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Irrevocably Yours

a/n: I always wanted to make a yandere x yandere fic. I feel like it didn't come off as dark as it could have been lmao.

Cw: Yandere x Yandere(which means usual talks about killing, love potions, confinement, etc), Yandere!Levi, Yandere!MC(but you're trying to do better), Double Penetration, Rough Sex, Levi having two dicks, some dub-con(there's protests at first but MC actually wants him), Fem!MC, kinda ooc.

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It was becoming too much—how you felt, the way your emotions churned inside you like a storm you couldn’t control. You were trying so hard not to give in to your usual behavior, to be normal, to keep it together. But the obsessive thoughts, the relentless impulse to take, to control, to own, were beginning to creep up, growing stronger with each passing day.

You’d managed to keep that side of yourself under wraps—relatively speaking—by focusing on anything and everything else. You buried yourself in distractions, anything to keep your mind off the darker urges. That was why you avoided relationships, why you pushed away any romantic feelings.

But that wasn’t enough anymore, because you were in love. Completely and utterly in love. The target of your affection was Leviathan, the shy, awkward, but endearing otaku. You hadn’t meant for it to happen; you’d kept your walls tall and unyielding, only offering detached friendship to the demon, just like you did with his brothers. But somehow, that detached friendship had morphed into an actual friendship.

You reasoned with yourself that it was okay to have a friend, as long as it didn’t become more. Friendship was harmless, right? You could handle that.

Wrong.

You quickly went from being just another normie to becoming his Henry, and with that came a shift you hadn’t anticipated. He started dragging you into his room more often, refusing to let you leave with those big, sad eyes and that lovely blush on his face. He’d ask you to stay just a bit longer, his voice tinged with a plea you found impossible to resist. Maybe your mistake was relenting so often, convincing yourself that you were doing it for the sake of your friendship, feeding into the denial that you weren’t crossing a line.

It was during one of those many nights spent gaming together that the truth hit you—like a bucket of ice-cold water. You were infatuated with him. The realization came when you found yourself wondering how you could keep him isolated, how you could ensure that no one else could be around him but you. The thought startled you, made you question everything. You were trying to be good, to do better. You couldn’t possibly be infatuated. That wasn’t you, not anymore. So you decided you needed to distance yourself from him, just a bit, so you could get over whatever it was you were feeling. It should have been easy, right?

Wrong again.

You didn’t anticipate Leviathan’s persistence. You thought of him as too shy, too easily flustered to chase after anyone, least of all you. But he never gave up. He whined in your ear, his voice desperate and needy, tugging on your clothes like a child afraid of being left alone. He even went as far as staying in your room with you, refusing to leave your side. It was so out of character, so unlike the Leviathan you thought you knew, that it rendered you speechless every single time. (And maybe, just maybe, another mistake you made was not paying closer attention to the hidden obsession lurking in his eyes, the way they darkened with something deeper, something more dangerous.)

Seeing such persistence warmed your heart, though. It showed you that he was willing to fight for you, to keep you close no matter what. Infatuation quickly turned into love—so completely in love. But just because you were in love didn’t necessarily mean it had to be obsessive or controlling, right? It could be a pure love, right?

Completely and utterly wrong. (And you wondered, in those rare moments of clarity, was anything you decided ever the right choice?)

The thoughts about being the only one around him consumed you. The maddening jealousy you felt when you heard him talk to his friends online, the burning urge to destroy all of his Ruri-chan merchandise—because how dare he love anything else but you?!—the overwhelming need to check all his electronics to make sure there was no one else… it all started to eat away at you.

All you could think of was him: Leviathan, Leviathan, Leviathan.

But still, you tried. You tried your best to fight it, because you were trying to do better. To be good. You wanted to love him in a pure, wholesome way. You didn’t want your love to be so obsessive, so twisted. But it was getting harder and harder to suppress the urges. (But were you really even trying hard enough, or were you just kidding yourself?)

It took all your willpower not to give in, but even with that, there were small things you did without his knowledge—like taking articles of his clothing, savoring the way they smelled of him. You took harmless peeks here and there at his computer and even his phone (and it wasn’t like he made it hard to figure out his passwords when he put it in right in front of you). Occasionally, you’d discourage him from going outside, convincing him it was safer, better to stay in. But it was all harmless, at least that’s what you wanted to believe, because at least you hadn’t snuck in a love potion to make him yours. (Not yet, at least.)

Still, you knew deep down that you couldn’t continue like this. The thought of hurting Leviathan twisted your heart—but you would, without hesitation, if he ever so much as looked at someone else. HE WAS YOURS. The intensity of your love for him made it clear that you needed to try again to put some distance between you, even if it meant spending time with one of his brothers instead. (It was almost laughable how desperate they were for your attention.)

That decision is what led you to your current predicament. It was your fault, yes, but your intentions were pure—at least, that’s what you told yourself. (Or was it that you were just too afraid to surrender completely?)

“I can’t,” you repeated firmly, holding your ground as you rejected Leviathan’s invitation to hang out. “I have plans with Beel.”

“P-Plans?” he echoed, his voice thick with disbelief, as though the word itself was foreign to him. His tone softened into a desperate plea. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Beel will understand if you cancel.”

The way he looked at you—so sweet, so hopeful—almost broke your resolve. But you knew you had to stay strong. “I already said I can’t. I’ll hang out with you afterwards.”

With one last, fleeting glance in his direction, you turned and walked away. If you had only looked back, you would have seen the dark, ominous scowl that had settled on his face.

When you returned from your outing with Beelzebub, who was sweet but unbearably boring, you found yourself debating whether to go see Leviathan. But you decided against it, reminding yourself of the need to maintain your distance, no matter how much it hurt. You clung to that conviction even as you ignored the constant stream of message notifications chiming from your D.D.D while you got ready for bed.

And maybe—just maybe—if you hadn’t been so completely lost in sleep, you would have noticed Leviathan standing silently at the foot of your bed, his demon form fully revealed, with slitted, orange-glowing eyes fixed intently on your figure.

This pattern continued for an entire week. You spent time with one brother after another, each day rejecting Leviathan’s invitations with an ache in your heart. But then, something strange started happening. Random pieces of your clothing—mostly your panties—began to disappear. Objects like your notebooks, chapstick, hair ties, and even pillows vanished without a trace. By that point, you knew it wasn’t just your imagination.

It made you want to scream. Someone actually had the audacity to take your things—and how dare they covet you when you belonged to Levi! The thought burned in your mind, making it nearly impossible to focus as Satan tried to engage you in conversation at the cat café. The soft meows and gentle purring of the cats around you did nothing to soothe the growing anger bubbling inside. Every time you saw a playful swish of a tail or felt a soft nuzzle, your thoughts drifted back to the house, to the annoyance you were going to have to deal with. You knew you’d have to investigate more thoroughly the moment you returned.

Once the two of you finally arrived back at the house, you were on a mission. Barely muttering a goodbye to Satan, you made a beeline for your room, your heart pounding with anticipation. The hallways blurred as you stormed through them, your mind solely focused on getting answers, to check and see if anything else went missing. Reaching your door, you flung it open with a force that made the hinges creak. But the sight that greeted you stopped you in your tracks.

Leviathan was sitting on your bed, his posture casual yet somehow possessive, as if he owned not just the bed but the entire space around him. His presence filled the room, and for a moment, you faltered, the anger you had felt earlier mixing with surprise and something else you couldn’t quite name (was it excitement?). You closed the door behind you, the click of the latch sounding louder than it should have in the stillness.

“Levi?” you questioned, your voice wavering slightly. The intensity of his gaze when he finally looked up at you made your breath catch. His usually soft and shy demeanor was replaced with something far more focused, almost predatory.

“Did you have fun with Satan?” he asked bluntly, his voice low and steady. The stillness of his figure, the way he didn’t move a muscle, made you instantly cautious. It was like he was waiting for something—for a slip, a crack in your composure.

“I did,” you lied easily, though the words tasted bitter on your tongue. The truth was, you had hated every second of your time with Satan, and it wasn’t just because of him. You loathed going out with any of Leviathan’s brothers.

Leviathan tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he observed you. It felt like he could see right through your lie, peeling back layers to uncover the truth you were trying to hide. The intensity of his scrutiny almost made you shiver. But then, as quickly as the tension had arisen, it dissipated. Leviathan looked away, his fingers beginning to fidget with his D.D.D. The shift in his demeanor was almost surreal.

“W-would you like to come to my room? We haven’t s-spent time together,” he asked, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. When he looked at you again, his eyes were no longer sharp and probing but soft and vulnerable.

You hesitated, weighing your options. It should be fine to go with him this one time. You told yourself you’d make it quick—just a few minutes in his room, and then you’d leave. The sudden foreboding feeling you had should had deterred you yet you chose to ignore it (or maybe you just didn’t want to see the signs right in front of you).

“Sure.” A word that sealed your fate.

As you walked with him through the dimly lit hallway, the anxiety grew stronger, tightening its grip on your chest with every step. Leviathan was close enough that you could feel the occasional brush of his arm against yours, and each touch sent a jolt through your body, heightening your unease. The closer you got to his room, the heavier the air felt, as if the walls themselves were closing in on you. You wondered if you would be able to bolt if things spiraled out of control, your mind already calculating the distance to the door and the speed you’d need to escape.

When you both stood in front of his door, the tension in the air was palpable, a suffocating presence that made your skin crawl. It was almost ominous when he opened the door and gestured for you to step inside, the sound of the door creaking open like a warning you were too stubborn to heed. As you walked in, your eyes darted around the room, searching for anything out of place, but everything looked the same. His usual setup, the familiar clutter of manga and figurines… So why were you feeling like th—oh.

Your breath caught in your throat as your gaze landed on his desk. Those were your items scattered across it, some new things that you hadn’t even realized were missing yet. And there, in his tub, nestled among his many sheets and body pillows, were your clothes, panties and pillows, arranged almost reverently.

You stood there, paralyzed by shock, even as you heard the door close behind you, the sound of the lock sliding into place echoing loudly in your ears.

“Levi, that’s… my stuff, my clothes,” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper, but you knew he heard you. He was standing so close behind you now that you could feel the heat of his body radiating against your back, making you shiver involuntarily.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” he asked, his voice low and eerily calm, completely ignoring your statement as if it were irrelevant. His breath tickled your ear, sending another shiver down your spine.

This wasn’t what you expected. Leviathan wasn’t supposed to be like you, caught in the same struggle, battling the same obsession. The thought made your heart race. That wasn’t good—you didn’t want to be pulled further into obsession, into depravity. You wanted to be normal, to be better, to be good. You chanted those words to yourself like a prayer, a desperate attempt to cling to sanity, even as you finally turned to look at him.

He was looking at you with an intensity that made your breath hitch, his eyes locked onto yours as if you were the only thing that existed in his world.

But you couldn’t give in. You were determined to have a wholesome, pure romance with him. You had to resist, had to keep things from spiraling out of control.

“Don’t make me ask you again,” he growled, his voice dropping an octave as he grabbed your chin with a firm hand, his hold almost bruising in its intensity (and his aggressiveness shouldn’t have been so arousing to you).

“Things were getting too… intense. I just wanted a bit of space so things could mellow down between us,” you answered hesitantly, your words stumbling over themselves as you tried to make him understand. But even as you spoke, you could feel the flimsiness of your excuse, the way it barely held together under the weight of the truth.

“Intense?” He grinned, a smile that was more a baring of teeth than anything else, with an almost maniacal edge to it. His eyes gleamed with a knowing light, as if he could see right through you, as if he knew all the things you’d done behind his back, all the secrets you thought you’d kept hidden.

But you stubbornly kept your mouth shut. You could do this—you could talk him down, make him see reason. You would keep your distance and regain control (liar, liar, liar. All you did was lie).

“I know you want me. At first, I couldn’t believe it because why would you want me? But then, you started taking some of my clothes.” He looked deeply pleased as he let go of your chin, bending down to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as he spoke. “I could even feel your envy, your jealousy when I’d game with my friends or when I gave too much attention to anything else that wasn’t you.”

You sucked in a breath as he slowly nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that sent a jolt of sensation through your body, heat pooling in your core despite yourself.

“I thought things were going well,” he paused, his voice darkening as he continued, “but then you started spending time with my brothers. You were ignoring my messages and invitations to come to my room.” As those words left his lips, the nipping grew harsher until he bit down on your neck deep enough to leave a mark but not enough to draw blood. The sudden sharp pain made you yelp and squirm in his grasp, but his hold was unrelenting.

He snarled at your attempts to break free, the sound vibrating against your skin, and you froze again, your body betraying you as a wave of desire crashed over you. You wanted to give in so badly—you wanted him to be yours. You wanted to be his. This side of him was so unexpected but definitely not unwelcome.

“I need you to explain yourself. Now.” His grip tightened as he fisted his hand in your hair and yanked it back harshly, forcing you to meet his gaze.

You licked your lips, trying to steady your breathing. “Levi, this just isn’t… healthy. I’m trying to do better.”

He scoffed, as if your answer was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. “We want to be with each other. Does anything else matter?”

His words were tempting, far too tempting. But you wanted your love to last, to be built on a solid foundation (but really, you were just a fucking coward).

“It does matter. How about you let me go back to my room so we can think about this?” you suggested, your voice trembling slightly. The grip on your hair tightened, pulling at your scalp, and you winced in pain (but you wanted him to be even more aggressive, to show you how much he loved you).

“You, better than anyone, should know that you aren’t going anywhere. If I have to tie you up, then I will.” He released your hair with a sudden force and pushed you down onto the floor. The impact was harsh, and you barely managed to catch yourself with your hands before your head could hit the hard surface. He stood over you, a blank expression on his face as he watched you struggle to steady yourself.

“L-Levi, just calm down. We can talk about this,” you pleaded softly, your voice trembling as he dropped to his knees, caging you in his arms against the cold, hard floor. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, mingling with the coolness of the floor beneath you. If he kept pushing, you knew you would give in.

“For someone who wants me just as badly, you’re protesting too much.” His voice was low, dangerously calm, as he leaned his forehead against yours. His breath ghosted over your lips. “But don’t worry, I’ll fuck the fight out of you. And if that doesn’t work, well, I don’t mind using other methods if it means keeping you with me.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t help the way your body reacted. Heat pooled between your thighs, your panties already soaked through. You almost moaned at the sheer threat in his voice, and you wondered just how much rougher he’d get if you kept resisting. Would he lose control entirely? (You hoped he would.)

“Levi, please. We can’t,” you whined weakly, your resolve wavering as his lips brushed against yours. You somehow managed to turn your head away, but the gesture felt futile. The air around you shifted as he pulled back, his energy darkening. When you glanced up at him, his demon form was already out—scales glistening under the dim light, coral horns out, his tail swaying predatorily, and his glowing orange eyes fixated on you with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

“Fine, I guess we’ll do this the hard way,” he growled in your ear. The words sent your mind spiraling, and before you could fully process what was happening, everything became a blur of heat and sensation.

You gasped, eyes widening as his hand slid under your skirt with purpose, fingers expertly finding your soaked core. He moaned—a deep, guttural sound that sent a thrill through your body—when he felt how wet you were even through the thin fabric of your panties. It was the only confirmation he needed, the last bit of proof that you truly wanted him, needed him, despite your feeble protests.

With a heated urgency, his hands tore away your panties and skirt, ripping through the delicate fabric like it was nothing. Your shirt and bra followed, shredded under his impatient touch, leaving your skin exposed to the cool air and his hungry gaze. He didn’t waste a second, pulling you into a smoldering kiss that was all heat and desperation. Just like that, your resolve shattered, crumbling beneath the weight of your desire. You returned the kiss with equal fervor because you wanted—no, you needed—him so badly it ached.

He smirked against your lips when he felt you go pliant in his arms, the tension leaving your body as you surrendered to him. His mouth broke away from yours, only to descend upon your chest, his hot breath trailing over your skin as he left a path of bruising bite marks in his wake. Each nip sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through you, drawing breathless moans from your lips.

Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as he zeroed in on one of your nipples, his mouth hot and eager. He sucked on the small nub, his tongue swirling around it before his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core. Meanwhile, his thick fingers pumped into your wet, warm cunt—two at first, then three, and finally four, stretching you open with a pace that was fast and merciless. The sensation was overwhelming, the roughness almost too much to bear, but you craved it. You needed more.

He didn’t give you a moment to adjust, didn’t let you catch your breath as he fucked you with his fingers, driving them in deep with each thrust. His thumb found your swollen clit, rubbing tight, desperate circles that had you crying out, your body arching off the floor. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable, but you loved it.

You hugged him closer, your whines and pleas for more filling the room, mingling with the sounds of your slick arousal as his fingers moved in and out of you with relentless speed. He was going to make you cum already, and you hadn’t even gotten started. His mouth finally released your nipple, leaving it glistening with his saliva, and he pulled you into an almost desperate kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth as he curled his fingers just right inside you.

Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you with a force that left you breathless. You cried out, the sound muffled by his mouth, and your cunt clenched around his fingers, gushing wetness all over his hand. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, riding you through your orgasm as if he wanted to wring every last drop of pleasure from you.

It was all so rough, so fast, but it felt so right, like this was exactly how it was meant to be. You could only watch with half-lidded eyes, your breath coming in short gasps, as he finally pulled his fingers out of your throbbing cunt. Your juices coated his hand and he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a look of pure satisfaction.

But he wasn’t done. Not even close.

He leaned back, his glowing eyes never leaving yours as he reached for his zipper. The sound of it being pulled down was almost deafening in the silence that followed. He didn’t bother fully undressing, only tugging his jeans down just enough to free his cock—no, cocks. He had two of them, thick and throbbing with need.

Your mouth watered at the sight of him, and your cunt clenched on nothing as you imagined the sensation of him fucking you open on those thick, pulsating cocks. The mere thought made you shiver. You spread your legs wider, a silent plea, an open invitation that had him settling between them eagerly.

“This messy cunt belongs to me,” Leviathan rasped, his voice low and gravelly, as he rubbed both of his cocks against the slick folds of your cunt. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making you gasp as he gathered the wetness on the heads of his cocks, teasing your entrance with slow, deliberate movements. “You belong to me. I need you to remember that because I will kill anyone you so much as look at for too long. I don’t even want you leaving my room at all.”

You mewled softly at his words, the sound escaping your lips involuntarily, and you knew in that moment that there was no going back. You couldn’t deny it anymore—couldn’t even pretend to care how twisted your love had become, how unhealthy it likely was. All that mattered was that he was finally yours, and you would do anything to keep him that way.

“Do you understand?” Leviathan’s tone was harsh as he gripped both of his cocks firmly, positioning them at your entrance. He pushed forward slowly, just the tips breaching your slick, swollen folds. The stretch was intense, borderline painful, but the pleasure that accompanied it was undeniable. A high-pitched moan tore from your throat as your eyes became teary at the sensation.

“Levi!” you whined, desperation lacing your voice as you attempted to roll your hips down, to pull more of him inside. But his tail coiled around your waist, holding you firmly in place.

“I asked you a question. Do you understand?” Leviathan remained still, his gaze dark with lust, waiting for your answer. When you didn’t respond quickly enough, his hand moved to your breast, fingers tugging one of your nipples harshly. The sting made you gasp, a mixture of pain and pleasure that sent a jolt straight to your core. “Or are you so cock-drunk already that you can’t even answer me?”

“I—I understand,” you panted, finally finding your voice. You reached up, your hand tangling in his hair as you yanked him down, bringing his face closer to yours. “But that also means you belong to me. I will kill you and myself if you ever try to leave me.”

“Fuck,” he cursed, and you felt his cocks twitch at your words. His lips crashed into yours in a sloppy, heated kiss, all teeth and tongue, as if he was trying to devour you whole. The kiss broke only when he pulled back to latch onto the side of your neck that was still unmarked, his teeth grazing your skin before sinking in, marking you with more bruises that would be visible for days. And then, with a snap of his hips, he thrust both cocks fully inside you.

The stretch was overwhelming, the sensation of being so utterly full making you sob with pleasure. He didn’t give you time to adjust, his pace punishing as he pounded into you, each thrust harder and faster than the last. It was as if he were releasing all the pent-up anger from the week you had avoided him, taking out his frustration on your body. But you welcomed it, craved it even. You’d always loved the bite of pain with your pleasure, always been a bit of a masochist for it.

Moans mixed with cries of pleasure, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. It was loud, lewd, and unmistakable, and you knew anyone within earshot would know exactly what was happening. But the thought only fueled your desire for him, making you arch against him, desperate to take him even deeper.

You felt another orgasm building, coiling tight in your core as one of Leviathan’s cocks hit your sweet spot with each thrust, while the blunt tip of the other bumped against your cervix, making you see stars. The sensations were overwhelming, your mind going hazy as you babbled incoherently, slurred pleas and moans spilling from your lips.

Leviathan’s eyes were glued to your face, watching every expression, every reaction. The sight of you—completely fucked out, cock-drunk and lost in pleasure—sent a surge of smug satisfaction through him. He moaned loudly, the sound almost desperate as he lifted your legs, pressing your knees against your chest, and somehow, impossibly, drove even deeper inside you.

You wailed as another orgasm tore through you, your cunt clenching and throbbing around him, the pleasure almost too intense to bear. He whined at the sensation, his own pace faltering as he neared his release. With a final, forceful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you and came, his hot seed flooding your cunt. The feeling of him filling you, marking you from the inside out, made you moan weakly.

He panted heavily as he finally stopped cumming, his breath ragged as he slowly pulled out, even as you whimpered from the overstimulation. Cum leaked from your thoroughly used cunt, trailing down to your ass as he admired the state he’d left you in.

For a moment, he just looked at you—as if memorizing every mark, every bruise, every inch of you that he’d claimed. Then, with surprising gentleness and a now adorable flush on his face, he picked you up, holding you close to his chest. He carried you to his tub and he climbed in, laying down with you on top of him, his arms wrapped securely around you as he pulled a soft sheet over both of you.

You snuggled closer against his chest, your eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion washed over you. The romance between you two was never going to be pure, never going to be simple. It was twisted, dark, and even dangerous—but it was real. You belonged to each other, and that was enough.

You would do anything to keep him because Leviathan was finally yours. And really, this was the best outcome you could have hoped for. Now, you didn’t have to go through with your darker plans of somehow knocking him out and trapping him somewhere. You only hoped he took you seriously about never leaving, because you truly would kill him if he tried. He belonged to you, after all.

Barbatos x Female! Reader

A/n: since I’m lazy you guys are dating in this.

The human _______ was very confused at Demonology and next week she had an exam so she was study, well trying to study that is with all the noise in the house it wasn’t helping. Basically, Mammon stole something of Asmo’s and then Asmo found it in Levi’s room and accused him and Mammon stole something from Levi again and then Satan caught him. And Beel was in the kitchen eating while Belphie was laying in the hallway asleep and Lucifer wasn’t home so basically there was no peace and quite in the house and they all came to her so they could get her on their side. “I’m not getting in the middle of this..” she said and grabbed her textbooks and put them in her bag. “Bye.” She said leaving the house and in reality she was just going to sit outside and try to study until Lucifer came home. The brothers continued their loud agreements. She sighed and sat on the front stairs and got out her books. “_____, what are you doing outside?” She jumped and looked up seeing Lucifer. “Their arguing and I can’t study..” she says sighing. He sighs along with her. “Sorry, Barbatos guess I’ll have to handle this, apologies.” Lucifer said and walked inside. “Hello, ______.” Barbatos said. “Hello, Barbatos how are you?” She asked. “I’m well thank you for asking. What are you doing here?” He asks referring to the textbooks. “Well I’ve got a Demonology test next week and I’m trying to study but obviously with all the noise and distractions in the house it’s hard.” She sighed. “Did you ask, Satan to help you?” Barbatos asked. “He’s part of the noise and distractions.” She said. “Well you could have asked me.” Barbatos said. “I’m always up to help you if you need it.” She smiled. “Really thank you, Barbatos, but I better let Lucifer know.” She said. “Yes, he will worry where you are if not.” He said. She nods and messages Lucifer. “Ok we can go now.” She said putting her things in her bag. “Then let’s go.” He smiles at her.

Time skip cause I’m lazy and didn’t think of anything before hand so I’m making this up as I go~

“Now to help you study I came up with a sort of game where if you get a question right you get a treat.” Barbatos said bringing out some biscuits. “Now I have a question ready, what is a Jinni?” He said as he sat down on his bed and gesturing her to sit on the desk chair. “It’s an Angel right and it’s used in the Islam language if I remember?” She said thinking for a moment. “That is correct, _____ dear, you may have a biscuit.” He smiled slightly. She gently took one of the small biscuits and bit into it. “Mm these are amazing~!” She said smiling. “Thank you now on to the next question. What is an Amir?” He said watching her take another bite of his biscuit. “Hmm, it’s an angel that lives among humans?” She said questioning her answer. “Correct, you may have another.” He said looking at her text books and notes. “As much as I love your biscuits I think if I eat to many I’ll probably vomit.” She say finishing her first biscuit. “Well we could make things more interesting? If that’s what you want~” he said smirking slightly at her. “What do you mean about that?” She asked. “Well how about for every correct answer you get I’ll take off one piece of clothing, but for every question you get wrong, you have to take off a piece of clothing.” He said with a grin. She blushed but nodded. “I-okay, at least I can vomit then.” She chuckles. He nods. “That would probably be for the best, but feel to have some biscuits regardless. But now onto more questions, what is a Shaithan?” He asked going through her notes. “It’s a rebellious Jinn?” She said going over her words. “Yes indeed but they are also malicious.” He said. “Oh yes I usually forget that.” She said going over the fact in her mind. “Well since you got one right I’ll take of my gloves, let’s could them as one.” Barbatos said and slipped his gloves off and placed them on his bedside table. “Next question, What is the name of a stronger type of Jinn that tries to steal information from heaven called?” He asked. “I believe that’s a If- no it’s a Marid, an Ifrit is the most powerful Jinn.” She said with confidence. “You are correct with both, well done and for that you get a to for one~” he said as he stood up and unbuttoning his blazer and sliding it off before hanging it up then he takes off his cummerbund and drops it to the floor. “Next question..”

This went on for quite a while until the human _______ was still mostly clothed the only thing she had to take off were her shoes and socks and her school blazer while Barbatos was only in his trouser’s. “I think this will have to be our last question as it seems to be getting late. “Oh you’re right.” She said looking at the time. “Now, what is a Hatif?” He asks looking at her watching every body movement she made. “A Hatif is a name for a specific demon that strangled children.” She says not confident with the answer. “Sadly you are incorrect, a Hatif is a mysterious phenomenon which can only be heard but never seen.” She sighs remembering it. “But if you can name what the strangling demon is I’ll let you go~” he says grinning. She blushed and thought. “Is it a Ghul?” He shakes his head. “A Ghul is generally evil but lives in the desert, a Qarinah is what you were after.” She nods. “I better get those memorised before the test.” He nodded. “Well since you got them wrong I can’t let you go now since you owe me two pieces of clothing that need to be removed~” he says and walks over to her kissing her neck seductively. “I know, I know.” She said and unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off as it draped over the back of the chair. She then stood up and was about to take off her skirt but he stopped her. “Why not take of your bra?” He says sliding in behind her and gently kneeing the back of her leg and her legs gave out as he sat down and guided her onto his lap. She blushed darkly and covering her mouth with her fist. “I-I didn’t like you wanted that..” she trails off. He smiles and unclips her bar and slides it off her shoulders and it tumbles to the ground. He places his hand gently on her breasts and gently massages them kneading them like dough his thumbs gently rubbing her nipples as she bites her lip gently her face got from her blush. “I-I thought you needed to go somewhere.” She squeaks out. “No, I just wanted to do something else is all.” He said kissing her neck and leaving small bruises on her skin. She sighed at the feeling of his touch to be this close to him felt wonderful. “Let’s move this to the bed, wouldn’t want you sliding off.” He said standing up and carrying her over to his bed and placed her down gently before reaching over to his beside table. “I hope you don’t mind if we use some...utensils~” he asked remerging in his draw. “I don’t mind but please nothing painful.” She says. “Okay dear as long as you consent.” He said pulling out a blind fold a length of cloth. He wrapped the lace around her wrists gently and tied it to the top of his bed frame and then placed the blindfold over her eyes.

“Is this okay, _____ my dear?” Barbatos asks and draped his fingers down her body to the waistband of her skirt. She nodded. “Y-yes.” She said and gasped as he felt him slide her skirt down her legs before she heard it drop to the floor. He licked his lips as kiss lent down and kissed her skin above the waistband of her underwear before he slowly slid them down and tosses them aside. He gently caressed her outer walls feeling her shudder against him made him bite his lip as he continued to move his finger between her outer walls slowly going faster as his arousal grew. She moaned softly at the feeling hearing him lick his lips and the sounds that came from her downstairs. “Aah~” she gasped her eyes closing under the blindfold as she gripped the cloth gently. He smiled and pulled away from her. She felt him get off the bed and heard something drop. “Just a moment my dear~” he said stepping out of his trousers and underwear before putting on some protection. He sighed at the cool feeling of the condom on his cock as he climbed back onto the bed and placed his member outside her walls. “Are you ready?” He asked his voice low and smooth. She nodded and gulped bracing for the feeling of him entering her. He slowly slipped his cock through her walls hearing her uncomfortable breaths. She bit her lip gently as he pulled out a little and slowly pushed back in as he repeated the slow movements. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was keeping as he continued. She sighed as the pain started to dwindle little by little and the pleasure finally started as he picked up his pace grinding his hips into hers trading to find her pleasure spots. He pulled her legs closer to him and placed one on his hip as he went deeper into her core. “Barb-!” She said as she felt him rubbing gently on her clit she curls her toes feeling the pleasure get to her. He grins as he bucks his hips deeper into hers.

“_-______!” Barbatos groans as he feels his cock tremble and he shudders and he continues gripping the blankets underneath his hand as he came but he didn’t stop as he continued to ride out his high hopping he could make her reach hers. He puts her leg on his shoulder as he grinds deeper into her her moans slowly getting louder and cutting off half way before her walls finally clench around him her orgasm arriving as she moaned his named lowly. “Barbatos~!” She says her eyes closing and her body shuddering. He shudders once more as he came once more. He breathes heavily as he slowly slows down before pulling out of her and disposing of the waste. He breathes heavily. “Are you alright my dear.” He asks undoing the cloth and taking off her blindfold. “Y-yes, but I don’t think I’ll be able to walk home for awhile.” She says feeling embarrassed. “That’s okay, you can stay here with me. I’ll let, Lucifer know.” He said and kissed her forehead and he gently raised her up and placed her under the bed sheets and blanket before getting his phone and messaging Lucifer.

Barbatos: _____ will be staying here for the night, she feel asleep while studying.

Lucifer: That is fine just make sure she gets rest as well.

Barbatos: Will do.

Meanwhile in Diavolo’s room~

“I’m so glad, Barbatos got me into listening to these audiobooks before bed.” He said to Little D and took off his headphones and placed them on his bedside table. “A-ah, yes so glad, my lord...” Little D said as he curled up at the end of Diavolo’s bed knowing that he was the only one who heard those noises. “Goodnight, Little D.” Diavolo said as he slid into bed and got comfortable after turning off his lamp. “Goodnight, my Lord!” Said Little D. Now all throughout the Demon Lord’s castle everything was silent even the mince. Barbatos smiled and slid into bed and kissed ______’s bare shoulder. “Goodnight.” He said knowing that she was already asleep.

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Hope you enjoyed. I struggled with writing for Barbatos as everyone only writes about him being into bdsm and whatnot.

This is for a horny friend that requested an Asmo smut so here you go📸

Asmo x Trans male reader (but reader has a coochie since my bestie has a coochie)

Warnings: oral (reader receiving), First time, no protection (ALWAYS WEAR PROTECTION KIDS), dirty talk, overstimulation

It was your very first 1 year anniversary with your loving boyfriend Asmo, he wanted this anniversary to be an anniversary you’ll never forget.

“Honestly Asmo you shouldn’t have done all of this for me, I haven’t even got you a present yet…” “oh come on y/n you deserve literally everything in the world! Todays our special day remember~?” This year being with Asmo has been the greatest year of your life, it makes you question how In the world you managed to get with the avatar of lust.

“I have one more surprise for you doll~” Jesus there’s more? You two spent almost the whole day together going out shopping, going to dinner, going to a salon together. What could possibly be the last surprise? You giggled before you said “what is it this time dear?” Asmo then grabbed your hand and walked you to his room, it looked different somehow… it looked more romantic

The floor and bed was covered with roses, there was lovely music playing in the background, and the lights just set up the mood even more. It was like out of a cheesy romance movie. “Asmo it’s… it’s beautiful…” “I’ve been meaning to save this moment for something very special, like our anniversary~..” he then kissed you passionately before he stopped saying “Y/n… do you mind if I… take your virginity?” You were shocked. You wanted your first time to be with someone special…

Someone like Asmo. You hesitated for a moment before nodding and saying “of course Asmo… your the only man I would let have my first time… I trust you dear” Asmo looked like the Cupid just shot him in the heart after hearing those words, Asmo then kissed you passionately again. It felt like it was right out of a romance movie, the scenario was so perfect… all the brothers have gone out to do something since Asmo begged them to be out of the house so he can celebrate this anniversary, so it was just the two of us…

Asmo then gently placed me down the bed and stopped kissing me to ask “do you want to be top or bottom darling~?” You paused for a moment and then said you were probably more of a bottom, when it comes to these types of things you never really imagine yourself on top. Asmo then started kissing you all over, starting from your neck giving you hickeys as you lightly moaned.

You don’t even remember when he took off your clothes but he did, as he started kissing you from your neck all the way your thighs giving you hickeys on your inner thighs. “Remember darling, your body is beautiful and you shouldn’t be shy right now… just relax~” he must have realized how shy and nervous you were, but those reassuring words helped you a lot to calm down.

After Asmo was finished with peppering you with kisses, he then finally started licking your pussy. You then immediately arched your back and moaned, this was the very first time you ever felt like this before. Asmo then giggled and said “relax darling you’ll get used to it soon~” he was right you should relax, first times are always nervous. You calmed down as he continued to licking your pussy.

Now you know why he’s the avatar of lust, you’re surprised your even lasting this long from how good he’s eating you out. It lasted for about 2 minutes before you were about to cum, Asmo noticed that and stopped as you whined “Asmo w-why” you panted as Asmo giggled “darling it’s your first time I want your first ever climax to be around my cock~” you were as red as a tomato with those words.

“But first we need to prep you first, I’m probably a little too big for you hun~” he said as he winked, you were a little nervous about that last statement but this is Asmo we’re talking about, you know he’ll reassure you all the way. He then started to put 2 fingers into you which made you immediately moan “A-Asmo faster p-please~..” “My my you have such a way with words dear~” Asmo said as he started to finger you more faster like you said. You started to feel as if your about to cum like before and of course, Asmo removed his fingers.

“I think you’re ready for me now darling, Don’t worry I’ll move when you tell me to~” you’re really glad that Asmo is your first time, these reassuring words has made you less insecure and more calm about your first time. Asmo then slowly entered you which made you flinch. Asmo noticed and said “don’t worry dear, like I said I’ll only move when you tell me to” he didn’t move for a good minute until you finally said “you can move….”

Asmo then set up a steady pace, not too fast but not too slow either. It felt like you were in heaven by how amazing it felt, it feels like a dream somehow…you started to moan out “Asmo please f-faster…” “My your so bold y/n~” Asmo started to go faster which made you louder than before, this feeling was so great you came for the first time but Asmo didn’t stop. “Darling im the avatar of lust, I won’t be satisfied with just one climax~” he then continued as you moaned.

You’ve both been at it for probably 3 hours or so you’re not really sure, but after your 7th climax it was finally over. You were both panting as Asmo said “don’t even move darling I’ll go get the bath ready for you~” Asmo then got up and started a bath for you.

Asmo Really achieved his mission, because you’re never going to forget this night ever.