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✫Jujutsu Kaisen✫

Side Effects (NSFW) - subby!Nanami Kento x reader; Your boyfriend has been on edge recently - most likely due to a rapid increase in curses over the last few weeks - so when you get a call from Shoko, you assume the worst. Lucky for you both, he’s not dead. However, she informs you that he’s experiencing some strange side effects, so you find yourself rushing to Jujutsu Tech to deal with a rather unfortunate… problem.

Boxing Day (SFW) - various JJK characters x reader; You and your partner had a Merry Christmas, but now it’s time for you to move on to the new year! How long does it take for you to take down all of your Christmas decorations, and what challenges do you run into along the way? 

✫Stranger Things✫

Movie Night For Two (Can I Call it a Date?) (SFW) - Robin Buckley x reader; Steve can't make movie night - normally you’d be sad but alone time with the girl of your dreams is just what you're looking for.

Boy Next Door (NSFW) - sub!Billy Hargrove x reader; You’ve lived in the trailer park nearly your entire life, long enough to know that nothing in Hawkins was ever normal. So when the new king of the school starts dropping by your trailer at ungodly hours, you don’t even blink - why would you? Weirder shit’s happened here, and you’re certainly not complaining either, not when the king decides to get on his knees for you.

You Jealous, Mrs. Wheeler? (NSFW) - Part 2 to Boy Next Door; sub!Billy Hargrove x reader; You assumed your fling with Billy was a one time thing - he wasn’t exactly known for his commitment, after all. So imagine your surprise when he flirts with you, in public, no less. 'Maybe he’s messing with me,' you thought, until a knock resonates on your door that very same day, and suddenly you find yourself with a needy Billy Hargrove in your bed.

Billy Teaches You to Drive (NSFW Drabble) - just some thoughts about Billy Hargrove teaching AFAB!reader to drive after they fail the test more than a couple times...and maybe some distractions along the way, too <3

✫Obey Me!✫

Just Want You to Stay (NSFW) - switch!Belphegor x switch!reader; Soft, sleepy sex with the sloth demon himself. MC is gender-neutral!

Control (NSFW) - sub!Barbatos x reader; Barbatos believes in the unwavering, whether it’s his loyalty or his belief that he is in control. GN!MC shows him otherwise.

Just Let Go (NSFW) - Request; AFAB!sub!Lucifer x reader; Lucifer has been holed up in his office for almost a week now - and MC has had enough. Lucifer needs a break, and a joke from Asmo turns into a perfect plan to get Lucifer to stop working. AFAB!Lucifer and AMAB!MC!!

It's Always Sunny With You (NSFW) - Request; sub!Mammon x reader; Mammon always takes his brothers’ harsh words head on - he doesn’t care what they have to say about him! But after overhearing his brothers talking behind his back, Mammon isn’t sure how much more he can take. Sometimes, your little puppy needs to be reminded how much you love him (and just how good he is).

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Control (NSFW)

Summary: Barbatos believes in the unwavering, whether it’s his loyalty or his belief that he is in control. GN!MC shows him otherwise.

Warnings: smut, dom!reader, name-calling, Barb has a vent (and two cocks), CBT, masochism (Barbatos), a little bit of edging, swearing

Let me know if you think I missed anything!!

All characters are over 18 :)

This is technically my first smut fic but I posted the Belphie one first because this one is vile. Like shit's nasty, buckle up y'all. I’m OBSESSED with the whole cast of obey me, so expect more of these in the future,  oopsie ;P Obey Me requests are always welcome!

– – –

“Your tea, my lord.”

As Barbatos bows to Lord Diavolo, you watch with interest, thoughts clearly elsewhere. About how maybe you could bend him over like that. Or even possibly-

“I’ll be just outside the door if you need me, my lord.”

This snaps you out of your thoughts. You were at a private meeting with the Lord of the Devildom itself, for Diavolo's sake! You shake yourself out of your stupor and give Barbatos a polite smile, watching him (or rather, his ass) as he walks out of the room, the door shutting softly behind him. Turning your attention to Diavolo, you realize he’s been staring. You hope he hasn’t been watching for long enough to follow your eyes.

“Are you and Barbatos together?”

Clearly you hadn’t evaded his gaze. Panicking, a simple, “Pardon?” is all you can stutter out.

“Are you and Barbatos together?” he asks again, unfazed by your reddening cheeks. He even had the audacity to look a little amused, that son of a bitch. 

You and Barbatos had agreed to let the brothers connect the dots themselves. However, you hadn’t discussed the inevitability of the Devildom’s ruler finding out. “Uhm…”

“It seems my suspicions were right!” he says, a large grin spreading across his face. “Congratulations!”

“Uh, thank you, my lord,” you respond, unclear on the point of this little meeting you were having. “Is that why you called me here…?”

He looks at you, a little stunned, but quickly snaps back into his typical self. “Of course not! This is about student council work. Lucifer is one stubborn man, but even he can’t carry all the work himself. You’ve seen how his other brothers are, so would you mind-”

“Picking up some of his work?” you finish, smiling gently when he nods. “I’m one hundred percent willing, that poor man needed a break, like, a century ago.”

Diavolo sends you another smile, noticeably relaxing a bit, “Your help is really appreciated MC! I’ll have Barbatos drop by with the documents later.” He shoots you a wink and you fluster, still not used to Diavolo’s casualty about your relationship with Barbatos. You should probably warn him that the brothers have no idea whatsoever, but he’s already calling Barbatos back to show you out. You thank Dia for his hospitality, bow once for good measure, and follow Barbatos out, resisting the urge to grab his ass in front of the literal king of the Devildom. 

After the door shuts, you melt into Barbatos, letting yourself bask in his comfort. 

“Is everything alright, darling?”

God, he’s too sweet sometimes. “Of course Barb! It’s not like I just had a private meeting with the Lord of the Devildom or something.”

He snorts softly, wrapping a gentle arm around you. “What did he want to discuss?”

“Luci, that poor soul, is overworking himself again,” you say, feeling him nod against you. “I’m picking up some of his workloads so he can have some more downtime.”

“That’s very kind of you.”

“I try my best,” you murmur, snuggling further into him as you finally begin to make your way through the castle corridors. “And Luci deserves some help, he’s already got those brothers of his to handle.”

Barbatos smiles gently down at you, and you decide not to mention the fact that Dia knows about your relationship. It’s a conversation for another time, you decide, letting Barbatos lead you towards the door. As you approach the exit, he slows down, reluctant to let you go.

“Must you be leaving so soon?”

“I’m sorry sweetheart, but I’d rather not overstay my welcome,” you say, kissing him softly on the cheek. “And Dia said he would send you to the HoL with Lucy’s work overflow, so we’ll see each other soon!”

Before you can get fully out the door, Barbatos pulls you back, breathlessly kissing you. “Then I will see you later, darling.”

The door closes behind him and you are left standing, flushed, outside the castle. Slapping your cheeks, you make your way back to the HoL, praying that none of the brothers notice your physical (or emotional) state. Damn your sexy butler boyfriend, he would be the death of you.

– – –

Impatiently scrolling through your Devilgram feed, you once again check the clock. 8:30 pm. While it wasn’t necessarily late, it seemed strange that Lord Diavolo hadn’t sent Barbatos out yet. Maybe he won’t be coming today…

A knock on your door interrupts your thoughts, causing you to spring to your feet. You bolt over to the door, flinging it open with fervor, grinning when you spot your stunning boyfriend. He smiles back and, after a cursory glance to make sure no one else was in the hallway, he steps into your room. The door closes behind him, the gentle click of the lock signaling that tonight might be just as fun as you’d hoped. He hands you a stack of papers that you haphazardly place on your desk, pulling him into a fierce kiss. 

He pulls back, panting. “You should probably go over those papers-”

“When do you have to be back?” you say, staring up at him. “Do I have enough time to ruin you?”

“The young lord gave me the rest of the night off,” he says, his grin turning feral. “And I believe that I will be doing the ruining, darling.”

That just wouldn’t do. With a smirk, you spin him around and push him onto the bed, enjoying the sputtering you get back. Straddling his hips, you dive down to press a passionate kiss to his lips, all teeth and tongue. Your one hand cups his cheek while the other begins to pull his outfit apart, nearly ripping the buttons out in the process. Breaking for air, he gives you a watery smile, moving your hand out of the way and pulling the rest of his top off. You run a soft hand up and down his chest before twisting his nipple harshly, reveling in the moan your action tears out of him. Moving down, you focus your whole attention on his chest, until Barb’s nipples are puffy and his pecs are littered with marks. He paws at your shirt and you comply, already beginning to feel a taste of impatience. You roll your eyes at him but clearly aren’t objecting to getting this train moving, opting to remove the rest of your clothes while you could. He eyes you hungrily, reaching out to you in an attempt to pull you back on top of him again.

“Hands off, pretty boy,” you say, smacking his hand away. “You’ll only touch me with my permission, do you understand?”

He nods, and you shake your head in faux disappointment. “Words, baby.”

“Yes! Yes, I understand, darling, please touch me, please please please-”

You lightly smack his vent, still hidden under a few layers of clothing. Barbatos jolts, a wet patch forming at the front of his pants. You grin wide, sadistic, and land another well-placed smack on his clothed sex. You go on like this a few more times, enjoying the way his head lolled back and his pretty green eyes crossed every time you landed a hit.

“You like this, huh, pretty boy?” He nods desperately, bucking up into empty air. “Beg me, and maybe I’ll consider smacking your little vent while it’s bare. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He writhes underneath you, already falling apart. “Darling please, please smack my vent again, I’ve been good, please darling!”

“You could do better than that. Try again.”

He absolutely wails, debauched. “Please, please, I’m begging you, need you to smack my dirty little vent again, wan’ it to hurt, wan’ you to show me my place-”

You yank his pants down in one swoop and hit him, hard, smiling when his cocks begin to peek out of his vent. “Such a desperate little pain slut, aren’t you?”

“YES, yes, I’m your little slut,” he cries. “Wan’ you to hurt me more, please, wanna be your good boy.”

“What happened to that cocky behavior, hm? Thought you were going to ruin me,” you say, frowning down at him. “I’m waiting, pretty baby.”

“M’sorry darling, I didn’ mean it, didn’ mean to lie,” he all but sobs, crocodile tears streaming down his face as you land another smack, making sure to tease his cocks on your way back. “‘M just your little bitch boy, just your toy-”

You grab his cocks, giving them a tug. He squeezes his eyes shut, back arching and a low moan rolling off his tongue. You grin, feral, loving the way he squirmed in your grasp, eyes begging for more. He jerks his hips up and you pout, letting go of his cocks. He lets out a screaming sob, frustration evident on his tear-streaked face.

“What happened to my good boy, huh?” you murmur, a sadistic grin imprinting itself on your face. 

“‘m sorry!!” he yelps, eyes wide and staring right up at you. “I can do better darling, I promise, please let me show you-”

“Shut up,” is the only warning he gets before you hover your sex over his face. “If you can’t even beg me properly, then you might as well do something with that dirty mouth of yours, huh, slut?”

He whines but doesn’t object, licking and sucking at your sex with such reverence that you can’t help but buck into him, letting out an involuntary whimper. Damn your boyfriend and his talented mouth.

He groans at your little noises, sending a jolt up your spine. You grab his hair harshly, reminding him who was in control.

“That’s it, baby,” you moan out, gritting your teeth. “Just like that, want to make me cum, don’t you, pretty boy? Keep going, yes, that’s it-”

Your orgasm hits like a train, your mouth opening in a silent scream as Barbatos works you through it, mouthing at you until you’re sensitive and very much overstimulated. Yanking his hair back, you feel yourself clench at the fucked out look on his face. Eyes unfocused, he blearily looks at you, a dopey grin spread across his face. You grip his hair a little harder, loving the pitchy moan that leaves his throat.

“Look at you,” you coo, moving your weary legs so that you're straddling his thighs once again. “Such a pretty little painslut, hm? Just so wet for me, can’t get off without me pushing you around.”

He nods, almost frantic, pleading for your touch, “Please darling, ‘ve been so good, such a good boy for you, please, please, touch me, touch me, I need it, need you so bad-”

He’s cut off by your hand finding one of his cocks, pulling hard. He screams, his vent spurting out copious amounts of precum. Jolting into your touch, you shove two fingers into his vent without warning, reveling in the way his back arches and his body shakes, holding back his impending orgasm.

“Aw, does my pretty little whore wanna cum?” 

“Please, please, please, can’ hold much longer, need to cum, wanna cum for you-”

He sobs as you slow your pace, pulling your fingers out of his vent but leaving your other hand on his cock. You rear back your free hand and smack his other cock, grinning as he sputters and cries. Landing another well-timed smack on his cock, your other hand begins to tug at him at ungodly speeds.

“You gonna cum, pretty baby?” His head bobs, no words but ‘please’ and ‘MC’ left in his vocabulary. “That’s it, let go for me, you can do it, sweetheart.”

He wails, both cocks jumping as you land one final smack. He explodes all over himself, coating his chest and your hands a sticky white. He can’t stop thanking you, and you stroke his hair, letting him come down from his orgasm. Sliding off his thighs, you sit next to him on the bed, smiling softly as he snuggles into your lap. You pet his hair and whisper sweet nothings to him. As he comes back down, you wiggle your way out of his hold, softening at his whine.

“I just need to clean us up, okay pretty boy?” you say, pulling open the bottom drawer on your nightstand. “Look, see? Just need to wipe us down and then we can cuddle, okay lovely?” 

He nods, reluctant, and lets you wipe him down. He watches intently the whole time, clearly beginning to drift. Once you finish with him, you haphazardly wipe yourself off, knowing Barbatos isn’t going to let you go long enough for you to shower. Throwing the soiled wipes vaguely in the direction of the trash can, you help Barbatos under the blankets and slide in next to him, pulling him to your chest. 

“Good night, love.”

All you get is a snore in return.

Word Count: 2143