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blue-moonjelly · 5 months
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Listen closely and stay Silent
MINORS DNI
Satan x nonbinary MC (obedience, sub/dom, master/slave, kinda public stuffs)
Authors note: Yeah so I kinda made this on a whim, um, just let me know if you want a part two cause this was already getting long enough as is, but if yall want it enough I'll gladly make a part 2, okay that's it, ENJOY)
“MC” Satan’s voice hummed as he nuzzled his warm cheek against your head, his hands stirring atop your lap as you somehow seemed to curl further into the grasp of him, “you’re so warm” he continued to speak in a hazed tone as he continued to engulf you in his grasp. 
You could only giggle and sigh at his words as you continued to snuggle up with him on the couch under the blanket that retained your shared body heat.
“Hey don’t distract MC” Levi was quick to argue as he focussed on the game you both were currently in the middle of, “you promised that you wouldn't distract them from completing this level with me if I let you stay, so I repeat, do NOT make us lose our progress Satan”.
And while normally Satan would be quick to react to Levi’s half-baked threat and show him what a true threat was, your presence had him under such a trance of serenity that he couldn’t bear to get up from his spot and disturb you both. So he simply muffled a response he had no intention of keeping and continued to settle his head in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing your skin ever so softly that it could have simply been interpreted as a happy accident. 
Though you knew Satan better than to believe that excuse of innocence. 
“Hey Levi,” you said while continuing to click your fingers along the buttons of the controller you held, “I think the controller is starting to bug out a little bit,” you feigned while purposefully clicking the wrong buttons, “it won’t let me follow you into the next chamber.”
“No, no, no” Levi quickly paused the game on his end and ran to his room, you assumed to retrieve some sort of solution to the ‘broken controller’.
“That’s odd,” Satan said while fidgetting with the controller, “It’s working just fine for me right now”
You softly placed two fingers under the demon's chin and turned his gaze to yours, his lips mere inches from your own and already trembling at what you would possibly be doing with them next, “Satan, be quiet, not a sound can come out of you until I say so” you ordered with a soft tone of voice, a clear contradiction to the words that spilled from your lips. 
The order however seemed to be effective, though admittedly you couldn’t quite tell if it was because you were his master or if he was simply pathetic enough to not crave putting up a much of a fight. And while you wished to see right now just how obedient of a pup he could truly be, Levi’s steps and quickly sounded as he breathed heavily and entered the room with a new controller in his grasp, “I- I got the other one” he said between labored breaths as he hunched his body over and held out the controller. 
“Oh, thanks Levi,” you said in a cheery tone, “but I actually was hoping I could get a little break, my eyes are hurting from staring at the screen for too long, do you think Satan could play in my place,” you asked, using a tone of voice and pleading eyes that you knew Levi just couldn’t say no to.
Levi was more than reluctant to the suggestion of adding his brother to the game, but he couldn’t help but melt into your smile and begrudgingly handed Satan the new remote, “you do still know how to play right” he asked while sitting back down on another couch. 
Satan nodded to his brother, and though you could tell Levi questioned his lack of verbal response, you quickly interjected from any further questions being asked by starting the game back up.
A few minutes passed of calm gameplay, Levi was still leading the team perfectly, and Satan was actually doing quite well as an added fighter to the quest. While he wasn’t quite the gamer that Levi was, no one could deny that he was doing a pretty great job at keeping up with the pace. 
“You’re doing so well Satan” you carefully whispered into his left ear as you hooked your fingers along the waistband of his sweatpants, the soft comfy ones you had just bought him last week and adored to see him in, “keep playing pup” you continued to coo into his hear as you ever so slightly scratched at his lower abdomen with your sharp fingernails, the fresh manicure he had just bought you already being put to perfect use. 
Suddenly the controller that sat in his hands began to buzz violently and like clockwork, “SATAN NO” Levi suddenly screamed in agonizing pain, “you need to focus” he continued to yell while fixing his error in the gameplay before he went back to violently playing and rushing his focus to the screen. 
Your lips only curled into a devious smile as you fully snuggled into the warmth of the blanket that you and Satan shared, your hands once again coming to grasp at his waistband and tug ever so gently onto it as you traced a single finger onto his growing erection. “Make sure you’re paying attention pup, Levi will know something’s up if you don’t play” you cooed in his ear while placing a soft kiss on his cheek, “assist him while I take care of you”
Satan could only silently oblige, simply nodding his answer as he gripped at his controller.
You couldn’t help but adore your demon in this state, the demon of wrath a mere puddle in your palm, a higher being whose powers crumbled before your words and actions. Something as simple as a lick to his neck was enough to cause shivers down his back, a little scratch from your manicure could cause his hips to involuntarily buck into your grasp, and just one pull of his waistband could allow his hard erection to spring free and already begin to drip onto your hands. 
“You’re so obedient, albeit a little eager, but you’re listening so carefully” you continued to whisper, releasing a breath of hot air into his ear and using your free hand to tug at his hair, while the other continued to stroke him ever so slowly, enjoying the way he tried so hard to buck into your hands at a faster speed than you were willing to give. 
The sweat on his forehead continued to build up, and the corners of his mouth twitched while he tried so hard to focus on the game and not tip off Levi on what could possibly be happening under this blanket just a mere few feet away from him. But the feelings you were curating just for him were insane, and it wasn’t just the stroking of his cock that drove him to near growls, it was the way you put careful attention to detail in each of his senses. You knew exactly how to put each of his five senses into overdrive, in ways that he hadn’t ever thought to be possible, and yet you somehow discovered and did it all so effortlessly. 
“Satan”
Your whisper of a moan echoed so deeply into his mind that thoughts were no longer coherent, there was only one singular thought that shone brightly into his mind, and that was the image of the endless things you could do to him in privacy. The desire rang so deeply in his brain that without a second thought, he quickly pulled himself out of your grip, pulled his pants back up, tossed the controller to the side, pulled the blanket away from the both of you and carried you into his arms away from the room.
“SATAN WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU” Levi yelled from the top of his lungs while he tried to fight off the sudden swarm of enemies that were coming at him in the game, however as you were being carried away and looked at the screen from over Satan’s shoulder you could see it was to no avail as the words ‘loser’ painted the screen “NOOOOOOOO—”
Levi’s scream echoed through the house and was only muffled once Satan tossed you onto his bed and closed the door, quickly pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the side as he swooped down to your level and began to attack your neck in a flurry of kisses and bites.
And while tingles of pleasure ran across your body, you knew that your demon had disobeyed and for that, he needed to be punished. You lifted your hand and grabbed a full chunk of his hair into your grip and pulled it back hard, “Satan, what do you think you're doing,” he attempted to open his mouth to say something but quickly recalled through his efforts that you had banned him to use his words, “you’ve been a bad pup and bad pups need to be disciplined”.
His eyes were fogged with tears and overwhelming emotions, he swallowed hard as he got down and kneeled in front of you.
You thought it looked humorous, a demon kneeling before you as though you were the only God he could ever respect, especially when you both knew that you were, each word of yours rang like a hymn. His fingers twitched at his sides as the urge to touch your skin gnawed at him, but he stayed still, practically salivating at the mere thought of his endless desires.
“You’re such a beautiful demon, a statue of beauty” you spoke with authority, retaining your strong grip on his hair as you dipped down to his level and placed your free hand under his chin, caressing his jaw as the bottom of your foot gently stepped down on his erection, causing you to chuckle as he silently winced at the feeling of it, “It’s a shame I’ll have to break you down to ash”.
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blue-moonjelly · 10 months
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Quiet Fears
Demon Brothers x NB reader
{angst and later comfort, mental health insecurities, discussion of anxiety and depression, reassuring and comforting}
*note: I’m admittedly not used to writing this type of thing, but lately I’ve been finding myself in the similar position regarding mental health and I just thought it was something many others could relate to, it’s a little choppy but I hope someone can find a little bit of comfort in it*
For weeks now, everyone in the house of lamentation could sense something in the air when it came to you.
First noticing the small changes, the way your smiles made fewer appearances, the manner in which you chose to spend time alone more often, and the odd habit of spacing out during conversations that once elicited thousands of words from you.
Though everyone was quick to take notice of these changes, it had been mutually decided among them that no one would speak of it unless it came from you, and that each of them would give you your space and be patient in their concerns.
Even if it did kill them.
"Hey has anyone seen MC" Mammon asked as he made his way through the kitchen, catching the attention of the twins who had been in the midst of taking out a freshly baked cake from the oven, "I wanna show them this new plushie I bought today, thinking it might be their thing, y'know"?
"No, we haven't" Belphie answered first.
"We've been baking their favorite" Beel continued "A devil's dark chocolate cake, and I haven't had a single bite yet"
"MC" Levi called out while also stumbling into the kitchen with Satan right at his side, "Oh, we were looking for MC, I wanna show them the new game we've been waiting months for to release, it has music with Ruri-chan's backing vocals" he practically squealed.
"And I wanted to show them this new blanket I got for us to share when we do our daily readings by the fireplace" Satan explained as he hold up the softest blanket any of them had ever seen, he blushed while explaining himself, "none of our blankets keep them warm enough".
"MC, oh my darling MC" Asmodeus hummed as he skipped past the kitchen, only stopping when he caught a glance at the formed group from the corner of his eye, "oh you're all here, I was looking for MC so I could show them this new set of press on nails I made them, I wanted to make the perfect ones just for my little darling"
"Yeah well get in line Asmo, 'cause I'm gonna be the first one who gets to give MC a present" Mammon spoke up first as he broke from the group and began to run straight to MC's room, yelling over his brothers who protested as they quickly followed from behind.
"Nothing is wrong" your voice suddenly boomed out from the common room, quickly stopping the brothers in their tracks as they turned to see you lash out at Lucifer in front of the fireplace.
The brothers all stood within the entrance, crowding next to one another as they looked between their eldest brother and MC, both of them staring down the other with a glare.
"that's not very convincing" Lucifer responded, his voice and body language both seemingly calm, but anyone could tell the blood inside of him was boiling.
Lucifer, the one who was usually the most logical of the bunch was now going against the unsaid rules they all had written, his emotions leading him into a heated search for MC.
"What do you want me to say Lucifer" you continued to yell, "seriously, since you seem to know my emotions better than I do, tell me, what is it exactly that you're waiting for me to admit. Do you want me to bother everyone with my problems? You want me to be a burden in saying that I'm sad without even having a valid reason? That I'm sad when everything in my life seems to be going so well, that I'm anxious it will all break away just as quickly as it came, that I'm scared all of you will one day wake up and realize I'm just a mere human who can't even handle their own shit? is that what you want me to say Lucifer?"
You finally managed to notice the rest of the brothers crowding the entrance of the common room, each of them staring back at you.
"MC" Lucifer's voice trailed off as he called your name in a delicate whisper.
“This is just the way my brain works Lucifer, it’s sad it’s scary and it’s shitty. The truth is that there's never just one thing that's really wrong, I wish there was and I could just give you all a simple explanation" you began to speak in a less heated tone. You had been dreading ever having this conversation, you were scared of ever having to explain yourself and deep inside you hoped that it never would have to be addressed. You were happy, the happiest you could ever remember being, surely your mind could just accept that.
"I've just always been like this for as long as I can remember, my fears and emotions are heightened so much more than other humans. I take medication to help and do things to keep me busy and for the most part it helps, but there are other times when nothing or no one can, and I'm simply just in a dark pit that I need to rest in for a moment" you then took a careful breath as you tried to remain some composure, "I just never wanted you all to see this part of me, the person who can't even save themself from their own mind”.
It was silent, you didn’t dare try to make eye contact with anyone, fear that you scared them off was enough to nibble you into a cowering submission, fiddling with your fingers as you stared off into the fire place that flickered before you.
Suddenly, you were being scooped into Lucifer’s familiar grip and carried off of your feet before being placed on the couch. A large soft blanket being draped around you and Satan who sat to your left, Mammon tucking himself to your right side as he patted a plushie you both cuddled between, Levi scooting himself to one knee as he brought out his console to show you the game you both had been waiting months for, Asmo grabbing your left hand and leaning close to your other knee as he prepped your nails for a press on set, the twins joyfully talking between themselves at the front of your legs while they both began to cut pieces from a cake they had.
“There is nothing you have to explain” Lucifer said from above your head as he brushed his fingers between the strands of your hair, “you just have to know and remember that we love you MC, all of you” he ended with a kiss to the top of your head.
None of them were questioning you, no awkward glances or tip toeing over you in silence, they simply accepted what you had to say and treated you as you always wished others would. They comforted you in the best way they knew how, by being present and loving you as their selves.
You couldn’t help it, the tears rushed down your cheeks as you felt an inexplicable rush of warmth and love from the demons you knew adored you. A relief like nothing you had ever felt before, washed over you as everyone continued to unconditionally accept and love you.
You didn’t try to hide these tears though, in fact you were thankful for them, for there were no better words you could use to describe the amount of adoration you had for these boys.
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blue-moonjelly · 1 year
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A Beggar
Asmodeous x NB Reader
{degrading, humiliation, edging foreplay, mirror}
MINORS DNI
“You’re doing it again”
I could practically feel his eyes welding their intentions into my mind, every double meaning remark or “accidental” touch meant to edge me into compliance.
“It’s been so long my dear MC” Asmo sighed into my skin while peppering kisses onto the nape of my neck.
For the past week, we had been taking advantage of the unusual emptiness in the house of Lamentation, due to the rare occurrence that every brother had to be away on their own separate affairs.
Everyone except for Asmo.
And being the demon of Lust that he is, there was truly only one way in which he would want to lavish in this miraculous time, by adoring my body in every way he was perfectly capable of.
“Time runs rather long for you my dear Asmodeous” I hummed while tracing the tips of my fingers along the bruises that complimented his wrists “your bruises are still fresh from this morning”
He stopped his kisses and pulled his face away from me, maneuvering his hands in a way that cupped my own, “but yours are a fresh canvas”.
His words sent a tingle down my spine, my cheeks painting pink as his eyes continued to gaze at my wrists with such a longing look. I could practically see the image that played in his mind, a smile playing on his lips because he knew that I understood without any words having to be exchanged.
In one quick and swift motion he locked his fingers onto my wrists and pinned me down underneath his body, my back hitting the mattress hard.
“I fear that you’re beginning to take advantage of my favoritism to you MC” he practically growls from above me, the smile on his face somehow making him seem more threatening as his claws dug into my skin and his legs straddled my hips “you may be my master, but you seem to be forgetting that I am still the lustful demon of the lamentation hall”
I could feel my entire body become muddled in stimulation, and while my logic knew I could simply command him to be still, the rest of my body craved to do the opposite, choosing to instead stay still and do as I was told as the demon grabbed our toys.
After a moment of rummaging through his bedside, Asmo was quick to replace his latch on my wrist with soft velvet cuffs, keeping my hands pinned above my head tightly so as to allow him full view of my body.
“Are you scared” Asmo hummed while straddling my hips, lifting my shirt up above my chest as he licked along the base of my neck to the tip of my chin, “see, you say that you want to behave, and yet your nipples are already pinching in excitement” he then lifted my chin to direct my focus up to his ceiling, giggling as my eyes realized the reflection of us that sat above, allowing me to see it all.
“Can you see it MC” he spoke again while beginning to trace his nails down my body, marking his territory in delight as my body responded in shivers “you adore being at my mercy, so pitifully freeing”
There was nothing I could say to defend myself, nothing I could do to make either of us think differently, I was truly a dirty beggar at a demons doorstep. And as I looked up at him and stared at his sweet smile that hid dark intentions, I yearned for him to look at me with his true colors.
“Asmodeus” I breathed “I order you, to show me no mercy”.
His smile dispersed and his nails that had been lightly caressing me now dug deeply into my flesh with a sting, any trace of kindness was now gone and his true form was bound to me in all it’s glory, “yes master”
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blue-moonjelly · 1 year
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Morning treat
Beel x NB reader
{sleepy sex, oral, heavy praise}
MINORS DNI
“M-Mc please, please wake up”
Your deep sleep was slowly being interrupted, heavy breaths tickling your left ear as you felt Beel’s large body practically squirm next to you. At first you figured that maybe he was possibly in the midst of a nightmare and murmuring in his sleep, but as you woke up and became more aware, you could feel from his fingers desperately trailing in between your legs that a nightmare was not the case.
“MC” Beel spoke again, his voice dripping in ecstasy.
As you looked up to meet his gaze, you could see the layer of lust that fogged his beautiful violet eyes, and instantly your heart quickened in it’s once steady pace.
“Beel” you now spoke, not bothering to say another thing or conjure up any questions before melting your lips upon his, his mouth hungrily making a meal of yours and sloppily leaving to take a taste of your neck as he painted kisses on every inch of your flesh as if it were the most intricate canvas, because in his mind you were.
You couldn’t think, couldn’t move, you simply didn’t have the energy to just yet. So as Beel ravaged your body, you chose to assure him with your sweet moans that he was doing everything right, it was his favorite form of praise to acquire from you.
“I was so hungry” Beel groaned against your skin, the vibrations in his voice making your sensitive body tremble, “your body was so warm” he continued “your smell is so intoxicating to me, and all I could think of was your taste” his mouth was now trailing lower and lower, his tongue carving a road of saliva down your stomach as he grabbed at your hips with an iron grip.
“Please” he sighed against your sensitivity “please let me taste”.
At this request your brain felt like it was frying, struggling at coming up with words to express how badly you wanted him.
Desire? Lust? Need?
No words felt worthy enough to express the feelings that made your body tremble.
“Beelzebub” you spoke like a sweet forbidden word, as you caressed your knee against his cheek, his eyes turning wide at your use of his full demon name. And in that moment there was no other exchange in words that needed to be said, you both knew from there that the pleasure would speak for itself, that your bodies would now melt into one.
Beel took no other hesitation in ravaging every inch of your sensitivity, his heavy breath and your piercing moans being the only sound that erupted off the walls and flooded the room, you swore you could see the air turning thick with your mingled ecstasy and it made you even more vulnerable.
His nails dug indents into your thighs, your groans of indescribable pleasure only pushing him further to his goal of showing you just how gluttonous he could be, his tongue lapping and covering every crevice of you in his saliva.
“Please” he spoke against you, “please allow me a drink”
Your entire body, from head to toe was under a never ending trance, feeling compelled to give the demon what he so desperately craved.
Your demon was thirsty, and who were you to deny a demon of his desires?
A lamentation so deep within your voice sang from your lips as your back arched and your thighs gripped angrily at the demon between your legs.
He gripped back at your body, his nails dragging against your skin as he swallowed his drink down and sucked away for every remaining drop, fully intent on not letting such a delicacy go to waste.
Your heavy breaths shared the same quickened pace as you laid trembling, your legs unable to move from their position, leaving Beel to push them apart so he could free himself.
His mouth was wet and his cheeks were stained red, yet despite this, he looked back at you with the most wondrous gaze as he took in the sight of your body and continued to lap away at the juices left on his fingers.
“What a great morning” he hummed.
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blue-moonjelly · 1 year
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After Dinner
Mammon x female reader smut
{whining, degrading, public-ish, bragging rights}
MINORS DNI
You had brought this upon yourself, teasing him all throughout dinner by touching and playing with him from underneath the table, keeping a straight face and joining conversation with the rest as you agonized him for hours on end, until one by one each brother had decided they had their fill of food and cleared their plates. Lucifer being the last to leave, choosing to live in ignorance and ignoring what he knew was happening, leaving the two of you alone.
And now here you were on the table, the prepared feast now replaced by your puddle of a body, giggling as you covered your mouth to hold in your moans whilst taking in his pumps of punishment.
You had gotten exactly what you wanted.
But it felt too easy. Why was the great Mammon, the demon who knew your tricks inside and out, giving you exactly what you wanted? Why was he feeding into your palm and granting your desires? What was in it for the demon of greed? So many questions, but so little care when you were on such a high of ecstasy.
Until he ripped your hands away from your lips, whispering a venomous lullaby of words into your ear, “everyone has to know, they have to know that you wanted this” he pounded in harder and faster, his member growing with anticipation as he saw you begin to break, your back arching further with every inch.
You tried everything; biting your lip, clawing his back, biting his neck, anything that could keep you from exposing yourself to the many ears inhabiting the house of lamentation. Until finally, you felt yourself breaking at the seams and you knew there was nothing more you could do to keep from crying out in irresistible pleasure. Screaming his name at the top of your lungs as though your life depended on it, your tongue rolling out of your mouth and your claws digging further into him, enough to cause him to hiss in the pleasure of his pain, “Mammon” it became all you could cry out as he continued to speed his rhythm up.
“You hear that, MC is mine, their body is all mine” he yelled through the halls of lamentation, growling under his breath as he continued to ravish your body. The sound of your groans and wails giving him all the stamina he needed to never stop, your tears providing more than enough reassurance that you needed him just as badly as he did you.
All throughout the night the sound of creaking and cries was all that echoed to anyone, undoubtedly turning you both on even more.
Needless to say, after that day the brothers knew to keep you on far different ends at the dinner table. They could each do without the after dinner theatrics of that night.
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