you tight before you felt the monster leap up high causing you to scream more, but soon it was drown out by the sound a flop of large wings. And before you realize it, you were up in the air as this monster fly you away from the castle.

You instinctually hold on to the clawed hand, scared of it dropping you.

After what seems to be hours, you and your kidnapper reach your destination. A mountain top cave, with a few moment you manage to see, it seem that this mountain was carved into something close to a temple, seeing that it has fancy design. Some of which you felt like you've seen before.

The beast enters the cave, it roars, you cover your ears as you feel it's chest vibrate and than it let out a burst of fire into the cave, lighting the torches before walking in the cave.

As soon you and it reach the deepest part of the cave, you turn around and face forward to see a massive nest filled with treasure and artifacts, but your eyes landed on some things in the middle of the nest, some of your things. Things that you left in the castle-

Wait!

You didn't want to look up and see the face of the thing that kidnap you, but now, you immediately look up when the sudden realization came to you. You saw it was a Dragon, with black and red scales, but what shock you was it's horns... It was! The horns look exactly like Diavolo!

This Dragon... This dragon is Diavolo!

He yawned while his wings stretch upwards before giving his whole body a shake. He than walks over to the nest and flops down on his side with you close to his chest, to make sure you don't accidently be under him. As soon he was laying down on his side he looks down on you, making you jump a little bit and he soon sets you down on the nest on a pile of soft fabrics and pillows, he let out a soft grant, stretch his wings up before folding them back on his back.

You blink your internally shock away, you shook your head before giving your cheeks a good wake up slap.

Okay... You're alright. It's Diavolo. He's not going to eat you... Wait! Maybe he's just saving for me for later-

You quickly glance and sees that a pair of golden eyes in glow against the inky black of his sclera, you stare as into them as he breath in and exhale with hot steam seep from his large nostrils.

You want to look away, feeling the blood rushing to your face. Was it cause you slap your cheeks? Or is it because you're getting flustered knowing now that this beast is Diavolo.

But you can't. Instead you slide off the pile of gold and slowly walk towards his head, he sat up straight and lower his head for you.

You stare into his eyes for a minute before reaching out and touch his snout. He close his eyes and lean it to your touch. You gasps before relaxing and start to feel his snout and face. You move closer, walking to his left as you hand never left his face. His scales feels like sand paper, and yet it soothing to touch.

You stop right next where his eyes it, that's when you realize that how big he gotten.

His whole body is as big as HOL. And that's not including his tail- Wait! When he had a tail!?!

Before you can finish your thought, something grab your whole body and the whole area shook when Diavolo abruptly stand up only to just roll on to his side and roll over to his back, you scream the whole time.

He was laying down on his back, and up to you and gently set you on his chest.

He purr and growls at you. You study yourself as his chest shake when he purrs. With a single claw he support you by letting you lean to his claw.

Once everything finally stop, you pout and glare at Diavolo. His widen before sadden. his wings drupe down, worried that he might anger you.

You notice his face from what you can see, looks like he was a sad puppy being scolded. You can't help but to sign before looking at him.

"Dia?" He perk up when you called him by his nickname. "Come here" You gesture your hands towards you.

He part his large jaw for a second before closing it and lean his head close to you.

Lunge at him and grab on to his snout tight and let your body lay on his snout, hugging him and nuzzling your cheek on his slightly rough scales.

He was startled by your action before he soften his gaze before closing his eyes and start affectionally purring with a growl.

You slide off his snout only to go under his jaw and hug his neck.

Before long you slowly drifting to sleep, you felt his large clawed hand cover you, making sure you don't sliding and falling off from him.

You woke up with a sound of humming and you feel to large human arms wrap around you. You open your eyes and look up and see a blurry figure, and after a couple of blinks, the figure becomes focus and clearer. It was Diavolo, back to his human form, no wings or horns.

"I'm so sorry I scared you" He leans forward and kiss your temple. "I couldn't stop myself from looking for you."

You prop yourself by your forearms and look at him. "Is that why I didn't see you these couple of days?"

He looked away and answered. "Yes. But it was for your safety. When the changed happen, Barbatos barely restrain me here"

"But how did you got out?"

He turned and looked at you "I had a better control over my instincts. That was enough for me to get past Barbatos and track you down." He reach out and caress your face. "Deep down, something inside me, was telling me to go and look for you, it was seek comfort from you"

You close your eye and place both hands over his. "I'm happy that I kind brought you some comfort" You turn your head to kiss his palm.

He smile softly and pull you close to him, holding you tight with his head buried into your hair.

You both stayed in that cave for the whole day. Well least until Barbatos and Lucifer came and took you both back to the castle.

Note: Hope you guys like this :D

If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or reblogging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

#obey me #omswd #obey me diavolo #obey me mc #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me barbatos #obey me monster love #obey me demonic/monstrous au

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waltnut · 19 days ago

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A custom sketch page commission for Astralupa!

Her MC with her own spin on Monster Lucifer, inspired by my own!

#obey me #obey me fanart #obey me mc #commission #monster boyfriend #obey me lucifer #demon #monster #teratophillia

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cosmicstarlatte · 1 year ago

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holding on

tags: obey me diavolo x f reader, nsfw 18+ mdni, dubcon(?), overstimulation/forced orgasms (reader receiving), wc: 317

"f-fuck!!!" you screamed out, continuing to buck onto diavolo's tongue. the strong demon securely held you against the cool wall of his room as you desperately gripped onto his horns.

his lips once again caught onto your clit, his tongue flicked out to gently prod at your sensitive nub before wrapping his lips around it, sucking gently. you tried to not thrash around too much from where you were & could only continue to cry out & whimper as his lips & tongue lewdly latched onto your bundle of nerves.

"d-dia!! i'm- i'm gonna cum again!!"

he growled & continued his abuse on your clit until you screamed & came, your juices overflowed onto the prince's tongue. you clutched onto his horns as he continued licking & sucking without stopping, somehow hungrier than before.

"dia!! please i-i can't! it's too much!!" you sobbed as you felt overwhelmed by pleasure, feeling another oncoming orgasm just about to push you over. he let go of your clit briefly to mutter out a quick 'yes you can' before flattening his tongue to continue licking through your sloppy wet folds again.

"i'm-i'm c-cumming again!" crying out once more you came onto his tongue again, babbling & begging him to stop yet never once attempting to actually stop him.

& still, the hungry prince continued licking & sucking on your puffy wet folds. how could he stop when you tasted so fucking good & sounded so sinfully delightful?

after making you cum hard once more despite your cries, he carried you from the wall & tossed you onto his bed. he admired your blissful exhausted form before grabbing you by your ankles & pulled you to the edge of the bed. the demon held your legs apart & rubbed his hard swollen cock all over your wet messy folds,

"we're not done yet, little one." ⬦

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#I wanna fuck this demon so bad arghhhh MONSTERFUCKER LIFE #obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me diavolo smut #obey me smut #obey me smut headcanons #obey me x reader #obey me fic #obey me drabble #obey me x you #obey me diavolo x you #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me diavolo x mc #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹#tw dubcon #terato #monster fucker

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still-a-morosexual-help · 2 years ago

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Do you think the OM mc prefers tits, thighs or ass?

They prefer horns, wings & tails actually

#om mc is a monsterfucker it doesn't matter what other parts come attached as long as the 'monster' criteria is met #asks #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#shall we date? obey me!#swd obey me #swd obey me!#shall we date obey me #obey me main character #obey me mc #obey me! mc #om! mc #om mc #swd mc #shall we date mc

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liesonmytongues · 21 days ago

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Introductions!

Howdy Howdy! My name is Lies (not really), and this is my writing page! I write for a number of different fandoms normally, and I am open to nearly any fandom that you can suggest! I take requests for most things, and I LOVE getting them!!

Some of the fandoms I write for (100% not inclusive of all of them) include-

-JJK

-Dead by Daylight

-Creepypasta

-Obey me! Shall we date?

-Most slasher films (most horror films in general!)

-Aliens (both the franchise and the creatures, I love aliens)

-Monsters as a whole (give me that monsterfucker/lover shit

-And a number of others!

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I am happy to try and write any coupling, no matter the genders, orientation, or identity- but the things I feel most comfortable writing for are AFAB x MALE, because I'm a gay trans man. Also! I am white! So if your request a fix with any race or ethnicity specific descriptors (ie: 'can I have a reader x character fic with a black reader?') I would be *happy* to receive suggestions or feedback for writing those descriptors better :). I am also willing to write OC x OC, OC x reader, and OC x character, so long as you give me as much detail as possible for the OC.

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ashomodeus · 14 days ago

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🤡 anon here tysm for writing my ask it’s so good i legit paced around my room and fell off my bed when i saw it hnghnhgs also don’t worry about taking some time to write i really don’t mind it

also if there isn’t anything else sitting in requests may i ask for monster fucker trans guy mc, like, ik the brothers have demon forms but it’s not really monstrous enough for me yk i need some bigger and weirder i need them to be twice their normal height with funky appendages and having a whole ass scary aura and i imagine an mc who’s like really really curious about it and just pestering them about it despite the brothers being under the impression that humans will hate those scarier forms and will die from a heart attack and shit but this mc is way too fucking excited, honestly you can just write all the brothers but don’t have to as long as it has asmo and luci i’m happy i low-key want to know your own interpretations of those scarier forms nd stuff hence i don’t mind whatever and whoever you go with

(in short size kink mc gets butt fucked by weird demon dick)

...Jesus... Christ... OF COURSE. Gonna do some research. I'll be right back.

I should disclose I do not have a monster fucking kink, wish I did, I do not know if this is good or not, hence this being with only Luci and Asmo but please please please let me know if you want the others.

When I say work has been a lot recently, I have 17 hours of overtime for working 7 days in a row. I also work farther away, so I was getting home late, but that's because we had a system upgrade, but I should now be okay, or things should be getting better now.

This post was brought to you by Red Bull, a keyboard from five below, and Beyonce.

Monster Lucifer x Trans M!Mc

Monster Asmo x Trans M!Mc.

Cw/Tw: Monster fucking, knots, gaping, size kink, breeding, filling, dp, Bad grammar. Only Lucifer and Asmo if you want the others I have ideas for them, like bullet points for appendages and their type pf cocks, but I just want to know if you guys want the others. One comment and I'll do it.

During class earlier Solomon mentioned a spell that would turn anyone into a weird looking monster. Mc asked what about demon and their demon form. Solomon answered that it just enhances their form to be bigger and to indulge in their sins a lot more.

Lucifer

Mc and Lucifer were laying down cuddling. Mc stared at Lucifer, his mind began to wander about the spell Solomon told him about.

"Mc... why are you staring" Mc immediately turned his face around hiding the redness on his face. Lucifer grabbed Mcs face and asked again.

"Well... Solomon told me about this spell..." Mc trailed off trying to look away but Lucifer's hand stopped him from turning away.

"Come on and tell me" Lucifer stared into Mc's eyes.

"Well uh. I was wonderingif I canturnyouintoamonster" Mc asked trying to hide his embarrassment. Lucifer made Mc explain what Solomon told him. Mc was now really horny at the idea of Lucifer fucking him with his monstrous dick. Lucifer smirked at Mc.

"Well I suppose if you want it that bad." Lucifer was suprised Mc wanted to fuck a monster form of his but he loves to make Mc think of him and only him. Mc cast the spell and Lucifer is suddenly tall enough where his head almost hits the ceiling and his clothes are ripped all over the floor... whoops... Lucifer won't mind. Lucifer felt powerful and yet hungry. He needs to get into Mc as soon as possible. Mc is so small compared to Lucifer now. Mc is staring directly at Lucifer's cock. The length was the size of his own forearm and as thick as his own thigh. He was mesmerized. Mc looked up, he had a forked tounge and fangs. Tonight was going to be a fun night. Lucifer grabbed Mc's grabbed

head and motioned it towards his huge cock. It's ribbed and thick. Mc couldn't take all of his cock but Mc would try. Mc got extremely horny. He bagan to lick Lucifre's hard cock and began to tease the tip. How could Mc's tiny mouth even wrap his lips around it. Mc'smanaged to wrap his mouth around the tip. His eyes filed with tears as his mouth stretched to take in more. Mc enjoyed the pain, warm runny fluid came from the tip of Lucifer's cock and suddely Mc could take Lucifers cock. The ribbed part of his cock rubbed against the right spots on Mc's throat. That liquid that came out of Lucifer's cock seemed to be a lube of some sort. Mc could feel their hole pulsing imagining how streched out their mouth and other places will be.

"What a good kitten, Why don't we try fucking your throat a bit." Lucifer groaned as he grabbed Mc's hair and started to slowly push Mc's head farther. Mc gagged causing his mouth to salvate. Lucifer could feel the drool and spit all over his lap and he couldn't help but to Move Mc's head farther. There's so much more length Lucifer wanted to push into Mc but he'll save that for somewhere else. He picked up Mc's head and started to thrust. Everytime Lucifer bobbed Mc's head down Mc's got a litle farther. Lucifer was so proud that this small little human could take his cock so well. Mc's throat so raw and yet they wanted more. Lucifer's huge cock leaves a buldge on Mc throat. It almost felt as though Lucifer's dick was molding to Mc's throat. Once lucifer pulled his long dick out, he picked up Mc with one hand. He smiled at his new little toy and propped Mc right at the tip of his dick. Mc was red faced he couldnt wait to be fucked so hard. He wanted to be sretch by Luicfer and take as much of his dick as possible.

"Be a good boy while you take my thick cock." Lucifer growled. Lucifer's cock shot out another load of lube as Mc's hole tightens around Lucifer's tip. Mc shook with excitement when he felt Lucifer's hand on Mc's hip. Lucifer used his long forked tongue to lick up Mc' back and their neck. He shoved his tongue down Mc's throat to catch him off guard while he thrust straight into Mc. Mc's moan vibrated on Lucifer's tongue. He managed to stuff his entire length into. It appears that Lucifer's cock molded to the shape of Mcs body. Lucifer could feel Mc tightening around his cock.

"Would you look at that." Lucifer smiled rubbing Mc's belly. Lucifer's cock managed to stretch Mc's belly outward. Mc squirmed a bit, he was so turned on seeing how much Lucifer stretched him but he was craving friction. Mc felt his belly and tried to move Lucifer's cock. The belly bludge was ribbed because of Lucifer's cock. Mc rocked back and forth to stimulate pleasure. Lucifer grinned as he sees how needy his small human is. Mc knew that he couldn't fuck himself if he tried because of Lucifer's size. He couldn't pick himself up. Lucifer grabbed Mc's waist and picked them up. Mc screamed in pleasure.

"Look at you so desprate for my cock. Lucifer let go of Mc as his full length slid into Mc once more. The mix of the ribbed cock and the length hit the perfect spot on Mc. He began to shake and sceam in pleasure as he yelled out Lucifer's name. Lucifer turned Mc around to face him the sudden shift hd Mc reaching for Lucifer's horns. Lucifer thrusted harder into Mc as Mc grabbed his horns. Lucifer's horns were extremly sestive and Mc noticed that. Mc rubbed Lucifer's horns at the base. Lucifer let out a monsterous groan and began to fuck Mc harder and faster. In between moans Mc began to suck on his horns which caused Lucifer to be over stimulated. Lucifer picked up mc and rammed into him a few more times Mc gripped Lucifer's horns as they came again. Everything was hiting all the right spots. All the streching and fucking exhasted Mc. Lucifer laid Mc on his back and continued to thrust into him. After a few thrust Lucifer fillled Mc up with his load. As Lucifer pulled out his cock Mc was left with a gaping hole flooding with cum. Lucifer smiled.

"Let's not waste all this." Lucifer plugged his finger into Mc. Lucifer was nowhere near done, but he'l let his human rest for a bit while he absorbed everything Lucifer gave him.

Asmo

Mc stared at Asmo thinking about what His monster would be like. Mc blushed thinking about all the ways Asmo would make Mc beg for more.

"Prince, what are you thinking about.,," Asmo smirked he knows whenever someone is thinking about anything Lusty.

"Nothing..." Mc pouted.

"Uh uh... tell me. I can smell how horny you are, it's exciting me." Asmo cheered.

"Solomon was telling me about this spell-" Mc was instanly cut off.

"Yes. Do it." Asmo instantly cheered. Asmo knows about this spell and he loves being under this spell. Mc put the spell on Asmo. Asmo grew just a bit taller but everything else grew by a lot. Asmo's tongue was now long his tongue was ribbed with swirls and bumps. Asmo's cock was now a lot longer. It has a knot at the base and his tip was pink.

"Come here hun" Asmo grabbed Mc by the wrist and shoved his tongue down his throat. The ribbed tounge massaged Mc's mouth and then Mc tasted something sweet. Their skin turned flushed red and they were sensative to every touch. Asmo had spit that was basically an aphrodisiac, Asmo laid Mc on his back and ripped of al the clothes Mc was wearing "better, now I can see all of you" Asmo was really horny. He licked up and down Mc's body while sucking and nibbling. He covered him in hickies and began to move to Mc's hole. He licked Mc's rim and dipped his tongue in and then quickly out, Mc let out a moan everywhere Asmo's tongue went it became the most sensative part of his body. Mc could basically cum when the slightest contact happened and as soon as Mc realized that Asmo stuck his tongue in. Mc instantly came at the feeling. Asmo dragged his tongue against the walls and sucked everything.Mc arched his hips as he was extremely close again.

"Go ahead baby boy. I'm going to milk every. Last. Drop." Asmo's voice got deep. Asmo punched his tongue on Mc's sweet spot and Mc began to shake as they came again. Asmo moaned tasted Mc's sweet cum. Mc grabbed Asmo. Mc wanted to retuen the favor. Asmo grinned as he crawled towards Mc face. "You're going to like this." Asmo shoved his cock into Mc's mouth. Asmo's cock began to thrust itself straight into Mc's throat. Once Mc had his full length in his mouth Asmo stopped thrusting. His cock began to vibrate against Mc's throat. Mc let out an extremely loud moan as his throat vibrated. The feling was very new but Mc was so horny that everything felt amazing.

"Let's try both" Asmo's cock began to vibrate and thrust at the same time. Asmo tried to shove more of his cock down Mc's throat. Mc could only get so far due to Asmo having a knot. Mc got far enough here his teeth could touch the knot which stimulated Asmo. Asmo thrusted a little faster as he liked the felling of Mc's teeth hitting his knot. Asmo instantly came. Mc choked on the masive amout of cum down his throat but tried to swallow as much as possible.

Asmo quickly pulled out and postioned himself at Mc's hole. He pushed himself into Mc and his cock began to vibrate. Mc screamed Asmo's name as the cock vibrates against him. What Mc didn't notice was that Asmo had the ability to grow another cock. He used his other cock to tease Mc. Mc yelled in pleasure. Mc was being treated like a cute litle sex doll. Asmo's other cock teased Mc's other entrance and began to thrust. Mc felt so full and yet he wanted more. Asmo began to thrust faster as his cock would thrust farther. The ribbed portions of his cocks almost rubbed together due to the only thing seprating them was a thin mount of tissue.

"Ohh, Mc, you're such a good boy~" Asmo moaned out, He thrusted so far that Asmo's full knot was now fully inside of Mc. His knot swelled as Asmo got close. Mc quickly came but he could feel another orgasm come in as he feels Asmo's knot swell while his other cock continues to thrust. Asmo's one cock stopped as began to fill Mc up with his cum. Mc moaned out As Asmo's warm cum filled Mc. None of Asmo's cum to threaten to spill since the knot pluged him up so well. Asmo began to focus on Mc's other hole, pouding into them as Mc rides his fourth orgasm. Asmo began to make out with Mc shoving his tongue to the back of Mc's throat. Asmo was so turned on thinking about how every single one Of Mc's holes were just filled by him. Mc tasted that sweet taste and just like that he had all his stamina. Asmo couldn't help but to admire how stretched out Mc got and how good he's being.

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b1zmuth · 4 months ago

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The Mishaps of SITE:DD | Obey Me! x Reader

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SC \\ Monsters, gore, the SCP foundation, you date everyone ig… slight angst but with a happy ending, fluff, sci-fi, experimenting, mentioned suicide, everyone is a little off their rocker, you are NOT innocent!! I'll add more tags later..

TL;DR - Think the SCP Foundation, but you are the researcher who unfortunately gets assigned to Seven Keter classified objects.

EXTREME TW's : graphic depictions of vomiting and death smelling objects + small suicide mentioning // be extremely wary of this when reading! thanks!

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Open FILE.[FOLDER_2]? > Please select one option. (Yes/Yes) . . . FILE.[FOLDER_2] Opening.. Please wait.

Oh, brother.

Now you were seriously in for it.

Just imagine; you decided to take a risky gamble on some paperwork that you didn't read thoroughly- ended up signing some… papers, that ended up with you viciously hurling the contents of your lunch right back up your windpipe and into the toilet.

Seriously! You were so screwed- unbelievably at that.

Due to your risky signage of those papers, you accidentally signed off on volunteering with a partner for ‘’SCP EXPERIMENTATIONS’’, which translated to ‘’Oh yeah btw we don't have enough on-fielders to sacrifice so heres a volunteering sheet with 4x the pay if you sign up and you have zero guarantee of not being assigned to a keter class so if you sign off on this your kinda fucked ngl lmao’’

And there goes another chunk of your overpriced egg and cheese sandwich.

‘’You are expendable.’’

‘’Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! I should have never took- that f-FUCKING risk, of course, Jesus Christ himself damns me to an early d-death by being slaughtered by a SCP. just fantastic! I should start writing a will- yes, yes! Write a will… but to who? I don't have any family… oh fuck me! Everything seems to get worse by the second in this hellhole!’’ You practically whisper-shouted at yourself, causing anyone who happened to pass by the private bathroom to start questioning your mental sanity- your hot tears and snot dripping down your face and dropping into the toilet, causing your somewhat visible reflection to ripple in the murky water- the ringing in your ears seeming to increase in volume with every shaky breath you managed to suck in.

“If only you didn’t take that risk. You know, this is all your fault.’’

You looked at your messy reflection, watching your own reflection slowly ripple into an undistinguishable mess of swirls and blobs of food- the pungent smell filling your nostrils and causing you to gag and quickly back up away from the toilet, a cold sweat rushing all over your body. ‘’Maybe you're right. It is my fault.’’ you let the tears fall once more, not even attempting to wipe your face for some type of decency if someone were to walk in.

‘’This is my penance for what I’ve done.’’ ‘’This is your penance for what you’ve done.’’

. . . Everything is getting brighter- so bright. Is this real life? . .

The door to the bathroom opens and quickly shuts- a mess of a purple and peachy-colored blob rushes in and kneels in front of you- waving a tanned…something, that you couldn’t even make out somewhere near your face- the ringing in your ears masking the already muffled voice of the purple blob- ‘’MC? God, it reeks in here- are you okay?’’

What did that walking grape say to you? This damn ringing almost wouldn't even allow the reverberated sounds of your heavy breathing to make it to your ears- you can forget about it if anyone said anything outside of your ear-’’MC! Shit- we might have to get a medic- SOLOMOOON! COME QUICK!’’

While the purple-colored grape desperately used any method to get you responsive, your mouth opened and closed repeatedly, as if you were trying to speak, but nothing audible would come out, much to your frustration, the blob still didn't catch your goldfish movements even with the way you were tugging and pulling borderline anything to catch its attention- the light was getting brighter, and your vision was starting to turn red..you guessed you wouldn’t have long before…whatever this was put you out of your misery- so in a last-ditch effort, you put all your energy into screaming your final words.

‘’TELL THIRTEEN THAT I ENTRUST EVERYTHING TO HER!’’ . . . Wow. Well, at least your figurines wouldn’t end up in a Goodwill somewhere in Timbuktu.

And that was the last thing you said, or well, what YOU remember saying before you promptly blacked out and fully embraced your incoming divine judgment and thirty-minute express Uber to the deepest pits of Hell.

The only setback to this heavenly gift was that you woke up in one of the facility med bays, the blinding white light fooling you into thinking that one of the angels in heaven accidentally ordered the wrong Uber and sent you to the wrong place, until you rubbed your eyes and noticed that you were, in fact, not in heaven- but in the one place you had been begging Jesus to take the wheel and lead you directly out of this shithole.

You groaned at the sight, nearly tearing up at the notion that you had just passed out, and didn’t suddenly keel over and die in Thirteen’s bathroom. Fuck!

Mentally cursing at the higher being that stopped you from leaving your misery, you swung yourself out of bed and made a straight B-line for the nearest exit- ‘’Uh, excuse me?! Your supposed to be in bed and resting!’’ you heard a shrill and child-like voice speak from behind you, making you turn around in surprise to reveal a blonde-haired boy with blue eyes dressed in a regular doctoral outfit- and wait just a second, now that you look at him… that's a not a boy but a whole ass KID?? My god and you thought this place was bad enough- this was just downright wrong, alongside the numerous violations of public safety and multiple HIPPA violations, having child labor added to the tall order of lawsuits would NOT look so pretty on paper- maybe it really was time to start looking for a casket..

‘’Cmon! Back to bed!’’ The blonde ordered, watching you sluggishly walk back to your bed and settle in before you turned your head and stared at him for a solid 30 seconds before he finally got uncomfortable and spoke up again- ‘’Dah! Quit staring at me! If you're really that bothered by my appearance, I'm actually thousands of years older than you!’’ he looked at you with an annoyed look and pulled up a chair next to your bed.

‘’Okay, so what I'm hearing here is that you look like a whole child, and act like one too- but supposedly you are thousands of years old…yeahhh, I don't buy it.’’ You shook your head at the kid, watching how he looked at you with utter disbelief and shock, his body lurching forward- ‘’I- You do work here, or did the impact from your head hitting the bottom of Miss Thirteen’s bathroom floor scramble your brain THAT bad?’’ the boy smirked at you before he triumphantly sat back in his seat- totally oblivious to the seething person in front of him.

You weren't going to argue with this kid anymore- the blinding whites of this room were going to drive you insane if you didn't make a hasty dash to the nearest exit within the next MINUTE.

‘’Anyways, let's go back to square one- my name is Luke, I'm an angel that was recruited by the foundation to heal injured workers!’’ He flashed you a bright smile before he got a small pack of sweets out of his pocket and handed them to you- ‘’These are medicated sweets, they’ll help ease any pain your blackout may cause later on, I highly recommend that you take one now that your fully awake.’’ you nodded your head and thanked him for the sweets, popping a wing-shaped cookie into your mouth- feeling the sugary taste of the cookie practically melt inside of your mouth, surprisingly, with no hint of medication in it- ‘’..so, Luke, how long have I been out?’’

‘’About a day, Simeon was looking after you for most of it.’’ Luke responded, tilting his head to the side as he shot a nervous smile at your terrified face- ‘’I’ll bring you a cold towel..’’ . . . . . ‘’And then I assume you blacked out…again, which led up to now- when you're finally awake… Should I buy you some nausea medicine?’’ A worried Thirteen asked you, starting to rise out of the chair Luke was previously sitting in before you passed out for the second time- ‘’Y’know, being an On-Fielder isn't as bad as your making it out to be- just look at me and Solomon for example, yes, he is a complete and utter dumbass…BUT! He wouldn’t hurt me even if i tore him limb from limb.’’ She said, giving you a gentle smile as she held your hand in hers- to which you just shook your head at the gesture.

You gave her a small giggle- ‘’The way you looked like you fought a fully grown bear two weeks ago would say otherwise- and you say he wouldn’t hurt you.’’

‘’You're not getting the point here, MC! Im saying that there's no guaranteed chance that you’ll end up with a shitty anomaly-’’ you cut off Thirteen, ‘’But there's a possibility, right? As if! I've lived the past six years, somewhat, unscathed! I’d rather not be turned into a smear on the wall by some random beedogcat hybrid thing!’’ you lurched forward and told Thirteen, who just responded with a loud sigh- ‘’You practically stressing yourself half to death worrying about getting an anomaly that could quite literally just be Safe or Elucid!’’ She shook her head and gestured towards Luke, who was floating towards the both of you with a certain look on his face.

‘’MC- Simeon just dropped off this package for you, he says HR wants a confirmation soon..’’ he looked worried as he handed the yellow package to you, running off towards the office of the med-bay to, presumably, fetch you some more medicine for your upcoming blackout.

You now held the package in your hands, gingerly running the tips of your fingers alongside the edges of it, before you shot a desperate look at Thirteen- ‘’Im gonna be so pissed if you did allat yapping in my ear just for me to be assigned a Keter class.’’ you said before you opened the package and read the contents.

SCP EXPERIMENTATION | RESULTS . . . Thank you for volunteering for [SCP EXPERIMENTATION], MC, [REDACTED]

We value your humble contribution towards a new dawn with the substitution of a looming threat to humanity as a whole, and the contribution towards further research into the nature and behaviors of SCPs.

After careful consideration and sorting of MC, [REDACTED]’s personal file, your results have culminated to bring out your full potential as an [EXPERIENCED] On-Field Researcher, and your SCP’s full potential as an addition.

Your SCP’s details are listed below.

Item #: SCP-6667 Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6667 is highly dangerous and any movement and/or action needs to be exercised with extreme caution due to its ██████████████, ███████-███████, ███ ████ ██….…

We sincerely hope that you and your newfound SCP further our push for research and safety with SCPs, and with your considerable predicted efforts, your pay will follow suit. Please be ready to meet your newfound subject(s) at a.m. 0300 hours from the moment you receive your package. - Matt, from HR.

* NOTE: The SCP Foundation is not liable for any on-site accidents or injuries via Non-SCP Anomalies. personnel loved ones are required to claim liabilities through a Personal Insurance Firm. (PIF)

It felt like your mouth was stuck agape as you stared at the paper in horror- constantly reading over the same word like it was a religion to you; Keter, Keter, Keter Keter, Keter, Keter, Keter, Keter, Keter. A fucking Keter.

A Keter class. The damn near kill-on-sight class which few researchers ever, and you meant- a few EVER survived. You would have already been pushing your luck if you made it out on the first DAY in one piece- let alone surviving another encounter with that class.

YOU. had been assigned to a Keter.

Starting to hyperventilate you desperately tried to clamor out of your bed- only to find yourself restrained to the bed with brown leather belts. And even as you screamed for Thirteen to help you out, she only stared at you with a blank expression on her face before the corners of her lips slowly curled into a toothless smile- ‘’You are expendable.’’ ..what?

Her body starts to curl on itself- her eyes now becoming soulless and morphing into pits of the void, her smile still being toothless and making you feel uneasy whenever you looked into it- ‘’You are a disgusting human being.’’ you heard her talk to you…but her mouth never seemed to move? You were suddenly startled by her neck stretching inhumanely long, long enough to the point where her nose started brushing up against your own, her mouth that was too close for comfort permeating the gut-wrenching stench and displeasure of death, that same smell that you swore you had gotten used to.

“If only you didn’t take that risk. You know, this is all your fault.’’ Her mouth stretched open, the stench getting worse and worse until you started dry heaving due to it- your eyes betraying your mind and the rest of your body as it gazed into the inhumanly stretched mouth of the former friend you called ‘’Thirteen’’, and you screamed as you finally saw what laid inside of its throat- a pale hand, which adorned yellow painted nails, emerged from the back of its throat desperately trying to claw its way towards you- ‘’No. No. no-NO! This isn't real- THIS ISNT FUCKING REAL!’’ you screamed now trying any possible way to get out of your restraints, thrashing back and forth to wiggle your way out, sweat now adorning your body like a heavy winter coat, your hair stuck to your face while your eyes stayed glued on the thing that you once called your friend- your breathing getting harder and harder as you took in more of the putrid smell of death-

And then it all stopped.

Thirteen was gone. The smell was gone. That voice was gone.

You lay in a white room filled with a multitude of different shaped and colored flowers, a gentle breeze flowing through the room blew in your favorite scent, and your ragged breathing slowed down with every deep breath you took.

It felt calming. Like you could finally breathe fresh air for the first time.

Your shrunk pupils darted across every inch of the room, scanning it for any hint of danger before you realized that you could feel something on top of your eyelids since whatever it was slightly twitched every time you blinked- you slowly raised your hands towards your eyes, softly landing them on something..warm? It felt like a hand, but who’s hand? Are you dreaming?

‘’Come find me, MC. Save Me.’’ You felt drowsy listening to the voice, but it wasn’t like the voice from earlier- it felt more calm, less sinister…who really was this talking to you? It had to be thirteen..or that guy Luke was talking about….it..couldn’t..be any- anyone….else?

Your thoughts dragged out as you felt your muscles twitch and shake, your mind slowly shutting down- before you woke up in a cold sweat.

You now found yourself back in the Med-Bay, still sitting in this damned bed, but now you were accompanied by a gorgeous dark-skinned male with beautiful brown fringed hair which was parted on the sides of his head due to his…head wings? Is he deaf? Nevermind… He sat in the same chair that Thirteen did, his head was tilted downwards toward a clipboard which had something that you couldn’t discern written on it.

He seemed to notice your presence as he looked up from his clipboard, setting it aside on the nearby nightstand as he brushed himself off- ‘’Welcome back, MC! I assume that Luke has told you about me, no?’’ you nodded your head. ‘’That's great, do you happen to feel any discomfort or dizziness? Any worrying feelings?’’ you shook your head no- ‘’I'm happy to hear you feel fine, especially after what just happened- here, I'm giving you some fludrocortisone acetate to help with your fainting.’’ He said in a cheerful tone, smiling at you again after handing you a glass of water.

You were parched. Your mouth damn near felt like a desert with how dry it felt, so this glass of water was a blessing in disguise for you, thank god for Simeon- ‘’Don't fret too much about your meeting, you have an hour to properly rest and get yourself into a better headspace- I’ll be right here at your side if you need someone to talk to as well.’’ he said, getting up from the chair to walk over towards the nearby bookshelf. well, at least you had an hour to recollect your thoughts and mentally prepare yourself for what could be very well the last moments of your life, ‘’what a pain it's going to be loading my tomato soup-looking ass into a coffin.’’ you slightly snickered at your joke before you rolled over and your mind wandered off elsewhere, your eyes subconsciously drifting over towards the now sitting Simeon, who was quietly reading a book beside your bed.

‘’Simeon.’’ He looks over towards you, his eyebrows raised- ‘’Would it be rude to ask if you and Luke are…y’know, non-human?’’ you asked, expecting him to go ballistic on you for asking such a question- I mean, it did happen to you once before when asking an angel that Thirteen was watching over- guy got SUPER pissed that you didn’t just use common sense and look at the winds that were hidden on his back (which were covered by his long hair), god, that guy was a fucking dick now that you think back on it.

Simeon only smiled as the wings on either side of his head flapped happily- ‘’It's not rude to ask a question that has a clear answer, Luke has wings as I do but he is just too young for his wings to be fully visible!’’ you smiled back at him, happy that he wasn’t being as much of a dick like the last angel you asked this question to- ‘’How come you dont have a halo then?’’ ‘’It's too much of a problem to have floating on the back of my head, I tried to make it work but alas it ended up getting stuck trying to get through a door..’’ he shook his head whilst lowly chuckling to himself, ‘’Anyways, I'd love to keep on talking with you but I think we’re out of time here- but please don't start worrying! I specifically put in a medical request for Thirteen to accompany you during your time with your SCP…or well, Thirteen practically begged me to do something to aid with your panic attacks.’’

Your heart dropped hearing him say anything that hinted towards your looming death, but you just sucked it up since you would be with Thirteen- someone who could write out your will and put all of your figurines to good use. Simeon waved you off and shouted something along the lines of ‘’letting Luke know that you are bidding farewell!’’ with you shouting a happy ‘’See you later!’’ back at him.

The walk of shame towards the meeting room was absurd.

Totally absurd because there were people literally prancing around the main floor with whole-ass deers, frolicking around with bees, and JUMPING for joy at their newfound SCPs. The fuck?! Are you just the mayor of Frown Town or are these people actually on some type of hardcore drug? Because there is no possible way that the foundation didn't give all of these people Safe class SCPs- if they were going to do this then how come you didn't get something that wouldn’t kill me on sight?

‘’Your results have culminated to bring out your full potential as an [EXPERIENCED] On-Field Researcher’’ Right. They looked through your file to personally assign you a specific SCP.

Well, despite this unnerving fact, you pushed forward, determined to at least get a glimpse of your personal grim reaper, this fact pushed you forward with some pep in your step until you pushed open the doors to the meeting room- Matt. goddamn Matt.

Of COURSE they decided to let Matt be the tour guide for this whole shitshow- the one person you wanted to stay away from you at all times was HERE and going to be walking around with you for a solid five minutes to your new laboratory- Jesus fuck! Was the foundation that determined to get you to kill yourself?? ‘’MC! Oh, it is so, so, great to see my new favorite employee looking so delighted about their new job promotion! Come! Let's turn this frown upside down!’’ Matt said with a disgustingly cheery tone, his annoying ass smile seemed to get brighter as your frown drooped even more as he grabbed your hand and guided you towards your gravestone- I'm sure you will looooooove your new SCP! He is very docile and kind-hearted, his only setback is that he sleeps a ton, so getting research out of him will SURELY be a hassle!’’ he let go of your hand and twirled a bit before grabbing your hand, again, and further leading you to the airlocked door of your new laboratory.

Okay, now you were convinced that everyone was on this newfound hardcore drug and that you were the only sane fucker in the facility- because what fucking Keter class is DOCILE and KIND-HEARTED? Either Matt is a complete and utter dumbass who is totally oblivious to the most important aspect of his job or he genuinely didn’t know about the class you were assigned to.

Matt opened the door for you, ushering you inside as he explained the password system to your lab, giving you the code on a sticky note, and walking over to a panel that had several buttons on it as he flicked on a button which turned on the lights in the ‘’research station’’ as he calls it before he beckoned you over to him- ‘’And now for the grand reveal..! I, Matt, will be giving MC the honor of revealing their SCP!’’ he squealed, looking at you with a ‘’Hurry up and push that button’’ look as you just sighed and flicked on the switch next to the one he already turned on- with the lights slowly turning on to reveal a… Cow? No, human-cow cosplaying human curled up in the corner? What??

‘’Okay Matt, I'm going to be straight with you- what in the actual fuck is this? This isn't an SCP, it's some random guy cosplaying a cow that you plucked out of an anime convention!’’ You looked at Matt with a dumbfounded look as you looked back at the sleeping cow-cosplaying man before looking back at Matt- ‘’Oh yes it is, MC, that is in fact not a human but an SCP, he’s just assuming a human-like form to fool the task force into thinking he is docile. Not saying that he is violent, he just seems to not like his sleeping to be disturbed.’’ did Matt think you were that stupid? ‘’Matt, what the actual fuck are you talking about? ‘’Oh YeAh, He’S DoCiLe!’’ THAT MOTHERFUCKER IS ASSUMING A FORM TO FOOL PEOPLE INTO COMING INTO HIS ENCLOSURE! No, and I mean NO docile ANYTHING assumes a form to lure people into its habitat! How the hell can you actually look me in my face and tell me that it's DOCILE?!’’ you angrily pointed towards the still sleeping cowman

Matt's tone darkened, ‘’Let's not forget our positions here, or do you really want a black mark that badly? Either way, you have a job to do- valuable research to provide to the Foundation, i highly suggest you start moving to assess the SCP’s danger level- now, please. He told you, handing you a briefing file that you didn’t even know he had with him- your eyes quickly scanning over the material of said file, landing on one specific word before you looked up and stared into the soul of poor Matt.

It's like the fucker wanted you eliminated and wiped off of the face of the earth at his earliest convenience! This was downright ridiculous- get into the enclosure WITH a demon Keter class? Are you serious? fuuuuuck that.

You pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance, ‘’Oh godfuckingdammit! Give me a break! A COW! A COW!! A DEMON COW AT THAT! You’ve got to be joking- seriously! If I walk in that THING’s enclosure I'm going to be not pushing 26 but fuckin’ DAISIES! Matt, I don't think you understand the problem here, You're putting me in the same room as a KETER- do you want me dead that bad?’’

Matt shook his head- ‘’Get in the enclosure, the black mark doesn't argue back nor does the rest of HR, after all, they will side with me, once again.’’

‘’Fuck you, Matt.’’ You said whilst angrily punching in the code to the enclosure- cautiously walking into the brightly lit room as you had a one-man staredown with the cow before you softly tapped your foot, attempting to wake it without immediately being torn limb from limb- and somehow you succeeded- having a grumbling, somewhat pissed, cow look at you like you just kicked a puppy and napalmed an orphanage, and kicked someone's grandma down a flight of stairs- god how much you missed the Med-Bay now…

Now that you could get a clear view of your short-time good ol’ buddy and pal- you could see his outfit clearly; somewhat blue hair with white streaks on the tips, a tired look adorning his face, and a blue jacket with a hood that he paired with an olive colored pair of pants, with damn near knee high brown boots- what in the actual fuck was this guy wearing? Damn, where did they FIND this man?

‘’What do you want?’’

What in the fuck- who said that? You thought to yourself, glancing back to an empty lab with no Matt in sight- oh that fucker REALLY wanted you dead. ‘’Fucking Matt…’’

Was it that voice that was nagging you about being a bad person and this that and the third earlier? Maybe it was… him?

‘’Was that you who just said that?’’ you stared at the cow who was lying down on the ground, watching it for any movement in its mouth before you heard the voice again- ‘’Yes, now answer my question already.’’- were you actually going schizophrenic or something? Because you were just staring at his mouth and didn't move one bit when you heard the voice- ‘’The fuck? Are you talking telepathically?’’ you asked the cow, only to get a now angry response- ‘’Are you deaf? Or just willfully being ignorant? Do you have zero sense of danger?’’

That's right, that cow was asking you to answer its question- ‘’I want the same thing as you do, for me to get the fuck outta here. I don't know if you saw that guy back there but he FORCED me to be in here with you.’’ You gestured to the empty room across from the both of you before you noticed something small and pink on the glass window- and you couldn’t get to it due to the walking threat lying down in front of you, especially the fact that any sudden movement could aggravate this guy and send you 6ft under, pushing daisies.

‘’So you're stuck here too, that guy wrote on that paper something about how he locked the doors for bonding time’’ The cow gestured towards the pink paper that was on the window, and then looked back at you.

Without missing a beat, he suddenly appeared in front of you and wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing it with some considerable force since your face slightly twitched at the sudden cutoff of oxygen, and the cow did NOT seem to like that result as he let up with the squeezing- ‘’You really don't have any sense of danger, huh?’’ at this point, you didn’t even try to fight his grip, you just shrugged and accepted your fate- ‘’I do have a sense of danger- I just knew what type of bullshit I would be going into, but y’know, I'm forced to work with you. No point in having a sense of danger if you're just going to die by the end of the business day.’’

He sighed and fully let go of you, walking back to his previous spot in the corner and curling up into a ball, hiding his face from the bright lights of the room- ‘’How boring, it's no fun killing you if you're already wanting to die, that's like im granting your shitty wish. I'm a demon, not a genie.

‘’If you're a demon then go do us both a solid and kill that fucker, Matt!’’ you thought to yourself, rolling your eyes at the thought of his eventual return- ‘’What exactly did this Matt guy do to you for his name to be accompanying some form of death every five fucking seconds in your head?! You need to take anger management classes or something.’’

This fucking sassy fuck- ‘’It's because Matt sat there and LOCKED me in a room with YOU, no offense by the way, all for the purpose of killing me- like what type of psychopath sits there and leaves the glory of watching your greatest enemy be killed in real-time to go frolic around in an imaginary field or whatever he does in his free time! It's borderline stupid!’’

‘’Not only that, the guy keeps on babbling on about how you're so docile and kind-hearted!’’ You finished your rant about Matt, laying down against the cold, hard tiles and staring up into the ceiling- ‘’what a dumbass.’’ ‘’Tell me about it- the guys been doing nothing but riding my ass for the past six years and the moment he got a promotion he starts going on a whole tangent about how he’s so important and that he’ll put a mark on me if I step out of line- fucking power-tripping!’’

‘’And he got this promotion because why?’’

‘’Because he [DATA EXPURGED BY ADMIN_M], [REDACTED].’’

The cow seemed to pause at your words before he uncurled himself and stared at you, much to your dismay- ‘’He… did what to [REDACTED]?’’

‘’Yeah, he did, the only and probably only SCP I will ever trust again. And he [DATA EXPURGED BY ADMIN_M], and I hate his fucking guts for it- I sometimes wonder about her family she used to tell me stories about… I really wanted to meet some of her older brothers if our plan worked.’’

‘’Tell me about these stories [REDACTED] told you, now.’’ ‘’It's not like I have anything better to do.’’ . . . . . . . . . ‘’She really was the light of the foundation, making the suicide rate in this damned place drop to an all-time low! Hell, even the SCPs themselves enjoyed her presence, and that's impressive to get that senile old man down the hallway to shut the fuck up with his happy-go-lucky attitude.’’

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