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Obey Me: A Gift for You [Demon Brothers]

🕷 pairing: demon brothers x f. reader

🕷 summary: You're gifted a pair of panties from the Demon Brothers, so you wear them for him.

🕷 wc: 6.5k

🕷 warnings: pet names (darling, love, treasure, baby, kitten, kitty, hun, doll, cupcake, moon, little moon), degradation (slut, whore), jealousy, choking, fingering (f. receiving), impact play (spanking, cunt slapping), oral sex (f. giving and receiving), unprotected sex, food mention, making-out, the heels stay on, marking (biting, scratching), hair pulling, praise, masturbation, pillow humping, mention of smothering with a pillow, panties used as a gag, cum swallowing, collar with a bell, possessiveness, dom/sub undertones, breeding kink, body worship, bondage with ribbon, objectification, use of a bullet vibrator, 69, handjob, implied food play,

🕷 a/n: this is strictly 18+ content as links lead to adult content!

🕷 date: April 17, 2024

Lucifer

“Barbatos said you needed help with some paperwork?” You ask as you enter Lucifer’s office. You hold a thick file under your arm as you walk forward.

“Is that so?” Lucifer asks, not bothering to look up from the stack of papers in front of him. He taps his monogrammed pen on the mahogany surface, biting his bottom lip as he finishes reading the paper and moves to the others.

“Yeah,” you click your tongue. “Barbs said I was distracting the Young Master.”

You roll your eyes before you set the file on the desk with a thump. You push it toward Lucifer before sitting on the edge of the desk; a habit he loves and hates.

“Your impression of Barbatos has gotten much better,” Lucifer sneers as he finally looks at you, his eyes roaming over your body.

Your thighs are splayed on his desk, clad in black thigh-high stockings held with a blue garter belt. The skirt you wear is nearly bunched at your hips and your black heels shine, reflecting the light in his office.

“I see why Barbatos labeled you as a distraction,” Lucifer smirks as he sets the file aside along with the rest of his work.

You shrug. “He was the one who said Dia needed me to grab the file. I don’t see why Barbatos couldn’t do it himself.”

“Best not to defy him, darling,” Lucifer says as he rises and steps between your thighs. His hands grip them as he pushes you back until you catch yourself on your elbows. You blink slowly as you look up at him, his black hair falls over his eyes and you lick your lips when you spot him staring at your blue panties.

“You were at the Demon Lord’s Castle in the panties I gifted you? Parading around like a little slut for everyone but me? Is that any way to thank me, love?” Lucifer's tone is low, and dangerous as he raises a dark brow in question.

You resist the urge to moan, shaking your head as you maintain eye contact.

“I didn’t want to go over there. I wore these for you, Luci.”

Lucifer hums as he considers your words, remaining silent as he takes a step back and pulls you off of his desk. You stumble, but he’s there to straighten you on your feet.

His nose presses to yours, his lips tantalizingly close. You want to kiss him, taste him but he spins you and you catch yourself with your palms.

“Lucifer!” You gasp in surprise.

Lucifer gets on his knees. His hands roam over your legs, fingers gripping the lace at the top of your stockings. He admires the blue panties you’re wearing.

His fingers fiddle with the bow above the little peekaboo window, his lips press kisses to the curve of your ass before he’s on his feet.

Slowly, Lucifer spreads your legs with one of his. His left-hand wraps around your throat as he bends you further while his other hand moves between your thighs.

“You wore these for me?” Lucifer asks he pushes your panties to the side and two of his fingers slip into your wet cunt. He growls, his hold on your throat tightening when you whimper. Your eyes shut, nearly panting as he fucks his fingers in and out of you before his thumb brushes your clit.

“Answer me, darling. It’s rude to keep me waiting,” he whispers as you drip all over his fingers and pant leg. You nod, moaning when he releases your throat to smack your ass.

“I did. I wanted you to see them on me,” you admit as he bunches your skirt at your hips as high as it will go with one hand while he removes the other from your cunt to suck his fingers clean.

“Tell me, love. Did Diavolo get a preview? How about Barbatos?” Lucifer asks, failing at hiding his jealousy.

“No! Never!” You exclaim as he moves back to admire your frame bent over his desk, wet and needy for his touch.

Lucifer palms his cock over his pants while he watches your legs shake unsteadily in your heels.

With ease, he unbuttons his pants and pulls the zipper down. He’s quick to push his boxers down his thighs and rip the buttons off his shirt.

If you’d been facing him, you’d be drooling over his delicious body, begging to lick every inch before he stuffs his fat cock down your throat until tears run down your cheeks.

However, today isn’t about you. It’s about those blue panties you’re wearing that hide very little of your ass. Which is why he had picked them out for you.

He couldn’t wait to fuck you on his bed. Your back to him while you rode his cock while wearing the stockings, panties, and garter belt.

The thought alone made his mouth water as he pumped himself a few times. You beg him to fuck you. Your thighs pressed together to try and distract you from the throbbing between them.

Lucifer smacks the back of your thigh, getting you to spread them open before he presses the head of his cock at your entrance.

“Lucifer!” You moan as he slides home, his hand on your hip and the other pressing his fingers to your lips.

“We must be quiet, darling. We aren’t the only ones in the House of Lamentation tonight.”

Mammon

Mammon had a busy day. Levi was on his ass about paying him back, so Mammon had to do a last-minute photoshoot just to give a payment to him. He’d have to do a few more in the next few weeks to finish paying Levi off but then he’d be free to borrow from him again.

Goldie was taken again by Lucifer, so Mammon’s next goal was freeing his sweetie.

Groaning, Mammon takes his jacket off as he enters his bedroom. He had a shower at the set and was ready to get in his pajamas and climb into bed.

Sighing, Mammon takes his shirt off, tossing it onto the couch beside his jacket.

What he doesn’t expect to see is you bent over his pool table as you try to sink the eight ball.

Mammon freezes in his spot. He’s not sure if you’ve heard him and he doesn’t want to startle you as you lean over further. If you notice your skirt hiking up further, you don’t make a move to correct it as you move the pool cue.

Silently, Mammon eyes you hungrily. He spots the yellow panties he gifted you on your last date from beneath your black skirt. He wears matching boxers under his jeans.

The ruffles on the edges make him gulp as you curse when you slip, your breasts pressed on the table as you balance yourself on one high-heeled foot.

Nearly drooling, Mammon watches as you finally sink the last ball and stand on both feet.

“Hell yeah!” You cheer as you place the pool cue on the table.

“Been here long, Treasure?” Mammon asks as he leans against the table.

“Oh!” You giggle as you walk toward him.

“I was waiting for you. Levi said you had a job.”

Mammon rolls his eyes. “Just like him to tell ya my business.”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” you frown as you pull him into a hug. He smiles as he breathes you in, his face buried in your neck while you rub his broad shoulders. “I missed you and you weren’t answering.”

“It was a busy shoot. I barely had time to have lunch before I needed to get back on set,” Mammon explains as he grabs your hips.

“I’m glad you’re back. I’ve got you all to myself for the rest of the night,” you grin as you press your lips to his. Mammon moans against your lips, his large hands moving lower and beneath your skirt to grab your ass.

“Mammon!” You groan as he nips your bottom lip, sucking it before he releases it. His fingers toy with the edges of your panties before he moves his hand to the front.

“What? I just want to feel your heart,” he smirks as he traces the heart on the front of your panties.

His hand moves lower, feeling the wet spot on your panties before his lithe fingers push the material aside.

“Fuck, Treasure. You’re always so wet for me, huh?” Mammon groans as he feels your wet cunt, his fingers easily slipping inside. You grip his shoulders, your heels making you teeter.

“I’ve got you, Treasure. I always will,” Mammon promises as he kisses you while his fingers curl inside you and fuck your soaking wet pussy. You moan into the kiss, allowing his tongue to meet yours as your hand moves between your bodies to grip his hard cock over the denim.

“You’re moving too fast, baby,” Mammon chuckles as he noses your throat before kissing it. “You haven’t even allowed me a taste of that sweet, sweet pussy.”

“Greedy bastard,” you mutter before Mammon spanks you, gripping your ass harshly in his hand and squeezing it until you gasp.

“I am, don’t forget it, Treasure.”

Mammon lifts you onto the pool table with your skirt hiked up to your hips and your blouse ripped down the middle, the buttons strewn on the table and his bedroom floor. Mammon eyes you greedily, licking his lips as he shakes his white hair out of his eyes.

You spread your legs further as you look up at Mammon. Your heels hang over the edge and you admire the beautiful ridges of his torso and his glowing tan skin. You reach out for him and he allows you to touch him freely while he kisses you. His fingers thread in your hair while yours unbutton his pants and unzip them.

Mammon kisses his way down your body, expertly removing your blouse and bra before his lips are wrapped around a hardened bud. He’s greedy with his tongue on both tits, licking and sucking them until he’s satisfied.

“As pretty as these are, they’ve gotta go,” Mammon says as he tugs your panties down your thighs. He stuffs them in the back pocket of his jeans before he’s kissing down your body, sinking his teeth into your hips before grabbing your thighs in each hand. He tugs you to the edge of the table, not caring if you’re arousal stains his precious pool table.

“Mammon!” You exclaim as you fall back onto the table and stare at the ceiling. You arch your back as his tongue meets your cunt, teasing you as your legs drape over his shoulders, heels digging into his broad back.

“Fuck, Treasure,” Mammon slurps, his lips shiny with your wetness. He dives back in, his fingers fucking into you as he ignores the throbbing of his cock. He wanted to mount you, fuck you full of his cum, and then fuck it all back into you.

Mammon wanted you to reek of him. He needed the halls of the House of Lamentation to stink of him and your coupling. He wouldn’t be satisfied until Lucifer was banging down his bedroom door, pleading that you stop.

“So delicious,” he grunts as he palms over his cock, his tongue teasing your clit, gently sucking it just to watch your squirm beneath him. “Such a good girl for me, Treasure. So good.”

Levi

Levi loathed leaving his bedroom, more so when Lucifer demanded that he did. His older brother was the only demon who could get him to abandon his precious manga and video games. He was just about to start a new anime (Don’t Look Under the Bed Because There’s Probably a Monster, Even if Monsters aren’t Real and Don’t Hide Under Your Bed), when Lucifer banged on his bedroom door, ordering him to go check on you before dinner.

The two of you had dinner duty, and with it only a few hours away, you had to get started within the next hour or two. Levi didn’t want to piss off Lucifer anymore than he already was, so begrudgingly he went to your room to get you.

Normally, Levi would knock before entering your bedroom, but he was too busy muttering about Lucifer and his anime to remember to knock. It wasn’t like you needed him to anyway. You always welcomed him in quickly and with open arms.

One time won’t hurt, right?

However, when he steps inside and shuts the door, he’s frozen solid.

Gulping, Levi watches as you hump his missing pillow. Your back is to him, and he notes you’re naked except for the orange ruffle panties he gave you as a gift. He remembers how red his face had gotten when he left the gift on your bed just a few days ago, he didn’t realize you’d known they were from him.

“Fuck, Levi,” you moan as you grind your cunt into his pillow, ass bouncing as you pick up the pace. You’ve soaked the pillow under you, no doubt making it harder to return but you couldn’t help yourself. Levi had invaded your thoughts until you couldn’t resist but smother yourself in his scent and finally steal something that belonged to him that he probably wouldn’t miss.

Levi is in awe as he watches you, cock growing hard in his pants as you moan his name again, cupping your tits in your hands and throwing your head back as you soak his pillow with your cum.

“Levi, are you just going to stare or are you going to come over here and take care of me?!!” You ask as you look at him from over your shoulder.

“I-I wasn’t staring!” Levi stutters, feeling his face grow warm. “Lucifer said, and then dinner, shopping. Not staring!”

You climb off his pillow slowly, allowing him an eyeful of your ass in the tiny thong. Levi never imagined you’d wear them, much less for him but here you were in all your glory humping his pillow and asking him to fuck you.

Frozen, Levi just stares as you approach him. Your lips meet his as you strip him down to his boxers in between kisses and moans.

You have him lie on the bed, his pillow beside him. You straddle his hips, kissing his cheek just to feel the heat of his embarrassment.

“You’ve kept me waiting,” you pout as you place the pillow over his face.

Levi groans as he smells your arousal. How many times had you cum at the thought of him? How many times have you soaked the fabric with your juices? Levi could die right now and he’d die a happy man, blissfully inhaling your scent.

“Don’t be greedy,” you giggle as you move the pillow under his head, your tits brushing his face as you place it under him.

“There,” you grin as you take his shaky hands in yours and place them on your tits. “Want to feel some more?”

“Y-yes,” Levi clears his throat. If this is a dream, he never wishes to wake up. He would gladly stay underneath you forever if it meant you’d be touching him like so.

“What do you think of the panties? I wasn’t sure if orange was my color but they look so good on me, don’t you think?” You ask as you place Levi’s hands on your ass and you swear he almost cums in his pants.

“They look go-good,” he blushes as you guide his hands to the ruffles.

“You have good taste, baby,” you state as you easily slip the panties off you. Levi watches as you tug his boxers down just enough to release his leaking cock. He’s too horny to be embarrassed, almost prideful as you lick your lips when you take it in your hand.

You’d love to tease him, make him beg, make him suffer but you’re too turned on to think straight. Your mouth wraps around him, engulfing his length greedily as his eyes flutter shut and your name forms on his lips. His hand grips your hair, guiding your movements as you meet his pelvis and he hits the back of your throat. You swallow and his thighs clench as he almost sees the Celestial Realm with how high you take him.

Levi is near tears now and you pop off his thick cock long enough to get on your knees and reach for your panties.

“Open your mouth for me, Levi.” You instruct and he does so obediently.

You stuff your soaked panties into his mouth as you stroke his dick. Levi’s cries of pleasure are muffled as you take him back into your mouth. One of your hands is between your thighs, fingers fucking your soaked cunt while you continue to bob up and down Levi’s cock.

His groans and moans grow rapidly, his body trembling from pleasure as you feel him hit the back of your throat moments before he’s cumming down it.

Levi feels hot tears roll down his cheeks as his hips continue to thrust into your poor throat. You swallow hungrily, a few stray tears rolling down your cheeks until you pull off him, cum and spit coating your pretty lips.

Levi catches his breath before he sits up and spits out your panties. His hand grabs the back of your head before he slams his lips on yours. His tongue meets yours in a hungry, messy, cum-filled kiss.

Satan

Rain pelted the windows of the Devildom late at night. Satan had spent all day in the library looking for a particular book with no luck.

He had fallen asleep and woken in a puddle of drool before he gave up and decided to head to his bedroom after a shower and a brush of his teeth.

Now, he lay in bed with a thick book on his lap as he leaned against the headboard. He had walked through the quiet halls of the House of Lamentation and figured everyone was in bed. What he hadn’t counted on was you showing up in his bedroom with a poof and a sparkle of magic.

“Kitten?” Satan sets his book on the nightstand beside his bed. “What are you doing up so late?”

“I was with Solomon learning a new spell and got locked out of HOL. You didn’t answer my texts,” you frown as you begin to undo the buttons on your blouse.

Satan looks at his D.D.D. and realizes he never turned it back on after Mammon was spamming him with messages asking for money.

“Sorry, Kitten. Mammon was begging for money again,” Satan apologizes as he looks at you. He notes the collar on your throat, the tiny bell jingling when you take your bra off to toss on the floor.

You step out of your high-heels and shimmy out of your skirt leaving you in just your thick thigh-high socks and strappy green panties.

“You wore these for Solomon?” Satan growls as he lifts one of the straps with his fingertip.

“Of course not, Satan. I wore them for you,” you huff, as you crawl into his lap, legs on either side of his hips.

“Wearing them under such a short skirt says otherwise, Kitten. Do I need to remind you who you belong to?” Satan asks lowly as his hands grip your bare ass, the pathetic green straps do nothing to conceal you.

“Maybe,” you tease with a sly grin as you press your breasts to his bare chest. Your fingers twirl his blonde hair as you lean in to kiss his lips.

“You play a dangerous game, love,” Satan sighs as his fingers grip the tiny bell on your collar, another one of his gifts.

“Only because it turns me on,” you admit with a smug smile as Satan tugs your collar and your eyes darken as you meet his wrathful gaze.

“Watch yourself, Kitten. You’re not the only one with claws,” he remarks as you lick your lips before he kisses you passionately. His hands cup your face before moving to your hips. He groans when you suck his bottom lip into your mouth, tugging slightly before releasing it.

Satan smirks as he quickly moves you over his lap, your ass in the air as he spreads your legs further. When his palm smacks your cheek, you gasp before moaning. He smacks the other cheek and you bite your lip to keep from moaning his name for everyone to hear.

“Count for me,” he commands as he spanks you a third time and then a fourth. You keep count, thighs soaking wet from your arousal as he finishes with number fifteen.

His hands soothe the ache, gentle words leaving his lips with praises of how good you are for him.

“Such a sweet kitten when you want to be, huh? Can’t listen the first time, always have to push the boundaries,” Satan coos as his fingers dip into your wet cunt.

“Satan!” You moan wanton as his fingers curl inside you. He hushes you, his free hand pressing his fingers to your mouth. You take them in greedily, sucking and slurping on his digits with both holes.

“That’s it, love. Be a good kitty for me,” Satan smiles as you tighten around him, his fingers soaked to the knuckles as his thumb finds your clit.

You’re nearly there, your moans announce it as you squirm on his lap. He fucks your mouth and your cunt with his fingers, giving you hell at both ends before your muffled screams fill the air.

His praises fall on deaf ears as you cum, nearly sobbing when he slaps your cunt twice and has you suck his cum soaked fingers clean.

“Hands and knees, love,” Satan demands as you struggle to get on your shaky legs. Your body thrums with arousal, hot and aching for more as you arch your back. Satan tugs you toward him by your hips.

“Fuck, Satan,” you curse into the sheets as he stuffs you full of his cock. His nails dig into your hips as he pulls you toward him, the fat head of his cock reaching your cervix. Your eyes roll back as you take the pounding, greedily asking for more when his hand smacks your jiggling ass.

“These panties sure have come in useful tonight,” he muses to himself as he watches your hungry cunt take his cock like the good whore you are. For a moment his thoughts run loose, imagining what it would be like to breed you, to see your breasts round and full of milk for his spawn. Everyone would know you were his and only his. Everyone would envy him. Everyone would seethe knowing you were with child.

“Satan!” You scream as pleasure overwhelms you, pussy clenching around his cock, creaming it as you milk him for all he’s worth.

“Fuck, Kitten,” he scowls, looking up at his ceiling and ignoring the thumping of his headboard against the wall. Perhaps the two of you have woken everyone in the house but he doesn’t dare stop, especially when you start begging him to cum deep inside, stuff you full of his cum.

Satan aims to please as he does just that.

Perhaps his dreams will come true.

Asmo

Asmo sat on his bed painting his nails live on Fab Snap.

“Isn’t this color just fabulous? It’s one of my favorites!” Asmo gushes as he paints another nail, blowing on it as comments fly by on the screen. He giggles as he shows his finished hand to the camera, thanking everyone for the compliments before moving to his other hand.

Asmo has been live for almost two hours. The moment you’re out of the bath, he’ll say his goodbyes and end the stream. He’s been dying to get you alone all week but unfortunately, his bank account needed some money.

Five minutes later, you stand in a fluffy pink robe with a pair of pink heels and the cute panties Asmo gifted you.

Asmo pats the bed. You cross the room to him, gently kicking off your heels as you lie back on his bed.

“Let’s get you out of this,” he smiles cheerily as he untied your robe and helped you out of it. He pushes it to the other end of the bed after taking the silk ribbon used to tie the robe.

Carefully, Asmo places your wrists over your head and wraps the silk ribbon around each wrist before tying them together.

“Well, don’t you look ravishing,” Asmo grins brightly as he admires your beautiful body. You look away, feeling your cheeks grow hot as he continues to compliment you until you meet his gaze again.

Asmo takes his time with you, kissing your cheek, jaw, neck, collarbones, and sternum. He’s generous with his kisses, covering the expanse of your chest with his lips just to listen to your soft moans.

When his lips wrap around your nipple, you gasp, turning to putty beneath him as he settles between your legs. His fingers trace the strappy pattern of your panties. Fingers gently go over the tiny pink roses just to watch your legs twitch.

“So sensitive,” he giggles as he takes your nipple into his mouth and gently nips it. He takes his time licking and sucking each breast until they’re glossy with his spit and lip gloss.

“Asmo!” You moan his name as he kisses his way down your body further, his teeth sinking into your hip, leaving his mark behind.

“Let me take care of you, hun. I knew you’d look so pretty in these,” Asmo bites his bottom lip as his eyes admire every pretty strap on your hips. His finger lightly traces the design until he’s pressing his fingertip to your clit.

You gasp, surprised, and move your wrists upward.

“Uh-uh, my love. I’m not done with you yet,” Asmo giggles as he flips you onto your stomach, lifting your ass in the air as you steady yourself on your knees.

His hands slowly rub your back before gripping your ass. Your hands are bound in front of you, keeping you from reaching back to touch him. You want to feel him pressed against you, have him encompass every fiber of your being. You don’t have to think when you’re around Asmo, happy to be his dress-up doll, his toy for his pleasure; whatever it may be.

Asmo’s fingers brush the ruffles as his lips kiss your spine.

“So beautiful, my love,” he whispers as he kisses his way lower, his fingers moving your soaked panties aside. You moan softly, pushing your ass toward him as he chuckles.

“So eager,” Asmo coos as his finger circles your hole. “So needy.”

You nod, tugging on your restraints before a soft buzz fills your ears and you perk up. Asmo giggles at your reaction as you arch your back further and his tongue meets your pussy. He teases you at first, sucking on your clit and wetting his lips with your essence. Once he’s had his fill, you feel a soft vibration on your clit from the pink bullet vibrator in his hand.

“Fuck, Asmo!” You try to fuck yourself on him but he holds you with his free hand.

“Behave, doll. Or we’ll have to stop playing,” he warns as he moves his hand to spread your ass for him. You feel heat rush to your face as he spits on your hole and his tongue traces it after.

Your thighs tremble as the vibrations quicken, soaking your panties and your thighs. Pleasure courses through your body, his name heavy on your tongue as you fall head first into utter bliss.

Asmo watches you come undone, a proud smile on his lips as he speeds the vibrator up, matching his movements with his tongue just to watch you spasm.

When you fall face-first into his bed, he removes the toy and kisses your lower back.

“Ready to play again?” He asks with a smirk as you lie boneless on his sheets, nodding meekly.

Beel

Hunger always struck at the most inopportune times for Beel.

He spent hours at the gym lifting weights and trying to keep his mind off his hunger. He even took a scalding hot shower to make himself focus on anything other than the pangs of hunger in his stomach but not even the steaming bathroom could help him.

By the time he had arrived at HOL, it was silent. Everyone had gone to bed, and the only light on was the one in the kitchen where he stood.

“Hey, Beel,” your voice startled him as he looked up from the fridge. He was about to make himself a sandwich when you walked in.

“Hey,” he greets you, eyeing your skirt and thigh-high socks. “What are you doing up so late?”

“I just got home. Solomon wanted me to learn a new spell and then he tried to make me dinner.”

Beel grimaces with you. “Want me to make you something instead?”

You nod as you head for the cabinets to get your secret stash of chocolate chip and pecan cookies from the Human World.

You grab your stepladder, climbing to the top step while Beel watches in amusement. You could have just asked him for help but instead, you reach upward, your skirt rising as you lean forward to grab your secret cookie jar.

Beel notices the red panties you’re wearing, and his hunger turns into lust.

They’re the pair he gifted you just this morning. A lacy pair with an open crotch. His mouth waters at the sight of your cunt on display as you grab the jar of cookies and begin to climb down from the stepladder.

The moment the ceramic jar is on the counter, Beel is on you.

His large arms wrap around your waist as his broad chest presses to your back. His lips kiss your neck, pulling your shirt off to the side to expose your shoulder.

“You have no idea how delicious you look, Cupcake. I want to eat you whole,” he whispers as he presses his erection to the swell of your ass.

“Beel,” you curse as he grinds on you for a moment before his hands rip your shirt clear down the middle. The scraps fall to the floor uselessly and his shirt joins soon after.

“Come here,” he demands as he climbs onto the kitchen island and lies down before he helps you on top of him. “Uh-uh, the other way, Cupcake.”

Your cheeks are aflame when he positions you so that your ass sits on his face, your wet cunt dripping into his mouth as he tugs your skirt out of the way, tearing it off you when he gets desperate enough to taste you.

Beel’s large hands grip your thighs as he licks up your slit, savoring every drop of your arousal. His cock is thick and heavy in his gym shorts and your thighs tremble when you lean forward to palm it.

Beel hums in approval, making a fresh wave of arousal soak his pretty lips.

“Beel!” You moan as you grind on his face, smothering him and his sounds of pleasure. You want him. You need to have him in every way possible and his cock throbs in your hand as you tug his shorts down, unsurprised he’s gone commando.

You nearly drool at the sight of his hard cock as you mouth at it, licking the head before you tongue the slit. He’s a mouthful, drool leaking from the sides of your mouth as you take him a little further but just the head of his cock is enough to choke you.

You pull off him with a gasp, inhaling as much air as possible as tears stream down your cheeks. Beel chuckles as he continues to slurp up your wet juices, pussy so warm and creamy, and delicious. He’d eat you every hour of every day if you’d let him. You’re the only one who could dim his rabid hunger for a while.

Beel adores you. He can never have his fill and you’re always needy for him. Your hunger for him rivals his hunger for food, and it’s always so pleasurable to satisfy you.

You squirm on his face and he holds you still. Messy slurping sounds fill the kitchen as he sucks, licks, and teases your cunt. He could ruin you for everyone if he chose to, could make it so nobody else could satisfy the ever-building need to be stuffed and fucked full at all times.

Beel would be content just eating you out until you couldn’t take anymore. Until his tongue grew tired and your pussy couldn’t cream anymore. He’d feast on you, body and soul and you’d surrender to him willingly just to feel the pleasure that his talented tongue provided.

You take his cock back into your mouth, saliva coating his length as you take more of him and you inhale through your nose as you push further. Spit soaks Beel’s pelvis, dripping to his balls as you release him, coughing as you try to catch your breath before wrapping your hand around him to jerk him off while taking his balls in your mouth to suck those instead.

Beel rewards you with two fingers in your cunt. You clench around him as he sucks your clit and your hips rock back and forth on his face. He loves to see you dripping, soaking every bit of his face as your sweet moans go straight to his cock.

The lace of your panties is ruined. There’s no saving them but Beel doesn’t care. He tears them easily and slides his tongue into your hole, fucking you on it as you squeeze his head and choke out his name.

You cum hard. Beel moans your name as he’s rewarded for his efforts. He guzzles down every last bit. The noises he makes are obscene as he savors your taste on his tongue until you’re utterly spent.

“Really?” Belphie’s voice startles the both of you. “We eat off of there.”

You cover your face in embarrassment as Belphie walks out of the kitchen without another word but Beel doesn’t seem fazed.

With trembling legs, you climb off of Beel. “Let’s continue this in my room.”

You pick up his shirt and put it on before heading to the fridge for a bottle of whipped cream and a container of strawberries.

Beel’s mouth waters as he grabs the cookie jar and your torn clothing. He hopes nobody will notice the mess on the kitchen island in the morning. Beel will be too tired from tonight to wake up early to clean it.

Hopefully, Belphie will take care of it.

Belphie

It was no surprise that Belphie could fall asleep just about anywhere.

Sometimes he’d fall asleep in the hall, in front of his bedroom door, or outside Asmo’s bedroom with a full face of makeup as a reward for his carelessness.

Tonight, Belphie had snuck away into his attic. He had paid Mammon to take his turn making dinner so he could sleep all evening. He’d spent the day catching up on chores and laundry. He was too exhausted to complete another laborious task.

You were relieved when you finally found Belphie that night. You had snuck upstairs in your pajamas just to climb into bed with him. He was warmer than usual, so you stripped down to your panties and snuggled under the covers beside him and his pillow.

“Hmm,” he grumbled as he reached out to touch you. “Moon? What are you doing here?”

“I missed you at dinner. I was looking for you all day,” you whisper as he drapes his arm over your waist. He presses his nose to your shoulder, feeling the warmth of your skin before his fingers move down to grab your hip.

Sleepily, Belphie opens his eyes to see what you’re wearing. He had assumed you were naked like he was while he slept, so when his fingers brushed a silky bow, he was puzzled.

“What’s this?” He asked as he swallowed a yawn. He looks down to see the purple panties he gifted you over the weekend.

“Like them? I wanted to show them to you all day but you’re a hard demon to find,” you pout as you feel him play with the silk bow. His lips find your shoulder, kissing it.

“I am hard,” he chuckles as he nips your shoulder. His hand moves upward, cupping your breast.

He lifts your leg and places it over his. He slides his cock over your wet folds, moaning at how hot and soaked you are.

“Easy access,” he smirks as you turn your head to kiss him, tongues lacing together as he lines his dick at your entrance and pushes in.

“Fuck,” your eyes roll back as you take him. The familiar ache is a little painful but pleasurable. Belphie stretches you with his cock, making you take every delicious inch as stars explode behind your eyes.

“That’s it, Little Moon. Take my cock like the good whore you are,” he praises as he kisses your bare shoulder and then moves to suck his mark on your skin.

You moan, grinding your ass on him as best you can as he devours your body with his. You take each thrust with a sob of pleasure as you tighten around him, screaming his name when he rubs your clit just how you like it.

“Such a little slut,” Belphie coos. “I bet you paraded around the whole of the Devildom in a tiny skirt wearing these panties while you searched for me. Tell me, love, did you prance around for the House of Lamentation? For the lower demons around town? Or perhaps you decided a visit to the Demon Lord’s Castle was necessary?”

“Fuck, Belphie! I-I didn’t-”

Belphie hushes your protests with his lips. A toe-curling kiss that shushes you as he grabs your hips and positions you on your hands and knees. Your face is buried in the pillows, your hands held behind your back as Belphie watches you fuck yourself on his cock, creaming all over him.

“I heard Diavolo was having Simeon and Solomon over for dinner tonight. Did you join them? Perhaps they had you instead?” Belphie chuckles as he smacks your ass and watches as you cum all over his cock.

Belphie grins, he pushes you onto your side, your back to his chest as your rapid heartbeats settle again. He’s known for his small bouts of energy but soon lethargy settles into him again.

He’s slow with his thrusts and kisses. Slow when he pushes his cock as far as it’ll go just to hear his name roll off your tongue. He’s quiet when he cums, rope after rope filling you as you fuck yourself on him. Another orgasm rocks through you, your soft whimpers lulling Belphie back to sleep with his hard cock still nestled inside your warm cunt.

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apollo1three · 13 days

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Excuse me! it’s just me, this blog’s stalker because your works amazing. I kinda am in love with your demon’s nature series. I if I could request something. Could you possible do MC seeing the brothers do something that is “demonic”. Similar to what happens in the series. Thank you!!!!

Hello!! Haha, thank you -- we’re so glad you like our content! ;u;

And I’m glad that you enjoy the Demon’s Nature series! It’s been a lot of fun to write.

Sorry this took a bit! I wasn’t sure if you wanted this to be something with one of the brothers or all of them, so I ended up doing little short blurbs for each of the brothers and MC accidentally catching them doing something demonic/violent. Tried to keep them all pretty short, which was hard.

[Mod Cosmos]

MC accidentally catching the Demon Brothers being Demonic/Violent

content warning: blood/gore, body horror (especially in Beel’s), and general violence

Note: This is through the perspective of an MC that knows that the demons do their thing, but perhaps doesn't want to see it happening in front of them.

LUCIFER

You were supposed to go shopping together after meetings for the day were finished, and he had told you to just wait an additional thirty minutes so that he could finish up some business. Thirty minutes passed, but there was still no word from him, so you decide you’ll go and see what was holding that workaholic up. You soon realize that was a mistake.

You hear muffled cries, and a familiar deep voice. Cautiously, you approach the source of these sounds -- a room located off a dark corridor. You didn’t think there were any classrooms here, and your curiosity got the better of you -- so you approach the door, peeking through the crack. You recognize the intimidating silhouette and --- there’s blood. There was another figure in the room, their body limp on the ground in a puddle of red, the mighty first-born’s claws tearing through flesh. A loss of balance in your surprise results in you tumbling into the room, earning a sharp turn from Lucifer, whose crimson eyes were wide in surprise. His wings spread out to try and shield the unsavory scene from you.

“MC, you were supposed to wait for me.” His voice is stern, but there’s a gentleness to it. He sees the queasy look on your face, and decides he can put this torment to an end. With a swift motion, he fully blocks your line of sight before slitting the lesser demon’s throat. He then turns back to you, lightly embracing your body with black feathers. His voice is soft as he did not want to frighten you. “I’m sorry, you weren’t supposed to see that. Let’s get you home, shall we? I’ll make you some tea.”

MAMMON

It had just been a scratch. A low-level demon had taken a swipe at you in passing, but hadn’t been able to cut too deep. Mammon insisted he was just running off to get a bandaid after you insisted he didn’t need to go after the other demon. He said that he’d be right back--”I’m just gettin’ a bandage, I swear!”-- and told you not to move an inch. But this bandage quest was taking longer than it should have, so you go after him, pressing a loose cloth against your wound. And there he was, having cornered the offending demon. He seems to be staking the demon in the arm with a sharp metal object, speaking in a tongue you couldn’t understand.

You hadn’t even realized you had dropped the Majolish bag from your hand, not until it hit the ground with a thud and Mammon whipped around to see you there. A flash of guilt appears on his features, his eyes going between you and the lowly demon. He drops them, though he can’t resist one more swift kick to their chest before running back to you.

“I told ya I’d be right back!” He’s about to cup your face in his hands, but retracts them as he realizes they’re covered in blood. “Uh, okay, let’s go get that,” he motions to your injury, “...taken care of, yeah?” He mumbles a sorry as he picks up the bag you dropped before ushering you away from the scene, promising he’d do whatever he needed to do to make up for having to witness it.

LEVIATHAN

You’re browsing games at a shop, having tagged along with Leviathan who had been raving about a new release. At one point, however, Leviathan had vanished from your side. You now realize it’s been … quite some time, actually. You wander about the store, unable to find him anywhere. Did he step outside? You decide to check, missing the anxious glance from the clerk behind the counter.

You hear some sounds from the alley by the shop. Is that … someone choking? Worried, you round the corner to make sure whoever it was is okay -- only to see the one doing the strangling was Leviathan himself. He had his tail tightly wrapped around the other demon’s throat, and … what, what was that inky substance leaking from their eyes? Leviathan caught your shadow against the alley wall, turning to you with a slightly panicked look.

“M-MC!” His tail quickly slithered off and away from the demon’s throat, leaving them to collapse to the ground. He’s suddenly at your side, hands on your shoulders as he turns you around and makes you walk out of the alley with him, murmuring something about how the venom will take care of the rest. “S-sorry about that, MC. You look a little sick … let’s get that game and go home and play, okay?”

SATAN

You had been ambling through an aisle in the grand Royal Library, wondering what random book you should pick up next to flip through idly. Satan had wanted to spend a quiet day reading and studying together, to which you readily obliged. But it was easy to forget just how large the Royal Library was -- what floor were you on again? -- and you wonder if you should head back to where the two of you had set up. Then you suddenly hear a distant crash. It seemed to be coming from one of the meeting rooms at the back, and you couldn’t help but want to take a peek to see what had happened.

“Fuck you!” You knew that voice, and you knew that anger. There was a muffled yell, and what sounded like shattering glass. Then there’s a chilling, mocking laughter, and you can feel the goosebumps starting to cover your skin. You nervously approach the slightly ajar door, and there he is, his tail impaling another demon with its sharp ridges. Oh, there is fury burning in those eyes -- ones that shift to land on you, and that glowing fury is replaced with exasperation.

“MC!” Your name comes out as a hiss, but he quickly tosses the other demon, slamming them into the wall. “You…” He’s unsure what to say, his wrath calming at the sight of you, especially with that look on your face. “I … I’m sorry, I just had to take care of something. Please, let’s go. We can talk about this later.”

ASMODEUS

The music is loud, the drinks are pouring, and you’re having an absolutely wonderful night out clubbing with Asmodeus. You were returning from the bar with two drinks in hand for the both of you, thanking one of the security guards on your way for managing the crowd of fans that had now dispersed, only to find that Asmodeus was not to be found at your table. He had left a note-- “BRB! ♡”--with lipstick on a napkin. You waited, sipping your drink as you demon watched from your seat. Some time passes, and you realize you’ve finished your drink a bit more quickly than intended. There’s still no sign of him, so you might as well go get another.

On the way to the bar, however, you pass by what you assumed was the hall to the restrooms, and you hear a desperate “I’m sorry!” cutting through the heavy bass. Should you be concerned? Well, you decide to at least be nosy, so you slip into the hall to see what was going on -- and are met with the sight of Asmodeus holding a heart he had carved out of some poor demon’s chest. In your shock, your empty glass slips through your fingers and crashes to the floor, earning your demon’s attention.

“Oh, MC!” Despite his surprise to see you, he gives you a smile -- one that gives you chills as you see blood spattered on his face. “Ah, what a mess…” He lets the lesser demon slide to the floor, debating on what to do with the organ in hand, but hides it behind his back for now, coming over to place a quick kiss on your cheek. “Sorry about that, darling. I’m just going to go clean up, so wait for me at the table, ‘kay?”

BEELZEBUB

You had agreed to go with him to Madame Scream’s after finishing up classes for the day, but he was running late. He’s not picking up any calls, either, so you decide to go to where his last class would have been -- maybe they were just running way over, and he hadn’t realized the time? The hall is quiet, and you end up reaching an empty classroom. Walking back out, you decide to try calling him again. Ring, ring. After a moment, you realize you can hear Beelzebub’s ringtone in the distance, and you follow your ears to where his D.D.D. and ultimately he himself must be.

You weren’t prepared for what you saw next. A head of bright orange hair buried in a lesser demon’s abdomen, the sound of squelching and slurping from his feasting sounding so much more insidious than usual.

“Beel!” You can’t help but cry out his name in shock, which causes him to jolt upright -- with intestines still hanging from his mouth. Oh, you were going to be sick …

“MC … sorry, Lucifer always says I need to work on my table manners … “ He gulps down what was left hanging, but his eyes widen when it registers just who caught him in the act. “Oh, uh, guess that’s not the point, huh … “ He sheepishly wipes at his mouth with some torn cloth that you can only assume came from his victim, standing up and walking around to block your view of the mangled body. “I’ll clean this up, and then … well, we can do whatever you want to do. Sorry, MC …”

BELPHEGOR

You’re looking around for where Belphegor could possibly be napping. Beelzebub had to go to Fangol practice and asked that you make sure his twin got home, as he had seemed even more tired today than usual. He’s not in the Western Courtyard, so you head to the Southern Courtyard next. You think you remember him saying that was one of his favorite spots…

You perk up as you spot the ever-familiar cow patterned pillow, but you fail to see the demon that was usually attached to it. Peering around the area, worry starts to set in -- and then you hear a scream. It certainly didn’t belong to Belphegor, but the gears in your mind start turning and you run to where the scream came from. Of course, no one else was around here -- it wasn’t the busiest area on campus in the first place. Turning a corner, you see just what you feared -- Belphegor had his claws at another demon’s throat, his barbed tail wrapped around their body and squeezing them tight. You feel weak, the scenario a bit too close for comfort as you recall what he had done to you in the past.

“MC?” Belphegor turned to see you, his eyes wide. He must have sensed your presence at some point, or maybe your heart was pounding much louder than you realized. He drops the other demon, growling something you can’t make out to them, and then slowly approaches you. He sees you tense up, causing him to stop in his tracks. He averts his gaze, not wanting to meet your eyes as he tries to figure out what to say. “I just … had to deal with something. You … you can head on home first, if you want. I understand.”

#let demons be demons srsly

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Interview with a Demon

In magic, there exists a ritual for humans to try to summon angels. However, demons, being tricksters, sometimes appear instead, masquerading as angels and interfering with the humans' magic. Therefore, in the 17th century, Dr. Thomas Rudd devised a method of question-and-answer sessions meant to help one appropriately express humility and praise to an angel while helping the magician determine if the creature they have summoned truly is an angel or a demon. These are the demons' answers to those questions. (Spoiler: They don't serve their purpose all that well.)

LUCIFER

"In the name of all that is holy, who art thou?"

Oh, Lucifer decides he's going to have plenty of fun with this one.

He's been even more overworked than usual recently, what with cleaning up after his brothers' constant antics. This will be good to blow off some steam.

"I am the Archangel Michael. Who calls me?"

The human's wide-eyed look is hilarious as they stutter out their name and next question.

"Art thou come from the great and holy God? Art thou sent from Him?"

"Yes, I come from He who is so great and holy."

He's not really hiding the sarcasm there, but the human doesn't seem to notice.

"If you be truly in the name of the Father, the Great Michael descended, Mankind elect is to be saved!"

Lucifer grins and puts on his best Michael impression.

"Yes, follow me and thou shalt be saved."

Under his breath, "...From having a life."

The angels under Michael never get a damn break.

The human doesn't catch that part though, and continues on unaware.

"O brilliant one, welcome be the Messengers of Divine Mercy! Wouldst thou share thine wisdom of Enochian magic upon this humble servant of the Lord?"

Share his magical wisdom indeed.

Lucifer proceeds to outline elaborate demonic spells and rituals under the guise of describing angel magic.

"Do this and thou shalt be kept safe from harm, under the Father's watchful eye."

"Thank you, o Prince of the Heavens!"

Before the human can actually ask him to perform any of the magic, Lucifer excuses himself away.

Michael's a busy angel, after all -- and Lucifer is a busy demon.

As he leaves, he chuckles to himself.

They really fell for that? Humans are truly...fucking stupid.

MAMMON

"In the name of all that is holy, what is thy nameth? Either as it is notiﬁed among the blessed Angels or called by mortal man."

Out of habit, the words start out of his mouth before he's even realized--

"I am the Great Mamm--"

Fortunately, he catches himself just in time before he finishes his name and quickly subs in the name of one of his old angel buddies

"Mumiah! The Great Mumiah, yeah!"

The human seems a bit wary, but continues for now.

"Art thou sent from God with good tidings or message? Has't thee cometh with a message from the Lord?"

The Avatar of Greed can always sense an opportunity.

"A message from the Father, eh? Well, you can't be expecting something like that for free, now can ya?"

"Y-yes, of course! Please, I giveth thee these blessed fruits from mine own garden, in gratitude for thy divine missive from the Lord! In name and honour of the Great Mumiah!"

Mammon finds it pretty funny actually how they scramble to gather him some nice gifts.

Unlike those witches who just keep demanding things from him

He happily scoops up the whole haul and starts to leave.

"Wait! What is thy message from the Lord?!"

"Uh..."

He pauses a bit too long. The human realizes what's happening and quickly grows incensed.

"Foul beast! You are no angel, but a wicked demon!"

Mammon gives them a grin and a wave goodbye.

"That's the Great Mammon, to you!"

Aaaaand he's running out of there, arm full of fruits.

He is the fastest demon in the Devildom after all.

Okay, maybe he should just teleport at this point ... but running's faster.

LEVIATHAN

"In the name of all that is holy, what is thy name among the blessed Angels or mortal man?"

Leviathan takes this as a great opportunity to roleplay as one of his favorite fictional angel characters.

"Thee shalt calleth me by the nameth Sealiah!"

"Art thou come from the Lord above in Heaven?"

"Aye I cometh to thee from heaven above, the divine angel of motivation!"

He strikes what he thinks is a really cool pose that the character would have.

And, you know what, the human is pretty awe-struck by this apparently heavenly figure taking such a grand stance.

"O, if you be in service to God, praise Him, and glory to you, His angel, you mighty one who obey His word!"

"Glory to the angels! I bringeth mine own might and power to aid thee, humble servant of the Lord!"

Levi stops short of actually praising God himself, given....you know.

Won't be a good look if he starts burning from prayer and whatnot in the middle of all this.

"If you be in the name of the Lord, mercies of God in the merits of our savior, aid me such that Mankind is to be saved!"

At this point, Leviathan realizes he's in too deep and will have to play along with the human's magic.

But it's not like these humans really know the difference between angel or demon magic...

He decides to just choose some random other spells to do and throws in some totally unnecessary elaborate arm movements for dramatic effect.

The human might figure it out a few weeks later when all the plants around their home start dying because one of the spells turned the water for them into salty ocean water.

SATAN

"In the name of the Lord, what is thy name?"

Satan looks around to see three humans in the room.

What was this, some group summoning exercise?

Uhhh, what name could he give them --

"I am Uriel, angel of wisdom."

Phew, they look more impressed than doubtful.

"Art thou come from Heaven? Dost thou serve the Lord?"

His eyebrow twitches at the reminder that he's the only brother who technically isn't.

"Yes, I come from a world apart from this one, with a Great and Powerful Lord."

:)))

"Welcome be the light of the highest, and welcome be the Messengers of Divine Grace and Mercy!"

Divine Grace and Mercy? Satan has to stop himself from grinning.

He notices their set of Enochian chessboards, a popular divination tool amongst certain occult circles.

Oh, he's always down for a game of chess, especially one so complex and intellectual.

It needs four people to play, and there are three of them...

"Welcome be those who seek the truth. Do you seek to divine answers?"

He motions to the chessboards, and the three humans seem even more excited now.

"Oh, blessed be the Wise Angel! Yes, we seek your assistance!"

Of course, Satan isn't really all that interested in helping them find answers to whatever question they have.

He plays to win.

One ruthless victory later, one of the humans is wailing with despair at the outcome of the match.

He just waves goodbye with a satisfied smile and leaves.

ASMODEUS

"O heavenly spirit, name thyself, that I may praise your divinity!"

Oh, what fun could he have with this human today?

"Hello there, darling! You may call me Vasariah."

He's not thrilled at having to use a fake name, since he wants people to admire him, not some random angel! But so it goes.

The human seems a bit caught off-guard with being called darling, but continues.

"If you be sent from God above, dost thou cometh with good tidings of Grace and Love?"

"Why yes, I cometh with many, many tidings of Love."

Well, some kind of love, anyway...and some kind of coming.

"Welcome be you lovely creature of holiness and miracles! Welcome be your blessed vision!"

Asmodeus is soaking up this praise.

"Why yes, for I am an exquisite creation of the Father! I have to honor the beauty He gave me."

Well, it's not as if Asmodeus was lying! He used to be the Jewel of the Heavens, after all.

Still, the human seems a bit suspicious at this self-praise.

"If thou art a creature of Light, allow me to see your fair and golden beauty."

The human holds up some kind of scrying crystal, examining him through the refracting light.

Asmo, with his champagne-colored hair and perfect skin, just waves.

"Yeeeees?"

The human seems satisfied enough at that.

"Beautiful angel Vasariah, praise thee! Wouldst thou aid me to cast away hence foul and hideous demons from mine home?"

Hideous? Was this human really calling demons ugly? Oooh, how dare they!

"Excuse me? Hideous demons? Do I look hideous to you?!"

Oops, there goes his cover. The human looks startled.

Well, no reason to hold back now, in that case!

"Why don't you look into my eyes and see if you can still call me foul and hideous, hm?"

Asmo leans in and the human makes the mistake of making eye-contact.

Why not charm the human into being a demon-worshipping magician instead?

Angels aren't supposed to use their powers for non-celestial business anyway. Demons are a much better fit.

Charming complete, Asmodeus makes his exit, releasing another heathen into the world.

BEELZEBUB

"In the name of the Holy Spirit, who art thou?"

Even Beelzebub likes messing with humans sometimes -- especially when the human has an offering prepared.

"I am called Vehujal."

He eyes the overflowing basket of fruit in front of him hungrily but holds back from commenting on it for now.

"Praise the Lord in His kingdom for the great deeds He hast done! Art thou a mighty servant of God?"

Well, he used to be. One of the mightiest!

"Yes, I guard the most brilliant of the angels."

He was referring to Lucifer, of course -- but the human doesn't know that.

"Welcome be the Bringers of Divine Grace and Mercy! Art thou sent from God with good tidings or message?"

Beel tries to think back to his angel days. What kind of angelic messages did they say back then?

"The Father reminds you to replace negative emotions by positive emotions such as joy, hope, and optimism. If you act with this positive mindset, Good Fortune will be yours."

At least he thinks it went something like that...

In any case, it seems to delight the human, so good enough.

"O! Great and wondrous angel! Wouldst thou bless me with knowledge of the ways of Enochian healing magic?"

Beelzebub is getting rather impatient at this point. Just how many things is this human going to ask before they hand over the offering basket to him?!

His stomach rumbles loudly. Uh oh.

However, the human doesn't realize it's his stomach -- instead, he thinks it's some mystical angel vocalization. How fascinating!

Is this part of Enochian healing magic? The human tries to replicate the noise.

Beelzebub just stares at them. What ... what are they doing?

Okay, he's just going to take the fruit now. He's too hungry not to.

The human doesn't even notice because they're trying too hard to replicate that incredible sound.

Beelzebub just peaces out with the entire basket. Mission accomplished.

BELPHEGOR

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"O blessed spirit of Grace, name thyself, either as it is notiﬁed among the blessed Angels or called by mortal man, so that I may praise your Glory!"

Belphegor has to keep himself from scoffing.

What else can he expect from a stupid human?

At least he can remember plenty of the angels from their time in the Celestial Realm.

"I am the angel Haiyael."

"Praise to the Messengers of Mercy and Light! O grateful are we for the great blessings ye have delivered upon Mankind! Art thou come from the Lord?"

Ugh, of course they're groveling, thinking he's an angel.

It makes him want to throw up.

And of course these selfish humans only care about what an angel can do for Mankind, as if angels exist for their sake.

"Yes, of mercy and light."

"If you be in the name of the Lord, mercies of God in the merits of our savior, art thou sent from the glorious Heaven above?"

Well, demons are greater beings than humans, so he's certainly above them in some way.

Then again, anything is above a stupid human.

"Glorious is Heaven indeed, and we above you."

It was hard to hide his mocking tone, but then again, humans are gullible.

"Great are the Warriors of the Lord! Praise be those who fend off Darkness from man! Wouldst thou join me in celebration that all the fallen have been justly condemned?"

Lilith's face as she was struck by the arrow of one of those angels flashes through his mind.

Justly condemned?

Oh, he'll show this pathetic human just condemnation.

"Celebrate? Why yes, I would like to celebrate."

Not for what the human said, but for what he's about to do to them.

In an instant, he's revealed his demon form and lunges at the human's throat.

The human can barely let out a scream before Belphie's tail is wrapped around their throat, claws reaching into their open mouth and cutting out their tongue.

He continues to choke them, blood gurgling as they succumb to death.

He drops the now dead human with a sneer. Pathetic.

DIAVOLO

Now, the Demon Prince was actually just conducting some business in the human world, under a guise of course.

He finds himself walking past a large window and notices a human magician inside, seemingly trying to do some kind of summoning.

Oh? He's curious. Perhaps he'll pop in and see if he can have a chat with this magician!

The human just finished their invocation spell when Diavolo appears next to the circle, and the human nearly stumbles at the sight of him.

The human is a bit confused, as they expected any angel to have shown up within the summoning circle they had set up, but proceeds with some questions as per usual for such a ritual.

"In the name of the Lord, who art thou? Art thou a Messenger of Peace?"

What a welcoming human!

A big smile spreads across Diavolo's face.

This might be a good chance for some diplomatic conversation with a human magician, something he doesn't get to do often.

"Why, I am a Messenger of Peace, yes! I wish to establish peace and collaboration between us!"

"Glory to those above! Art thou sent with good tidings for Mankind?"

Oh, this human seems to really get it! Yes, exactly!

"Yes indeed, I come with goodwill towards Mankind!"

He laughs heartily, delighted that the human doesn't seem to be approaching the conversation with any hostility.

If this human can be this welcoming to a demon, his dreams of peace and collaboration between the realms may be well within reach after all.

"O, welcome be those of the highest! In the name of God, praise upon those who spread the merits of Truth!"

The more he hears, the more excited he is by how much this human seems to understand him.

"Why, Truth is valuable indeed, for nothing shall come of deceit."

With Diavolo's ability to tell when people are telling the truth, and his own personal policy of never lying, truth and honesty are certainly some of the things he values most.

"If you be in pursuit of Truth and Justice, Mankind elect is to be saved!"

Diavolo is mildly concerned at this mention of being "saved" -- he's heard of how humans are always seeking salvation, but what are they trying to be saved from?

But, at this moment, he sees Barbatos giving him a stern look through the window behind the human.

The duties of a prince are endless, and he supposes he's spent a bit too long on this little detour of curiosity.

"Ah, it seems I must leave you now and return to other matters, but on behalf of the Devildom, I thank you for speaking with me today."

He disappears out, leaving the human quite shocked.

BARBATOS

"In the name of the Holy Spirit, who art thou? Either as you are notiﬁed among the blessed Angels or called by mortal man."

Barbatos is a busy demon, and sometimes with all the stresses of his day-to-day, he just needs a break to relax.

And messing with human magicians like Solomon is quite the enjoyable pastime.

He smiles one of his trademark smiles.

"I am called Cahetal, servant to Metatron."

"By the Grace of the Heavens, dost thou serve the Lord and the Glory of his Light?"

Well, he does serve the Lord ... of the Devildom.

The only Lord that matters anyway.

"Yes, I serve the Lord and his Great Plan, for his intentions are the most ideal path for all beings in existence."

The human seems very happy with this answer.

And he didn't even have to lie!

"Praise thee and thy Light! If you be in the name of mercies of God, in the merits of Justice, art thou sent from Him with good tidings or message?"

Barbatos' smile widens.

"Yes, I do come with a message for thee."

The human perks up, wondering what great knowledge they will be gifted with!

"For the angels have warned Mankind previously of using Enochian magic, of trying to use celestial energy for your own purposes. As you have still called me, God has forsaken thee."

Oh, that panic-stricken look on the human's face is priceless.

Just what he needs for shaking off some stress!

Barbatos is almost beaming from the joy this is bringing him.

"M-mercy! Dear servant of the Heavens, have mercy upon my soul! I beg of you, condemn me not, for I meant no Wickedness by my actions!"

Barbatos, ever the sadist, pushes the human further.

"Yet you have defied the word of the Angels all the same, have you not?"

If the human were able to look past their fear, they'd notice the quite devilish grin splitting across the demon's face.

Alas, humans are quite simple creatures, and this one's vision is too blurred from frantic tears to notice it.

Time for the cherry on top.

"We shall see you again when judgment time comes."

And with that ominous message, he vanishes.

BONUS: SIMEON

"In the name of all that is holy, who art thou?"

Where in the world is he? Did he just get summoned? By a human?

He had heard humans had been dabbling in angel magic more these days.

Well, might as well go along with this for now. He couldn't help but be curious.

"I am the angel known as Simeon."

"Glorious be the Angels indeed! Art thou a servant of the Light? Art thou sent from the Lord?"

"Yes, I serve the Father above."

Didn't he just tell them he's an angel...? They even mentioned angels!

Why are they still asking??

"O, by the Holy Spirit, may the Light of the Heavens shine upon us and bring Salvation for Mankind! If you be in service to God, praise Him, and glory to you, His angel, Messenger of Divine Grace and Mercy!"

This human is being really ... quite over the top with all this praise, it seems.

Simeon isn't quite sure why they're being so excessive about it, and honestly it's a bit uncomfortable.

Still, the human is looking at him so expectantly, he has to answer.

"Yes, all glory to the Father above. I am but His devout servant, carrying forth His divine will."

He grimaces on the inside a bit.

Plus Michael's going to have his hide for taking so long on this errand now that he's been interrupted.

"Great are the Warriors of the Lord! Praise be those who fend off Darkness from man, that all the fallen have been justly condemned!"

Simeon feels a pang of sadness at this, though he doesn't show it.

He used to be so close with Lucifer, like brothers, when they were seraphs together.

But those days are gone, and as an angel still, he cannot speak against what happened.

"Yes, all the fallen have been condemned, and will be forever disgraced for their crimes."

Can he leave now..?

He's just going to leave now.

"Excuse me, but I must return to my duties now. May your days be full of Light."

Before the human can stop him, he gets out of there.

What a strange experience.

#world-building goes hard in this one

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Mammon x f!reader

syn: one orgasm is never enough for mammon , he’s greedy for it. well, he’s the avatar of greed after all. he lives up to the name of course, proudly so. ── cw: nsfw (mdni), smut, unprotected sex, creampie, implied multiple orgasms (f & m), overstimulation, pet names (sweetheart, treasure, darling), not proofread.

“ma—ah fuck..! m-mammon, can’t—ngh!” “aah shit..! just one more f’me, my sweetheart.” mammon let out a heated gasp, his rosy lips parted before burying his face in the junction of your neck—soft breaths ghosting over the sensitive skin of your sweaty neck. your vision was met with his snowy strands that your fingers dug into, occasionally tugging at the roots, earning groans from mammon as he ploughs into your cunt.

‘just one more’ you knew that was nothing but a blatant lie, especially coming from the greediest demon himself—it was never just one more when it came to sex, sometimes mammon would go to the extent where both of you were as overstimulated as you could get; silent screams as pleasure took over your bodies, the coil deep in your stomach snapping oh so deliciously that it’s almost painful, and his balls emptying the last bit of load he has after all the rounds.

your head spun, the corners of your teary vision slowly filled with dark spots that disappeared as quickly as they formed. you’ve already came twice around his cock, and you’ve lost count of how many times mammon brought you to your orgasm with his tongue and fingers, so your body was already sensitive to any kind of touch. you could feel your legs trembling as mammon pushed and pulled his hard cock over and over again, the way your walls clamped around his shaft, allowing you to feel every ridge of it. it was sticky, damp, and stuffy. the mixture of your’s and his cum dripped out of your sopping cunt and down to the mattress, creating loud, wet noises that bounced around the walls of his room. mammon’s heavy balls slapped against your sweaty skin, making a sticky mess down where the two of you connected.

his king-sized bed squeaked with each desperate thrust of his hips, the headboard repeatedly hitting the wall as if it was locked in a rhythmic curse. thud. thud. thud. mammon was sure his brothers could hear the deafening thuds of his headboard but he couldn’t care less. another strained groaned left his throat as you scratched your nails down his bare muscled back, your hands running through an evident bump on it—his wings were starting to come out. his horns were also becoming visible, the ebony spirals emerging from his snowy hair.

mammon growled as he felt himself shift into his demon form from the immense pleasure that washed over his whole body. he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, causing pleasurable pain to shoot up to your neck as his canines grew in size. “aah.. mammon..!” “haah! t-that’s it, my treasure.. moan for me.” mammon lifted his head from your neck, an evident deep crimson blush spread on his cheeks as he met your gaze—his pupils were blown with lust, eyes also teary from the never-ending pleasure. fuck, you could stare at his eyes all day; the way his blue irises faded into a golden yellow at the bottom, like the ocean meeting the citrine sky as the sun dips below the horizon.

before you could close your eyes shut from the way mammon’s blunt tip was repeatedly hitting your cervix, you noticed a faint flapping sound over the ringing of your ears—something slicing through the damp atmosphere of the room and blowing hot air. it didn’t take you long to notice the full-grown pair of wings on his back, flapping with every eager thrust of his hips—it’s bat-like structure proudly stretching out to reveal it’s entire length.

the white markings across his tanned torso were now evident too, mammon was in his full demon form. it was always like this with him whenever he reached overstimulation, the immense pleasure his body held was too much that it often resorted to him unintentionally transforming. his wings moved in synched with his hard thrusts, allowing him to pound harder and reach deeper into you. mammon threw his head back, a heated gasp leaving his lips as he felt your walls tighten around him. a small, desperate cry of your name hung in the thick air before he buried his face near your ear once again.

mammon let out shallow pants, incoherent sentences going straight to your left ear; he managed to stutter out a praise, his voice shaky, and breathless from all the fucking he’s doing. the sweet praise went straight to your cunt, and that was all it took for you reach yet another orgasm.

this time it was significantly more intense than the previous ones mammon had given you. your whole body trembled as the coil in the pit of your stomach snapped for the nth time that night, face contorting in raw bliss as your lips parted in a silent scream. mammon didn’t even have to look at your face to know what you looked like as you came, he’s got in engrained in his mind—the way your pretty eyes roll to the back of your head, swollen lips parted, brows tightly knitted together, and tears rolling down your warm cheeks.

the thought of your erotic expression brought mammon to another climax shortly after you. his muscles turned taut, wings stilling in a stretch as he sheathed his cock deep inside you before cumming. he moaned into your sweaty skin, a string of curses leaving his throat as waves of pleasure fully consumed him. the two of you fell into a unison, filling the room with nothing but lewd sounds as your bodies jolted from the after shocks of a mind blowing orgasm. mammon held you tight—his bare chest flush against your own—to keep himself grounded from the immense pleasure.

you didn’t know how he was still able to cum inside you with such volume, given how many times he’s orgasmed already—mammon filled your cunt to the brim, swearing under his breath as a squelching noise came from your cunt, his seed seeping out and dripping down to his balls and the mattress. he gave a few shallow thrusts to ride out both your orgasms before pulling out, a whine coming from you and mammon at the loss of contact—he watched as your hole dripped with his and your cum, biting down at his bottom lip. how filthy.

“i’m far from being done with you..” mammon breathlessly laughed as he saw your eyes fluttering shut. you opened your lids to see that he’s made his way down to the apex of your legs, where all the mess was. “mhm, i’m going to suck this out of you.” he gave an experimental lick at your sensitive cunt, causing you to instinctively attempt to close your legs. mammon held your legs apart and gave you a smirk before diving in—your hands flew to his spiralled horns, gripping them for your dear life as he shoved his tongue inside you.

“just can’t get enough of you, my darlin’..” mammon whispered against your skin. “mhm—aah! y’so greedy, m-mammon.” you moaned. he couldn’t help but snicker at your response, a sense of pride swelling in his chest at the choice of your words.

“now, i’d be worried if i wasn’t.”

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Satan x f!reader

Anon prompt (me!): innocently sucking on Satan's cock like it's your favourite lollipop while he's reading, one hand on his book and the other on stroking your head. "That's my good girl," he says, looking over at your little kitten licks (you can't fit him into your mouth) against the pulsing head before going back to reading. Out of nowhere, after a while, spurts of cum erupt, all the while you clean it all up with a smile on your face.

It is without a doubt that Satan’s favourite pastime is to have his nose stuck in a novel while he gets lost in between pages—the wonders of each inked word on the paper has the fourth born’s undivided attention but Satan enjoys his favourite pastime even more when you’re in between his legs, cock pulled from his pants, and your pillowy lips circling around it—hand pumping the rest of the shaft that couldn’t fit in your mouth. A pang of jealousy blossoms in your chest as your eyes scan his face only to see his emerald ones fixated on the pages before him—moving left to right, left to right, paragraph by paragraph, sentence by sentence. There was no hint of pleasure written on his handsome features; not even a bite of his bottom lip but an evident scarlet blush tinged his cheeks.

You grabbed his attention by moaning around the head of his cock, sending pleasurable vibrations down to his core. Tongue darting out to give kitten licks on his blunt angry tip, and teasing the sensitive slit that oozed with pre-cum. Excitement coursed through your veins as you watched Satan grip the novel in his hand a little tighter—a soft purr leaving your lips as the fourth-born’s free hand languidly strokes your head. You close your eyes as his emerald-painted nails weave through your locks and gently scrape your scalp; his name coming out in a whimper before taking his cock back in your mouth. “Mmm. . That’s my good girl.” Satan moves the novel from his face to hold your lustful gaze, pupils blown with carnal hunger. He tugs on your hair a bit to angle your face up to him before giving you a smug smile—thumb tracing your bottom lip and stroking your bulged cheek. Satan leaves his free hand tangled in your hair before going back to reading the novel before him but this time, he bites his lip, his chest heaves up and down, little grunts rumble from the back of his throat as you suck on his cock with such eagerness. Tongue desperately swirling around the tip, tracing a pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft.

The lewd sounds your mouth makes bounces from wall to wall, mixed with Satan’s soft grunts. The demon before you squirms in his seat, feeling like the velvet couch is about to swallow him whole as waves of pleasure washes over his taut body. Satan lets out a strained grunt, the hand in your hair tugging on your strands as he cums—thick white ribbons of his cum paint your mouth and throat. You moan around his cock as you feel his hot release, one hand trailing down to massage his balls. Satan drops the novel somewhere on the ground—he can pick that up later—to focus on you, one hand gripping the arm rest while the other gently scratches the back of your head and down to your nape as you eagerly swallow down his cum. A loud pop echoes throughout the room when you release his cock, a smile painted on your lips. He mutters a curse under his breath, mind spinning as he sees his cum dribble on the corner of your mouth so Satan does the next best thing: using his thumb to wipe the cum from your face and stick it past your lips. You look up at him with stars in your eyes, tongue keenly lapping up the digit. “So good for me.” He groans before pulling you on his lap, sealing the distance between your faces with a passionate kiss.

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Lucifer x f!reader

Anon prompt: Lucifer's big demon cock leaving an outline every time he thrusts into your poor, abused and weeping human pussy. A little part of him can't help but revel the fact that he's ruined you for any other cock, let alone that of a human.

Lucifer wants to close his eyes shut and relish the way your warm cunt feels around his bare cock; how it’s eagerly sucking him back in for more, more, more; how it’s making such lewd wet sounds every time his hips desperately buck into yours but Lucifer can’t. Lucifer can’t close them because his deep scarlet eyes are fixated on the visible outline on your stomach—the outline of his cock; appearing and disappearing every time he thrusts in and out. The size of it makes Lucifer’s head spin. You’re taking him so well.

Oh if you could only feel the sensation of pride swelling in his chest, the feeling of pure satisfaction blossoming between his ribcage but you don’t need to feel it because Lucifer is staring at your body like it held the stars—his crimson irises held nothing but carnal hunger. Lust. The corners of his lips were curled upwards while he moaned in pure bliss, rough pants in the shape of your name hung in the thick air. “Devilishly beautiful. . Oh, look at you all stretched out because of my cock.” Lucifer gently presses a palm against the imprint of his cock on your stomach which pulls a drawled out moan from you, hands immediately flying around his wrist to grip it.

“You take me so well. . Ruined you so good that no other cock would fill you up like this, hm? I bet no human would be able to.” “Mmm, that’s right because you’re all for me and myself only.” Lucifer’s voice is deep but laced with obvious amusement that it almost sounds scary—the way his voice shakes with pure delight like a madman; so drunk with the view before him, intoxicated by your body. He’s enjoying himself. You can’t even form a coherent sentence from how the tip of his cock kisses your cervix oh so deliciously. The sight before the prideful demon gets him going—he’s the only one who can make you feel like this.

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Satan x f!reader

─ prompt: satan, who whispers romantic love poems directly into your ear with his cock sheathed inside you, deep velvety voice sending shivers down your spine. it would be wholesome, really, if it wasn’t for the sound of loud skin slapping shamelessly bouncing off the walls; if it wasn’t for the tip of his cock angled just right, prodding at your sweet spot that makes you feel at one with the stars.

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height.” satan would confess to you with such tenderness, voice a little shaky but nonetheless, a dulcet tone—a daring contrast from the way his hips desperately rut into your own, driven with absolute carnal hunger as his mind spins from how tight your cunt feels against his bare cock.

you don’t know how satan does it, how his mind is as clear as the ebony skies while yours is beclouded with nothing but lust—the sole doing of the demon above you with lust-filled determination in his emerald eyes. and when you both reach your impending orgasm, oh, he has just the right words for you while you writhe beneath him, shocks of saccharine pleasure electrifying your whole body,

“. . . And say with a fervor born of the South that your body and soul are mine. Clasp me close in your warm young arms, while the pale stars shine above, and we’ll live our whole young lives away in the joys of a living love.” you hear every single purred word that slips past his sinful lips but all you can muster is a broken moan of his name as your eyes roll back in pure bliss. you’ve both never been to heaven but satan knows just how to get you there without having to leave the devildom.

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Lucifer x f!reader

Prompt: Brat tamer Luci!!!! <33333333 Hehehehehe <3333 Luci keeps making you cum over and over again and you try to crawl away as you're in tears and he instantly pulls you back by your ankles and tuts. "No, no, brats don't get any mercy. Now stay where you are and take it." :)

Your bare front flush against the soft mattress; nails digging into the fine fabrics of Lucifer’s sheets; mouth agape while a string of moans in the shape of the prideful demon’s name slip past your lips; shocks of pleasure electrifying every inch of your sensitive body as Lucifer’s hips plough into you without a hint of remorse. You don’t know how many times you came around his cock, essence dripping down your inner thighs and onto the soft mattress beneath, just like the tears coating your heated cheeks. The deafening sound of skin slapping and wet squelches hung in the thick air of Lucifer’s room—punishment. That’s right, you were being punished for your misbehaviour earlier, and he wasn’t going easy on you.

Broken pleas leave your quivering lips, to your dismay it just gets Lucifer going, the way your breathless voice turns into a sweet melody, chanting his name to stop—desperate hands reaching back to grab his hips only to be swatted away. You only had one option. A laugh rumbles from Lucifer’s chest as he watches your naked trembling body attempt to move away from him, arms shaky as you drag yourself along the expanse of his bed. He found you amusing. A warm palm encases your right ankle, and in one swift tug, you’re back to where you started. Lucifer tuts as he hears you whine; the demon presses his bare chest against your naked back, lips dangerously close to your right ear, “You dare try to escape your punishment, brat? There’s no mercy for you. . .”

A shiver runs up your spine, his icy tone making your head spin. You didn’t notice the way Lucifer hauled you up, flush against his chest so that you were now on your knees—one hand playing with your clit, and the other encased around a breast. “. . . Now, this will make you stay here and take it all.” Lucifer nibbled on your lobe, kissing down the side of your neck before inserting his cock inside you. You were completely trapped with his arms securely wrapped around your body, and like he said, your only option is to take it all.

Lucifer hopes you’re in for a long night—well, that doesn’t really matter because he’s going to give it to you over and over again until the only word you know is his name, until his cock his soaked in your cum, until the Sun rises again in the Devildom.

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Diavolo x f!reader

── one of diavolo’s favourite position includes showing his unmatched strength—he’s standing, feet planted on the ground as he carries your whole body while fucking you on his thick cock. diavolo’s hands are flush against the bare skin of your waist, your legs hooked over his forearms, allowing for a deeper penetration that has you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. there’s nothing you can really do apart from digging your nails into his bare shoulders, and crying out his name in pleasure. diavolo loves everything about this position, from the way tears roll down your cheeks, to the way your breasts move with every bounce he gives you. but diavolo’s most favourite thing would be the intimacy during your orgasm—scrambling to wrap your arms around his neck, nails scratching at the expanse of his toned back, and breathy moans ghosting dangerously close to his ear as if trying to keep yourself grounded while your orgasm hits you immensely. diavolo absolutely adores that you require to be as close to his naked body as possible whenever you cum—he makes your climax a little more intimate by topping it off with saccharine praises whispered into your neck while he sucks the supple skin deep crimson and purple.

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Solomon x reader

── solomon loves staining your pact marks with hickies. hues of dark red and purple peppered all over your body where each mark resides. solomon makes sure to give the one over your heart—lucifer’s—a little more attention, more bites, more licks, as if doing so would somehow cause it to disappear and never be seen again. you don’t miss the way solomon’s lips stretch into a taunting smile as his hazel eyes gaze over your body, each sigil stained and wet from his mouth, mocking the seven demons that he’s the only one that belongs to you. no one else.

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Satan x reader

─ satan loves to pepper your palms and wrists with chaste kisses, guiding your hands to cup his cheeks while he admires you—sparkling emeralds holding your gaze. without a doubt he’s chivalrous and polite with how he carries himself around you but he’s also calculated and self-restrained. but oh does restraint consume a lot of willpower; you don’t miss the intent behind each gentle kiss he places against your soft skin, the carnal desire behind it. you don’t miss the way his emerald irises glimmer with a hint of lust. the innocent facade fades once the door to his room is tightly shut and he’s all alone, the righteous mask falls and satan feels almost guilty. almost, because the way he’s touching himself to the mere thought of you is just too intoxicating. blissful. the way his hand pleasures himself, imagining it as your own. he’s not innocent, he wants to ruin you. take you until you’re begging him for mercy, chanting his name like a sinful prayer that mocks the very realm that banished his brothers. take you until the only thing you see are endless pools of emeralds that pull you deeper into bliss. take you until you’re both nothing but moans and whimpers, becoming one as pleasure engulfs your bodies.

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Lucifer x reader

Prompt: good morning!! <3 Thinking about Luci's voice today!! Imagine his deep voice as he's on top of you, pressing soft, warm kisses along your neck, and he's taking his time going soooo slowly, teasing you with the promise of more as his teeth just barely graze along your skin, and you can't help but feel so needy so you beg for more. Of course Lucifer lets out a chuckle at this, his deep voice reverberates against your ear, and he sucks a nice little mark right below your ear. "Mmm, you want more, do you?" He'll say with a smirk, and you can practically hear it within his voice >:I but you nod, and he pulls away from your neck to make eye contact with you and he tilts your chin up, and slowly he leans closer. "If you want more, darling, then I want you to beg." and his voice is so deep and sultry it sends shivers down your spine faarajfhskfhskccb idk a man telling me to beg makes me all giddy hehehehe

no bc i just know he’d try and get you at your limit with all the begging. lucifer would be such a lil shit and go like, “hmm? i can’t hear you..” even though he’s literally centimetres from you. he’d make you beg for him until pride swells in his chest and he feels satisfied with it. but oh lucifer doesn’t disappoint when he finally gives himself to you :>

he’s going to make sure to place his lips just right by your ear as he fucks you all night long to make sure you know who’s dicking you down that good. lucifer never shies away from praises, never. strings of saccharine praises spill from his parted lips, whispered hotly to your ears, causing goosebumps. the best part about it is that lucifer doesn’t stop praising you, even when he’s close to his orgasm. you can hear everything, the little grunts, whines, and pants laced into his praises and it’s the hottest thing ever, “ngh—ah..! you’re taking me so well—fuck..!” just hearing his calm voice turn into a quivering, panting mess makes your eyes roll to the back of your head—especially since its such a rare occurrence hearing him that fucked out.

oh, and when lucifer cums, he starts growling but its not that kind of growl he does when he’s angry, its more of a desperate one—one that’s full of passion and very heated. and fuck, it’s enough to bring you to your own orgasm <3

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Lucifer x reader

prompt: okay OKAY imagine cockwarming lucifer while he gets his work done but it’s his way of punishing you for being so needy and distracting him from the report he’s doing. the thing is, halfway through it, luci starts to deeply regret letting you cockwarm him because he feels like its more of punishing himself with how tight your walls feel around him—he so shameful bc you’re not even clenching or anything, just sitting there and taking your punishment like a good girl. eventually, you notice the way his breathing starts to get uneven, coming out more ragged and harsh; you also start noticing how lucifer ever so slightly ‘adjusts’ himself in his seat but its really just a pathetic excuse of trying to chase some kind of friction because you’re making his head spin. being the prideful individual he is, lucifer doesn’t want to admit how much he wants you fuck you right now because it means that he’s the needy one now BUT the way his fingers tighten around the pen he’s holding blows his cover, nonetheless. SORRY ITS KINDA LONG

bizarrebankai-deactivated202309 answered:

Like !!! This usually doesn't happen !!! But you just look so good and you just feel so good wrapped around him that he can't help himself :(( you look so sweet with your head resting on his shoulder, and your skirt hiked up so he can see himself sheathed inside of you :(( and you just feel sooo soft and warm that he cannot help but feel sooo good inside of you :(((

And !!! When you notice his struggle, you decide to get a little smart with him and you sloooowly start to drag yourself along him to tease him… and when you do, Lucifer's grip on the pen gets so tight that it bends, and he gives you a warning glare like, "don't try me." but 😔 you do. You do try him and you move a bit faster and immediately the pen snaps into two, and his hands immediately grip your hips and he holds you still, telling you to stop or he'll give you an even worse punishment !!! But you retort and whine and whimper, and it's enough to make Lucifer pick you up and pin you down onto the bed so he can fuck you as much as he wants 😔

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Lucifer x f!reader

(cw: somno <3) Moot prompt: Thinking about Luci coming back to his room from a busy day with Diavolo, and he's tired and he sees you so pretty, asleep on his bed, in nothing but a long t-shirt that barely goes past ur ass and a cute pair of panties <333 and he's had such a long day that maybe it wouldn't hurt if he started kissing up along your thighs, and maybe it wouldn't hurt if he started fingering you <33

i just know it drives him absolutely crazy seeing you in his t-shirt, and he hates to admit it that it does because he thinks its silly!! lucifer would definitely help himself to you, gently parting your thighs and giving them open-mouthed kisses which earn a slight whimper from you as you stir in your sleep. he’d also start whispering into your ear as he plays with your now wet folds AGHHHHHH!! luci is such a sucker for whines and whimpers that you make while you’re asleep because it’s so raw and pure, there’s no restraint to it 🧎🏻‍♀️

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SATAN x f! reader MC ft. LUCIFER

syn: the avatar of wrath knows just what would infuriate the prideful demon the most—that is, fucking you against the door to lucifer’s secret office, all while he’s inside it. ── cw: nsfw (mdni), smut, semi-public sex (inside the HoL library), unprotected sex, creampie, masturbation (m), horny luci, satan being a lil shit to lucifer, pet name (darling), not proofread.

this was wrong. sinful. lewd. hell, those words were far beyond what you and satan were doing right this very moment—there weren’t any words to describe how naughty your actions were but with every single thrust of the fourth-born’s hips, those thoughts of hesitancy slowly slipped from your mind. buried with the surge of lust clouding your thoughts as satan’s pace didn’t let up, not even once. his hips pushing into your own with such drive, and desperation that your lower back painfully digs further into the edges of the shelves.

that’s right. you were inside the library, most importantly, your back flush against the door to lucifer’s secret office—satan made sure of it. the worst part wasn’t even having sex in the library, it was the fact that you two were doing it right outside lucifer’s private study while he’s inside. oh, satan has seen the way his eldest brother looks at you with intent. the way lucifer’s scarlet eyes hungrily trace your figure with each opportunity he gets, not even trying to hide the fact that he’s practically eye-fucking you. satan still remembers the swirling storm inside him, the anger that bubbled at the pit of his stomach from the way his older brother eyed you. now, he just can’t help but remind lucifer who you belonged to.

the soft ember glow from the fireplace cast the side of satan’s handsome face, sweat glimmering from the fire, painting the colours of the sunset upon his fair skin—golden hair that stuck to his forehead tinged with streaks of reds and oranges; emerald irises full of lust mixed with a scarlet hue, his features fading into an angry red. wrath. you were sure that’s what he was feeling, he always did. your nails dug into the fabric of his shoulders, legs wrapped around his slender waist tightening with every jolt of your body. “s-satan—ah!” you moaned, heated and desperate just how he liked it. the corner of his mouth tugged upward, satan was sure that your erotic sounds were loud enough to reach the other side of the door. enough to disrupt lucifer from his work.

satan bit his lip from the way you felt around him, your warm walls hugging his cock so tightly, so deliciously that it made his emerald eyes roll to the back of his head. he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer with how you squeezed him, and that was fine but he needed to make the most of it—he needed you to be louder. satan’s nails painfully dug into the edge of the bookshelf, his heavy balls slapping your ass with every thrust of his hips. arousal dripped down to his balls, creating wet noises that filled your ears—a white ring forming at the base of his cock. fuck, it was naughty. the vast library was filled with your’s and satan’s sounds mixed with wet squelches, and the crackling of fire. you didn’t need to worry about being caught by the other brothers; belphegor was up in the attic, fast asleep, and leviathan was having a TSL marathon while the rest of them had gone out, leaving satan and lucifer down here.

thud. thud. thud. the door to lucifer’s secret office cried from satan’s unwavering pace. inside the private study, a blanket of blush covered lucifer’s face, cheeks heating up from the obvious activity happening outside the room. he didn’t know whether to curse his younger brother for vexing him like this, or to feel flustered at the lewd noises coming from your throat—the way you cry out satan’s name every now and then with such desperation, such passion that he almost wished it was his name rolling off your tongue. that he was the one making you feel pleasured. lucifer’s free hand curled into a fist, the papers beneath his palm crinkling at the movement. the tent in his pants grew with every sound you made, erotic images of you clouding his mind; imagining the way your brows furrow in pleasure, lips parted, completely lost in lust.

lucifer’s heart pounded against his chest, the half-done report before him sprawled on his desk, already forgotten. “satan.. what will i do with you..?” his voice was quiet but it seethed with fury. he knew his younger brother disliked him but not to the extent of fucking you right outside his private study. lucifer didn’t exactly know what satan gained from.. this but he wasn’t surprised with how territorial his brother was. especially when it came to you. the thuds of the door mixed with your heated moans engulfed lucifer’s ears. he didn’t even notice his eyes were closed—relishing in your sounds—until he snapped them open, startled from the wooden ink pen breaking in half from the tight grip.

dropping the broken pen on the desk, he leaned back into his chair, placing a forearm atop his closed eyes while the arm other rested on his thigh. it tingled. his palm tingled against his clothed thigh, as if urging him to do something about the growing problem at the apex of his legs—urging him to relieve himself with the help of your sounds. it wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? merely fisting himself at the thought of you wasn’t going to be the most sinful thing he’s done. lucifer had already committed the gravest sin of his life, it led to his downfall. this is nothing.

back in the library, your soft moans didn’t satisfy satan, he needed more from you. removing his hands from the shelf behind you, satan snaked them down to your ass, palms flat against the heated bare skin. a string of loud moans and curses left your parted lips as he bounced you on his cock. “o-oh my—fuck..! aah! just like that, satan!” “y-yeah? you like that?” satan’s lips ghosted over your own before sealing you into a kiss. the kiss was messy, spit coating the corners of your mouths, teeth clashing—he chased your parted lips with every bounce of your body. satan made sure not to swallow your whimpers down, he needed lucifer to hear how good he’s making you feel. he needed lucifer to know that he’s the only one who can make you moan like this.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, bottom lip trapped between your teeth from bliss. the slight change in angle enabled his cock to reach much deeper into you, allowing you to feel every ridge when you clenched around him. satan’s cock had a slight curve to it, and the way it repeatedly hit your cervix over and over again made it more pleasurable—sending electrifying shocks up your spine. goosebumps formed under the fourth-born’s lips as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, and down the side of your sweaty neck—sucking and biting at the supple skin, leaving a hues of dark red and purple. satan marvelled at the masterpiece peppered on your skin before licking a long, flat stripe up your neck and nibbling at the lobe of your ear.

he didn’t shy away from groaning directly into your ear, harsh pants escaping his parted lips, mixed with broken endless praises. satan knew the effect his voice had on you, especially when he sung praises to you—he didn’t miss the way you squeezed around him with every praise muttered into your ear. satan cursed at the pleasure, a heated gasp and a desperate whisper of your name coming from him. this spurred him on, harshly bouncing you on his cock with all his strength—you swear he’s about to leave handprints on your ass with how hard he’s gripping them.

it was getting too much, you could feel the coil deep in your stomach beginning to unravel. your body grew limp from pleasure, simply leaning onto satan’s front and letting him have his way with you. all you could really do was cry out his name and run your nails down his clothed back. satan groaned, relishing at the way your moans travelled straight to his ear—specs of white slowly clouded his vision, and his fingers dug into the supple flesh of your ass. he was close. “s-satan—ngh! fuck fuck fuck! ‘m cumming!” broken shallow pants left your lips. holding his emerald gaze, lids heavy with lust, “that’s it—haah! let go for me, my darling.” satan breathed out, knees buckling from pleasure. he was close too.

leaning against the other side of the door was lucifer, pants unbuttoned, and pulled down just enough to take his cock out. his wrist between was between his teeth to muffle moans as he fisted his cock to your sounds. it was heavenly, even the angels up at the celestial realm couldn’t compare to the way your voice sounded. he let out harsh breaths, each one shaky from how his fingers curled around his hard cock. lucifer teased the sensitive slit with his thumb, knees almost giving in from the immense pleasure. with his back against the door, he could hear things much better—the skin slapping, the wet noises, the heated gasps, all of it. how lewd but lucifer didn’t care, he had one thing in mind: cumming. he sped up the pace, synching it with your shallow pants and hoping to reach his orgasm the same time as you.

both of you sung in unison, cries of pleasure filling the entire library as you reached your orgasm. your legs tightened around satan’s waist, every muscle in your body turning taut as shocks of hot, white pleasure ran throughout your body, making your toes curl. satan let out one last cry of your name before sheathing his cock deep inside you and letting go—thick ribbons of white shamelessly painting your insides as he came. he rode our both your orgasm by giving you shallow thrusts, fucking his cum deeper, and earning a small whimper from you.

lucifer couldn’t believe himself—he came to the sound of you desperately moaning his younger brother’s name. white, hot liquid dripped to his digits and down to his wrist; chest heaving up and down, attempting to catch his breath. lucifer stayed that way for a while, leaning against the door to try and compose himself as his head spun with pleasure. his lust-clouded mind soon cleared, pleasure that coursed through his body faded into fury. he was seething with rage—enough for satan to smell the scent of wrath. his brother dared to disrespect his private space, not only that but also by performing such a brazen act.

he knew. lucifer knew this was just to spite him, that was part of satan’s personality—to defy, and vex him. it was fine, he handled everything satan threw his way but using you? oh, that’s a whole different story. lucifer felt like satan has got him wrapped around his finger with how he practically jumped at the opportunity to fist himself to your sounds. it mocked him—putting him in his place, and letting him know that he was never going to experience the pleasure of being inside you because you were satan’s.

satan smirked into the kiss as he caught a whiff of the familiar smell that emanated from the other side of the door—the smell of wrath. the essence that he was more than familiar with; the essence that embodied his very own existence. pulling away from the kiss, his emerald eyes traced your features, giving your sweaty forehead a chaste kiss, “you did so well.” satan breathed, eyes glimmering with adoration. you didn’t miss the hint of mischief behind it, though.

but before you could reply, satan parted his lips to speak once again, a smug look on his handsome face,

“isn’t that right, lucifer?”

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── lucifer can’t help but become flustered at your reply when he had asked if you were going to buy the tube of lipstick you were admiring—deep shade of crimson red in all its glory, contained in a small glimmering glass tube. “yes, it has the same shade of red as your irises” he still remembers the way you looked at him with such eagerness. that was only a minute ago. now, lucifer can’t shake the uncomfortable stir in his slacks because all he’s thinking about are your lips. your lips wrapped around his cock while wearing that sinful shade—the one that reminded you of his eyes. he mentally curses himself for thinking such lewd thoughts but those were cut short when the image of your scarlet-stained lips clouded his mind once again, desperately sucking on his tip. maybe he’ll make you wear that lipstick later tonight, to test it out.

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cw: f! reader. nsfw (mdni), light smut (dry humping), luci being touchy and needy, neck kisses syn: lucifer gets a little too needy in the middle of doing some paper work.

tonight was supposed to be boring and monotonous—volunteering to help lucifer with the mountain of endless papers stacked on his desk to ease his job a bit, so why were lucifer’s lips all over you? hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing from your jaw and down to the side of your neck, raising goosebumps along the way. “f-fuck.. luci—mhm..! focus, please.” a breathless whine escaping your parted lips as he licked a long stripe up your neck. lucifer was ravenous, he extended his torso from the chair he sat on to bury his face in your neck; scattered papers before him were long forgotten, his hand around your nape instead of the wooden fountain pen.

the prideful demon only gave you a grunt, pulling your body closer to his, the armrest almost painfully digging on your side from lucifer’s eagerness. you were sure the pen you held was about to snap from the way your fingers curled around it, knuckles turning white. “l-lucifer.. aah.. didn’t you say you needed these done by first light?” your free hand balled into a fist as he kissed a sensitive spot once, twice, thrice, enough for an intense shiver to run along your spine.

lucifer pulled away from your neck, lips parted to let out soft pants, lids heavy from his lustful crimson gaze. “your words contradict your actions. telling me to focus yet you’re the one craning your neck to expose more skin for me.” the heat in your cheeks spread down to your chest at his words, you didn’t miss the way the corner of his lips tugged upwards. you fell silent at that, embarrassed that lucifer noticed your desperation as well.

two taps on his thigh, “come here.” you didn’t have to be told twice. getting up from your seat, legs instantly parting to straddle his lap. a small whine spilled from your throat at the way your clothed clit rubbed against the tent in his pants. you blamed your eagerness. “devilishly beautiful.” lucifer whispered, the tip of his index finger tracing the ragged edges of the bruises peppered along your supple skin. you leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering shut at the way his finger ghosted over your warm skin. lucifer wasted no time to seal your lips together in a sensual kiss, taking his time to savour the taste of your soft lips—moving them slowly, and pressed his face closer to your own.

as his hands found its way to your ass, yours wrapped loosely around his neck, playing at the onyx strands along his nape. lucifer swallowed your wanton moan, shoving his tongue past your lips as he rocked your lower half back and forth along his hard cock. pulling away from the kiss, you buried your face at the junction of his neck, soft pants coming from you as lucifer stimulated your clothed clit. the demon beneath you bucked his up just enough to put more pressure on your cunt, earning a loud whine from you.

“look at me.” his tone shouldn’t have turned you on like that—saccharine yet demanding which had you disappointingly clenching around nothing. you did as lucifer said, lifiting your face from his neck and meeting his crimson gaze from under your lashes. this was something lucifer deeply appreciated, the intimacy, the sensuality, and the gentleness of everything. he adored holding your lustful gaze while you performed such lewd acts against his clothed cock—the way your swollen lips ever so slightly part to let out soft, desperate pants as your face contorted in pure bliss.

lucifer cupped your cheek with a large palm, softly caressing the heated skin with his thumb before inserting it in your mouth. as if on instinct, your lips immediately moulded around the base of his digit, eagerly sucking and swirling your tongue around as if it were lucifer’s cock. “good girl..” his breathless praise had you clenching around nothing yet again.

sounds of heavy panting bounced around the walls of lucifer’s private study, filling the room with a thick tension that hung in the air—full of carnal desire. the papers could wait for the meantime because right now, there was only one thing in his mind—to pleasure you, and lucifer is a man of his word. rightfully so. he’d rather spent the night exploring your beautiful body with heated kisses, leaving no part untouched by his soft lips.

─ lucifer shows the most restraint out of all seven brothers due to the shadow, known as his reputation. though, that’s just a facade lucifer dons whenever he’s around people, almost like a second skin. oh but whenever he’s alone in his private office, restraint isn’t in his vocabulary anymore, no. the way lucifer desperately fists his hard cock at the mere thought of you says it all, his long fingers curling around his shaft to squeeze it just like how he thinks your pretty cunt would. how he shamelessly throws his head back in pure pleasure, brazenly chanting out your name in loud, throaty groans as if to summon you, who is responsible for all his pent up sexual frustration. what would you think if you saw him like this? his onyx strands completely dishevelled, crimson tie hanging loosely around his neck, hips eagerly bucking up to his hand. would you help him if you saw him like this?—run the tip of your tongue along his sensitive slit? wrap your lips around his cock? take the entirety of his length? or would you let him have his way with you? lucifer almost feels shameful for thinking about you in such a lewd manner but he’s far from holy.

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