OBEY ME MASTERLIST

It ends up being you who confessed

The two of you have a shared playlist

He falls asleep to it and always has better dreams when he does

Sleepovers on the regular

Has a septum that he mainly keeps hidden

Shopping with him n Asmo is certainly interesting

Let him info dump about astrology and space please <3

He doesn’t like small, confined spaces

He is a tsundere, not exactly the same way mammon is but it’s definitely there.

NSFW

Cockwarming <3

His favorite positions are cowgirl and mating press

He has a spicy playlist that he carefully curated himself

He WILL edge you till you’re begging for release

Definitely down to experiment  

Collar kink (Put a collar on him please)

He’s a such a brat most of the time but can also be a very mean dom

He will also fuck you against things that mess with Lucifer

Being spit-roasted between him n’ Beel <3

If I was a rat

MC: Hey Barb, I have a question

Barbatos: (Already sensing some bullshit) What is it MC?

MC: Would you still love me if I was a rat?

Barbatos: Who said I loved you now?? (He definitely does)

MC: But what if I was a rat???

Barbatos: Like Solomon?

MC: Sure🧍

Barbatos: No.

He was never home.

Today was no different of course, he wished you a good day before you were even awake and now here you are. Sitting in his favorite restaurant, in his favorite dress, dressed to the nines all for him and he didn’t show up. Your texts have gone unanswered and your calls sent to voicemail as you wait for your husband to hopefully show up.

He never did.

So you brushed off the sympathetic glances and left in the rain, and when you finally made it home, the wound left by being stood up only stung more as you had forgotten about the rose petals you had scattered that were meant to be a surprise upon the end of your date. A date the two of you had planned for months. A date he said he wouldn’t forget. But here you sat, forgotten as easily as anything else outside of his work despite his promises that it wouldn’t happen. You sighed knowing you were gonna have to clean this up before he got back but you just couldn’t find the strength to do so as you dragged yourself to your shared bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, your heart heavy and eyes glazed with tears. You had waited hours only to be forgotten and you knew it would only happen again causing you to cry and sob into the bed until your eyes grew heavy and your breathing even. 

Only hours later did your husband return, his blonde hair disheveled from his work day and confusion crossing his face as he walked in to see you vacuuming up the rose petals no longer dressed up and your face stained with tears. “What’s wrong love?” He asked concerned as you stepped away from him “you forgot Kento, again” you hissed as he looked at you confused for a moment before it finally slapped him in the face; he forgot your guys’ date. 

“Love, I’m sorry work ran long and-” he started only to stop knowing excuses wouldn’t make this better, not anymore. “I’m sorry I forgot” he whispered, pulling you to him gently unsure if you would even let him hold you. But you did, you let him pull you in apologetically “I’m so tired of being forgotten” you sniffled knowing if you spoke to much on the matter you’d only cry more and you weren’t sure you had enough tears for that “I waited in the rain for you ya’ know?” you told him as he only held you tighter “It won’t happen again love I swear it” he whispered as you shook your head “it’ll happen again, it always does” and he couldn’t deny it, not when you seemed so sure of the fact and you were right it happened again and again, but somehow he always made up for it and somehow he always would.

(TW: Smoking)

“Seroooo, pass the blunt” you whined as he snorted “how? my arm fell asleep 10 minutes ago”

Which is a valid excuse since you guys had been smoking and cuddling for the past two hours and you may or may not be using his arm as a headrest.

“I don’t know but you’re taking up the whole bed” you complained as he chuckled tapping the ash off what was left of the joint the two of you had been passing around. 

“Ya know if Iida smells the smoke we’re as good as dead” you mused relaxing into the bed as Sero laughed “He gonna do us how he did Stain” you both laughed at that knowing if Iida was around you’d be verbally or physically torn to shreds

It was late and after all the training Aizawa had ya’ll doing this week this late-night smoke n’ cuddle session was just what the both of you needed.

“Ya know your mom would probably kill us before Iida did right?” you laughed as his face paled 

“Don’t remind me” he mumbled pulling you in closer regardless of not being able to feel one of his arms. 

“You sleepy?” you smiled stroking his hair as he hummed, his face buried in the juncture between your neck and shoulder as you laughed “alright let’s go to sleep” you yawned before settling in, knowing good and well you weren’t supposed to be in his room after curfew.

‘That’s for tomorrow me anyways’

As a confession he wrote you a poem and taped it to your bedroom door

Literally anything flusters him 

The perfect person to tease honestly

He would either go out with someone shy or an absolute tease.

He lowkey has a fanclub at RAD

He has a lowkey obsession with 90’s and early 2000’s anime

Don’t tell Levi that though, you’d never see your bf again

Dirty jokes seem like they fly over his head but they don’t

He understands all of them, and is internally dying because of it.

NSFW

He’s a bottom.

BITE HIM <33

Touch his wings right at the base n he’ll bust

Call him ‘Pretty boy’ or anything of the sort and suddenly simeon.exe stops working

He cums so fast the first time it’s unnatural

His stamina is outstanding though

Favorite positions are literally anything with you on top

He has walked about RAD wearing a cock cage as a dare between the two of you

He gets off on humiliation and has a degradation kink <333

Hi luv

You got any request rules?

If you do, do you wrtie dark themes like kidnap and death?

Hi! I don't really have any hardcore rules, I do enjoy writing darker themes suck as kidnapping and death :)

Appetite

Thinking About…

…Thinking about how Beelzebub has an appetite for more than food, often spending his nights with his face between your thighs using his strength to hold you down with a grip that you knew would leave bruises and honestly? Who cares about bruises when he went down on you like you were his last meal on death row. And he won’t stop for hours, not until you’re crying out from overstimulation and your cum is covering his face.Afterall he couldn’t leave his favorite human left unsatisfied.  

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