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Truth or Dare (Belphie x Reader x Beel NSFW Oneshot)

▶ PLAYING ~ ❝ MIND GAMES ❞ "You had lost the game before it had ever even begun."

Truth or Dare (~3k words)

Agreeing to a game of Truth or Dare with the youngest two demon brothers may not have been your best idea...

@asmos-pet, @blueparadis (thank you so much for organizing this!! i had a ton of fun participating 😏)

Tags: Belphegor Being a Little Shit (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mean Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Dom Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Soft Dom Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Beelzebub Has a Large Penis (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Truth or Dare (but make it sexy), Threesome - F/M/M, Attic Club Sandwich, Mildly Dubious Consent, Blindfolds, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Extremely Dubious Consent, Inappropriate Use of Demon Powers (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Double Penetration, Under-negotiated Kink, Implied Marathon Sex, Dead Dove: Do Not Ea

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You had lost the game before it had ever even begun.

You should have known by the look on Belphie’s face when he’d suggested it, the way his lips twisted into a syrupy sweet smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. You should have known by the way Beel glanced at his brother, the way he looked at you, sheepish and unsure.

But you agreed. Ignored the butterflies in your stomach—the ones that wriggled and writhed and warned, the ones that made your legs tremble as you climbed the spiral staircase up to the attic.

“So,” you begin, shifting on the plush little pillow they had given you, seated on the floor near Belphie’s bed. “It’s just Truth or Dare? Like we play back in the human world?”

“Yeah,” Belphie says, smirking lazily over at you from his own pillow. “And if you don’t want to answer or do the dare—” he sets down a large bottle of demonus and a single shot glass between the three of you. “—then you drink.”

You should have realized—should have known the dangerous game you were getting yourself into—when your heart lurches in your, when nerves steal your voice and, for a moment, all you can manage is a small nod.

You really should have known.

“Okay,” you say eventually, nodding again, “who goes first?”

“Me,” Belphie says, smiling again while he leans forward. He braces one elbow on his legs, props his chin up on his hand, and doesn’t take his eyes off you for a second. “Truth or dare?”

“Um,” you hesitate, glancing between the two of them—Beel, relaxed back against the foot of the bed, one knee bent up towards his chest, watching you intently; Belphie, drumming his fingers against his cheek, waiting. “Truth.”

“Boooooring,” Belphie drawls, rolling his eyes. “Fine, let me think…”

He trails off, makes a big show of thinking; he narrows his eyes, sucks his teeth, tilts his head one way, then the other, before his eyes flick over to his twin, meeting his gaze for a fraction of a second before they return to you.

His smile turns predatory. “Have you ever touched yourself at school?”

“W-What?” you splutter. Heat floods your chest, your cheeks, the back of your neck. “No—I-I… No.”

The twins are quiet for a long moment—a moment they spend gauging your reaction, the set of your shoulders, the way you’ve curled in on yourself, just a little; it’s a moment you feel in your chest, in each frenzied thud of your heart, each fluttering wing beat trapped in the pit of your stomach.

You glance between them, open your mouth to say something, to try and fill the silence with something other than the sound of blood rushing behind your ears, but Belphie speaks up first.

“Beel’s turn~” he says, voice lilting with twisted glee.

You turn your head towards the older twin, and for the first time, you notice he’s blushing too, a soft pink that colors his cheeks, the bridge of his nose.

“Truth or dare?” he asks you, voice low and thrumming.

“Me again?” you look to Belphie, who merely shrugs, then back to Beel.

He nods.

You really should have known.

“U-uh… Dare?”

As soon as the word tumbles out of your mouth, you regret it. Wish you could snatch it out of the air; wish you could shove it back down your throat, down to join the butterflies roiling in your stomach.

But you can’t, and Belphie’s grin grows impossibly wider.

“Sit on his lap,” he says, urges, basking in the heat of your embarrassment, your discomfort.

You shift onto your knees, start to stand, to walk over to Beel and just get it over with—it’s only a game, after all—but Belphie grabs your wrist. He yanks you down, makes you fall, knees impacting on the soft carpet.

“Crawl,” he says, watching you with half-lidded eyes.

You stare up at him, eyes wide. “I… Th-that wasn’t part of the dare.”

“It is now,” he says, then lets go of your wrist and shrugs. “Drink, if you don’t want to do it.”

You eye the bottle of demonus. Mutter a short ‘fine’ under your breath and swallow down what’s left of your pride—a bitter taste the coats the back of your tongue, that has an insidious heat tingling between your legs—and crawl to Beel.

You can’t bear to look at him, at either of them. But you can feel them looking at you.

“C-Can I…?”

Thankfully, he doesn’t make you finish the sentence, lowering his leg so that you can climb onto his lap, so that you can face him and straddle his hips. You bite down on your lip, unsure of what to do with your arms, so you hold them close to your chest, back straight, shoulders tense, trying not to take too much notice of how wide your legs are spread around him.

“Good girl,” Belphie hums from behind you, much closer than he was—so close you jump. He smooths his hands down your arms, palms hot against your bare skin, wrapping his fingers around your wrists, guiding them up and around his brother’s neck. “Your turn.”

You drag your gaze away from Belphie’s hands, away from the slender fingers that rest against your pulse, to lock with eyes with Beel. Find that you can’t do anything but stare into his intensely violet eyes—eyes that threaten to swallow you whole, if you let them.

“Beel,” you say. “Truth or dare?”

Belphie squeezes at your sides, toying with the edge of your shirt at the same moment Beel’s hands find your hips, at the same moment they start to knead into your flesh and draw you closer.

“Truth,” he says.

It’s hard to think—with them like this, so close like this. With their hands all over you.

“Did… Did Belphie make you play this game?”

“No,” he says, wetting his lips with his tongue. “I wanted to play with you too.”

The way he says it, voice low and gravely and hungry. The fact that you’re straddling him, that Belphie’s arms have wound themselves around your waist. Those words. It all has you clenching around nothing.

“My turn,” Belphie murmurs, chest flush with your back. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathes in the scent of your hair, your skin. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you say, but your voice wavers, warbles when he sighs against your neck.

“Ah, ah,” he murmurs. “Beel just did truth. Can’t do that twice in a row.”

You don’t remember that being part of the rules, but you can find it in yourself to argue.

“D-Dare, then,” you stammer.

When he kisses your throat, you feel him smirking. “Let me blindfold you.”

Your breath catches in your throat, sticks there like a rock. Your pulse hammers in your chest—so hard, you know they must hear it, that they must feel it. You can’t get anything out past the cotton candy fog in your head and the ringing in your ears, so you nod.

Belphie shifts behind you, and then he draws a piece of fabric over your eyes, forcing them shut. He’s gentle when he ties it, has Beel hold your hair so it doesn’t pull when he cinches it tight against your skull.

You feel yourself swaying, steady yourself on Beel’s shoulders.

“Truth or dare?” Beel asks, and you know he’s talking to you.

“Truth.”

From behind you, “how often do you touch yourself?”

You stiffen, fingers twitching at Beel’s shoulders, mouth opening and closing soundlessly, fumbling for something, for anything.

“I… I don’t want to answer that.”

“Fine,” Belphie murmurs, breath hot against your ear. He releases your waist, and then you feel the cold press of the bottle against your lips. “Open.”

He presses his fingertips up underneath your chin, tilting your head backwards until it rests against his shoulder. Then he pours—too much, too fast—into your open mouth. You struggle to keep up, to gulp down the demonus that stings in the back of your throat, tasting like berries and spice and heat.

He pulls the bottle away—finally—and you cough and splutter, feel demonus dripping down your chin, rolling down your neck in amaranthine rivulets. The buzz sets in fast—far faster than you expect. Flowing through your veins, settling into your muscles, filling your thoughts with a distracting static.

“Who do you think about when you do it?” his voice is like silk, ghosting across the shell of your ear, low and lilting while Beel laps at the demonus trailing down your throat, sucking at your pulse point, tracing the hollow of your throat with his tongue, making you whimper.

“That… That’s two questions, Belphie,” you whine.

You. Both of you—just like this.

“Answer,” he says, hands skimming up and down your sides, “or drink.”

“I-I don’t—” you stammer, shifting your hips, squirming in Beel’s grip. The hands. The tongue. The heat. It’s too much. “I don’t want to answer that either.”

The bottle is back. “Then drink.”

You do. Or, try to. You swallow deep, tears welling up in your eyes, spilling over in time with the burning in your throat, in between your thighs. You gulp, drink and drink until Belphie is satisfied and Beel is left to clean up the mess you’ve made of yourself. When he takes the bottle away, you’re reeling, gasping.

“Truth or dare?” Beel asks, murmurs against your neck.

“Dare,” you choke out, suddenly very aware of the hardness pressing into you from underneath, from behind.

“Kiss him,” Belphie says, fingers twisted in your hair now. You feel hands on your face—Beel’s—thumb brushing across your cheekbone, over the plush of your bottom lip.

“Okay,” you whisper, and then his mouth is on yours. Greedy. Demanding. Hungry. His tongue dives into your mouth, licking and tasting, sucking the demonus from your tongue. He traces the shape of your teeth, groaning into you, intertwining his tongue with yours. Swallows down every gasp, every little whimper.

You’re drowning. In the way he rocks his hips into yours, the way he grinds his length against you—the way he tastes you, the way he devours. You’re lost. To the feel of Belphie’s hands under your shirt, palming your breast, teasing your nipples, nipping at the skin of your shoulders, sucking dark bruises along the column of your throat.

“Truth or dare?” Belphie asks as Beel pulls back and breaks the kiss, letting you breathe again.

“T-Truth,” you gasp, chest heaving up and down, arching into Belphie’s touch.

“Do you like what we’re doing to you?” he asks, twisting one nipple between his forefinger and thumb, grinning when you yelp. “Do you like it when we touch you like this? When we share you like this?”

You nod, nearly frantic, struggling to hold back the pathetic noises that fall from your open mouth.

“Say it,” Beel urges, “need to hear you say it.”

Oh, you really should have known.

“I like it,” you breathe.

Beel growls, a strangled sound low in his throat, grabbing tighter onto your hips, grinding your needy little cunt against his clothed cock. You suck in a gasp. Rock your hips against him. Dig your fingernails into his shoulders. Whine at the feeling of him—so thick, so hard—underneath you.

“Truth or dare?” Even Belphie sounds affected now. Breathy. Voice thick and heady.

Needy.

“Dare,” you whisper, voice breaking half-way through the word, head falling back against Belphie’s shoulder.

“Let us fuck you.”

Your whimper is all the answer they need.

You’re being lifted before you realize it, carried over and laid flat on your back on the edge of Belphie’s mattress. They peel of your clothing, drag your shirt up and over your head, fingertips lingering on your ribs, your thighs as they pull down your shorts, your panties, half-soaked through because—fuck, you’re wet, Beel groans.

Big hands—Beel’s hands—press your legs further apart, keep you open while he squeezes at the plush of your thighs. You feel breath, hot against your core, and then he’s licking you, laving his tongue over and around your swollen nub, lapping at slick that coats your folds, holding your hips in place while you twitch and writhe.

“Open,” Belphie grunts, smearing the head of his cock against your lips.

Your body reacts before your mind can, steeped in a fevered haze, mouth popping open, tongue dipping into the salty pre-cum that beads at the tip. He groans when he sinks into the wet heat of your mouth—an absolutely obscene sound that has chills rippling down your spine, heat tingling between your legs.

When you push back against his hips, when you shy away from the length prodding at the back of your throat, he grabs both your wrists and pins them to the mattress, binding them together with his belt.

“Keep them there,” he growls, bucking into your mouth, making you gag and choke, clench around the fingers that Beel slides inside you. He pumps in one, then two, scissoring them, stretching you open while he suck as your clit.

Belphie’s hand wraps around your throat, holding you down while he fucks your mouth, while he praises you for being such a good cock sucking whore. Pressure builds in your gut, spiraling tighter, brighter, and when Belphie drives his cock all the way in, when he gags you with it and holds you there, rutting into your face—panting and cursing and moaning your name—you cum on Beel’s fingers, his tongue.

Belphie pulls out of your mouth, lets you splutter and gasp for air, just barely conscious of the fact you’re being pulled upright, that Beel loops your tied arms around his neck and maneuvers you on top of him, straddling his hips.

“Need you,” he pants, tearing the blindfold off, guides your hips down and nudges at your entrance. “Need you so bad.”

He pushes in, just past the ring of muscle that struggles to accept him.

It burns—punches the air out of your lungs because he’s big.

“B-Beel,” you gasp, tightening involuntarily because it hurts. “S’too much—s’too much—”

He grunts, eyes squeezed shut, bottom lip trapped between his teeth. His grip is unrelenting, pulling you down slowly, feeding inch after inch into your hole, forcing your legs wider around his hips, stretching your pussy open around his cock.

He’s only halfway in when you feel Belphie prodding at your puckered hole.

“Wai—” you choke on your next breath, eyes rolling into the back of your head when Beel bucks his hips up into yours, as Belphie pushes harder against your ass. “Wait, wait—” you babble, beg, squirming, struggling against the belt, the grip on your hips. “—slow, I can’t, I can’t—s-sto—”

Belphie clamps his hand over your mouth.

“Relax,” he hisses into your ear, and a sudden, overpowering wave of lethargy washes over you. His voice lulls you, coils around your mind and drags it down into a heavy fog. His voice soothes you, makes your eyelids heavy, makes your muscles unclench—lets Beel bottom out, fully sheathed in your fluttering pussy, lets Belphie pop the tip of his cock inside your ass and slide further inside.

You drift in and out of consciousness. Head lolling back against Belphie’s shoulder, arms hanging limp around Beel’s neck. In and out of pleasure. Pain. Stretch and fill. You hardly recognize your own voice, the weak, strangled noises barely audible past Belphie’s hand.

They use you. One fucking in while the other pulls out. Holding you captive between them.

“See?” Belphie grunts, abandoning his hold on your mouth to grip your throat. To squeeze while he ruts into you. “Isn’t it so much better when you just give in?”

“So tight,” Beel groans, right in your ear.

“What a fucking slut,” Belphie hisses in your other ear.

Gorgeous—and so goddamn noisy, they whisper. So perfect—making such a mess for us. Fucking harder. Faster. You’re melting, weeping, fucked out of your mind. Feel so good—our filthy little cocksleeve. In time now. Fucking you open. So full, so fucking full. So good for us—our needy little fuck toy.

When you cum again, you can’t even warn them, just a choked whine, just a fluttering of your walls, a clenching that has them both spilling inside of you a moment later, Beel crushing his mouth to yours, Belphie sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

Your eyes slip closed… then open.

You’re on your side, back to Beel’s chest, head tucked into Belphie’s neck, breathing heavy and achingly empty. They stroke your hair, trail their fingers across your flushed and sweaty skin.

Closed… Open.

Belphie kisses you. Parts your lips with his tongue. Moans into your mouth. Beel grinds against your ass, still hard, sliding through his brother’s release that leaks out of you.

Close… Open.

You whimper. Push weakly against Belphie’s chest, cry when Beel’s fingers find your clit, when searing pain-streaked pleasure burns through you.

“Shh,” Belphie soothes, hiking your leg up around his waist, dragging the tip of his cock up and down your soaking folds. “Just relax… we’ll take good care of you.”

The lethargy hits again, dragging you deeper.

Close… Open.

They’re inside you again. Rolling their hips into yours soft and slow… It feels good. Mind-numbingly good. The way Beel holds you tight against him. It feels good. The way Belphie’s tongue dances with yours. The way it’s sloppy and languid and soft. It feels so fucking good—

Close… Open.

You’re cumming again. And again. Over and over again as they bully open your insides, molding them to the shape of their cocks—you lose count. Lose your fucking mind while your eyes roll back. While tears stream down your cheeks.

They fill you. Your mouth, your ass, your pussy—with fingers and tongues and cocks and cum. They mark you. Paint your skin with hickies and bruises in the shape of their teeth.

Close… Open.

Belphie kisses you again, licking along your bottom lip. “… Truth or dare?”

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Angel!

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satan | leviathan hurting you in the heat of the moment scenarios

originally written on: 20/01/20

SATAN

You tiptoe around the mess of books sprawled all over his floor, making a mental note to remind Satan to clean them up later. He’d asked if you could bring him his D.D.D. and from where you stood, you could spot it sitting on his equally-messy desk, placed precariously on top of a tower of thick books. Taking a few more steps, you find yourself within arms length of your goal and so you reach out, stretching your hand out as much as you can before you feel the very tips of your fingers brush against the device. Leaning forward just a little bit, you manage snatch the D.D.D. and hold onto it securely but not before your foot slips underneath you.

“Fuck—!” you cry out as you end up leaning your entire body weight against Satan’s desk in an attempt to save yourself from falling only for the table to collapse completely. A loud crash and then the sound of heavy thumps is all you hear before you fall to the ground. Before the panic can even begin to settle in entirely, you hear a pair of familiar footsteps race towards the room you’re in.

Normally, you’d be happy to see your boyfriend after a little accident like this, knowing that he’d always be sweet enough to help you fix it up—even if he does chide you along the way. But now, all you feel is your entire body going numb as your heart practically freezes over. In his Demon form, Satan stands a few metres in front of you, his eyebrows deeply furrowed, an intense scowl etched on his face.

“Sa—” you say softly, only to find yourself unable to properly breathe. He’s kneeling in front of you now, trapping you between his furious self and the cupboard behind you, his hands clutching onto your shoulders so tightly you swear blood has been drawn, though you’re too frightened to check if you’re right. Your hands reach up shakily to grab his tensed arms as you let out gasps of pain.

“Why’re you so fucking clumsy?!” he growls lowly, a menacing aura radiating off his entire being, “what the hells’ wrong with you?! What? You can’t do some simple task without destroying half my goddamn room?!” As Satan speaks, his fingernails dig deeper into your flesh and before you know it, warm tears began rolling down your face.

“Please… calm down,” you murmur, trying your best to hold onto his arms in spite of the sharp pain in your shoulders, “you’re hurting me.”

As if a switch inside him was flipped, his hands relax completely as his eyes glaze over. For a moment, Satan remains completely still, his lips parted ever so slightly, his hands resting gently on the same place he’d previously inflicted so much pain on. Never before in his entire existence had the Demon felt the wrath inside of him dissipate so quickly, so effortlessly, only to be replaced by the heaviness of pure guilt. Your own hands still touch his arms, your fingers wrapping around his forearms with unbelievable tenderness.

“Are you okay?” you ask in a soft voice that manages to knock the wind out of him.

“Why’re you asking me that?” Satan whispers, the ache in his chest intensifying while his eyes begin to burn with tears. Carefully, he grabs your bruised shoulders once more before leaning forward to press his forehead against yours. For a split second you tense up only to relax almost entirely as you place the palm of your hand against his cheek. He leans into the touch without hesitation, tears falling freely. “I’m sorry…” he murmurs, voice trembling as the guilt within him starts to transform into utter disgust toward himself. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

LEVIATHAN

“We can just put it back in the box, Levi,” you say in your calmest tone considering the situation at hand, “it’s still good as new! See?” You close the box, holding it out to show your fuming partner. When he said you could look at his figurines, you didn’t think he meant you couldn’t take one out to touch it. Sure, it was your fault for assuming but did he have to be so angry about it?

“No! It’s not!” Leviathan yells, “it was perfect before you took it out and ruined it!”

“Then I’ll just buy you a new one!”

“It won’t be the same! They don’t make these anymore! ISTG what’s wrong with normies like you? Why can’t you just have respect for my things?!” In his Demon form, it’s hard not to feel a sense of fear creeping up on you the longer the fight carries on. At the same time though, you can’t help but feel an indignant sort of anger.

“I do respect your things! When have I ever disrespected any of your interests?! All I did was take it out of the box, you don’t have to yell at me!” You feel a greater shortness of breath the more you shout but you can’t hold it back anymore: the frustration towards how much care he pours into his figurines and manga compared to you, how easily he snaps when you do such innocuous things. You love Leviathan so, so much but he can definitely be the hardest person to handle sometimes.

“Just—” he exhales sharply running his hands over his face, “put the box down and get out! I don’t wanna see you anymore!” He points to the door, hand trembling slightly from what you can assume is a result of his own frustration. For a second, you almost comply, not willing to continue this childish argument any longer but your pride doesn’t let you leave. Instead, you slam the box back down on his shelf.

“No! We’re gonna talk this out like adults! No more kicking me out when you throw some stupid tantrum!” You demand, releasing a huff of annoyance when you see his eyes stare at nothing but the boxed figurine beside you. “Is that really all you care about, Levi? That I put it down a little bit too hard?” you ask, taking a step towards him, feeling your eyebrows furrow, “hey. Say something. Tell me where I stand in this rela—”

He moves quicker than your brain can process what you’ve just seen but you do feel everything. The hands touching your shoulders, the force of his push, the feeling of your back slamming into his wooden shelf and the back of your head knocking against a corner of the piece of furniture. The pain is quick and sharp as your legs give out instantaneously underneath you. Your vision blurs for a second, you try to lift your arm to touch the back of your head but it’s too heavy. You can’t move. Not yet.

Beside you sits the box that caused it all. It’s still closed securely but the figurine inside is clearly broken. You’re not sure what to feel anymore but… from it all… you do feel… tired…

You brace for impact as your limp body falls forwards only for something soft and gentle to materialise in front of you. Leviathan’s arms are quick to wrap around you as his entire body shakes from his sobs. Your head’s still throbbing a little bit and you’re pretty sure there’s gonna be a nasty bump there tomorrow morning but… he’s so warm… You return return his embrace without even realising it, leaning deep into his chest.

“Why’re you crying?” you murmur, “I’m the one who hit my head, silly.” You let out a brief exhale through your nose although you’re fully aware of the lack of humour in this situation.

“I’m horrible, I’m disgusting,” Levi hiccups, words muffled from the way he buries his face in your hair, “I’m s-sorry… I’m so sorry… (Y/N), I love you more than anything… I hate myself for hurting you… I hate myself… it’s okay if you—if you hate me, too…”

“You’re the worst sometimes…” you laugh breathlessly, “but I don’t hate you. I know you’re good. Just be better, hmm?”

“I will. I swear I’ll be better.”

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Special thanks to you, I love how MC popped through the door to say that 😂

Humans are horrifying part 32

Special thanks to @devildom-curiosity for this one

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Belphie 🔞 Dreams

You watch the avatar of sloth twitch and quietly moan in his sleep. Whatever dream he was having he was certainly enjoying it.

With a loud exhale he woke up. You turned to look at him, “Sleep well?”

He nodded and rubbed his eyes, “I was dreaming about you.”

“Yeah?”

He sits up and bundles the blanket around him like a robe, but you can see he’s sweating and his cheeks are red.

“It’s so warm in here…why the blanket?” You reach for them and he leans away from you.

“No, I’m fine.”

You reach for it again, and snag it, “You’re literally sweating.”

You pull it from him as he frantically tries to grab it back, but fails. You face him again and just happen to glance down before he could grab a pillow to hide his shame. He was fully erect.

“A real good dream huh..?”

He angrily looks away, still bushing heavily, “I said I was fine with the blanket. You brought this on yourself.”

“This is my problem now?”

He nods.

“Well then…that’s fine by me.” You remove the pillow from his waist

“Wait, uh, you don’t have to-“

“If it’s my problem, let me take care of it.” You push him back so he was leaning on his elbows.

He looked to be in shock, but was accepting it.

You lift up his shirt a bit to undo and remove his pants.

“I bet I can be better than your dream.” You smugly say.

His cock is now in front of you. You lick your lips, then wrap your fingers around the base of him. You lean forward and swirl the tip of your tongue to the tip of his dick.

Belphie lets out a breathy, “Ahh…” He looks at you, “Sensitive…”

You smile and return back to what you were doing, now giving long licks from the base and swirling at the tip. Every time you lick him you feel his body clench. You know you’re teasing him and you’re enjoying it.

“Pl…please…enough of the teasing… MC…” He whines.

The teasing was over and his cock slowly enters your mouth. Your hands grip his waist. His heavy breathing and moans were music to your ears. The further you took his cock, the more choked up his breathing became.

You look up at him, making eye contact, you let your spit drip onto his cock before slowly going back down.

You feel the fingers of his right hand run through your hair, helping guide your head bobbing up and down on his cock.

You could only suspect his left hand was gripping the sheets, since you could feel his body start to quiver. His whines and hums becoming louder. His cock was pulsing in your mouth.

“MC…I’m…ahh…” He couldn’t get his words out but you knew what he was getting at, and that didn’t stop you.

In mere seconds his seed was down your throat, you swallow and lick up the mess that been made down there.

You crawl back up and laid beside Belphie, who was now covering his eyes with his arm. His breathing had calmed down from just a few moments before.

You stared at him, then placed a sloppy kiss on his cheek, “I think I should get a reward for that.”

“…” He stayed silent.

You looked at him puzzled, then removed him arm from over his eyes. He was asleep.

You sighed to yourself and covered him with a blanket, heading to your room to now take care of some unfinished business.

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Asmo and bath time 🔞

He loves using his shampoo/body wash on you so you can smell just like him

He gives you massages, making sure he touches every part of you

That definitely leads to something more sensual

When you’re facing him he runs his hands from your shoulders to your chest

Smiles and moves them further to your hips

Pulls you closer so your sitting on his lap

Long story short, he’s inside you now

Bubbles form as you bounce on his cock, his hands guiding your hips up and down

He holds eye contact the entire time making sure to compliment you

“MC…you’re so beautiful.” “You’re doing great.”

When you tell him you’re gonna cum he pulls your upper body closer,

Your head rests in the crook of his neck

“Looks like we need to get clean again…” He smiles

#obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me smut #writing #obey me mc #oh my 😳

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Kissing/Making out with : The Brothers

Lucifer - Is bold, confident, and sensual. He takes control when kissing (unless you really want to, he might let you for a time) Mainly keeping his hands to your waist, hips, or the back of your head, he isn't too much of a groper. Lucifer is also the most likely to constrain your hands in some way, to tease you, belt, tie, just holding your wrists with one of his large hands, he loves to watch you squirm, wanting to touch him. Doesn't like to have fingers run through his hair unless you are in private in his room or office, because he tends to come undone with a nice scalp massage.

Mammon - Is, you guessed it, greedy. This man wants to kiss you so good you wont think of anyone but him. Incredibly needy and touchy, he has a hard time keeping his hands off of you. If you are in public with others, be prepared for a sudden jealous kiss, he's gotta make sure everyone knows that you are his. Likes it if you get handsy too, just be careful of his lower back, he's super ticklish. Can be dominant or submissive, although if he's in a jealous mood he will probably take control. But, (even if he wont admit it, of course) he also loves to have you take control, drag him off to a corner somewhere and kiss him until he can't think straight, and he will be wrapped around your finger, or even little kisses on the cheek or a peck on the lips will have him melting in your hands.

Leviathan - The most shy, especially at first. You need to take the first step, or at the very least tell him you want to be kissed straight up, or be ready to get nothing but blushing stares at your lips. Very awkward and clumsy in the beginning, especially with french kissing, lots of stopping to ask if its okay, if you have him taking control. Much, much easier if you are the one in charge. loves if you sit on his lap when he's at his computer (don't interrupt him when he's gaming though please, although if its a more casual game, its probably fine) just be prepared for a lot of sputtering and blushing. As long as you reassure him, he can be more dominant, and he leans more dominant if he's in his demon form. Probably has a split tongue there, as well, and will wrap you up in his arms and even with his tail.

Satan - Very mostly dominant, and really even if you try and be dominant, he might let you, but in a "aw, look at you trying to take control" way. Likes long, slow make out sessions, most of the time, and would be gentle, but sensual, making sure you are paying attention to him. Not a fan of PDA, but will kiss and make out with you freely in the house of lamentation. If Lucifer has been getting chummy with you, be assured Satan will be sitting you down in the library for as long as it takes for Lucifer to come in and see. If Satan is in a bad mood, he can get very rough, lots of lip biting and leaving lots of hickeys high on your neck so everyone can see. Expect to have bruised lips.

Asmodeus - The avatar of lust of course has the most skill when kissing, he may be smaller than his brothers but its how you use what you have that matters. Gropey, but not in the same way that Mammon is. Asmo likes light touches that test you and have you leaning into them, lightly tracing patterns in your skin. Will kiss you anywhere and everywhere, in his room, in the kitchen, in the hallway at RAD, even in the classroom if he can get away with it. Asmo's kisses are sweet and addicting. Asmo Is very good at keeping dominance right in the middle, with neither him nor you really leading, although of course he can do whatever, if he is the first person you have kissed, he will lead you and teach you everything you need to know about the art of love.

Beelzebub - Beel's kisses are oh-so soft and gentle, but consuming. He is incredibly careful with holding you, though he will wrap you up in his warm, firm arms, and hold you close. Another that doesn't like kissing in public, most kissing with Beel with be in one of your rooms or the attic. Beel loves to take it slow, holding you, staring into your eyes, making sure he is never making you uncomfortable at any time. Also, please praise him, he loves to be praised, tell him how great his muscles are, how nice it is to spend time with him, how sweet he is, anything, it makes him so, so happy. If you don't like french kissing, you are either going to have to learn to like it, or spend the time to work with him to have him not do it, because Beel loves to taste you. If he is in a bit of a bad mood, he can expect to be held a bit firmer, kissed a bit harder, like he is trying to somehow mold the two of you together, so he can be with you forever.

Belphegor - Probably the moodiest of the bunch, Belphie will kiss you in lots of different ways. Lazy kisses in the attic or some other corner of the house, laying down, legs tangled together, probably dozing off a bit. Teasing kisses, playful pecks as he passes you in RAD, eyes twinkling with mischief as he pulls you into his room. Sad kisses, when he's feeling lonely and wants you with him, laying in the attic, petting his hair and kissing him, maybe telling him a story of something to cheer him up a little. Frustrated kisses, when he's mad at you or one of his brothers, so he kisses you roughly, demandingly, hands wandering and running over your skin, making sure you are there, with him. Loves to be kissed awake by you, or a kiss on the cheek when he's clearly grumpy, he will try and keep that grumpy face, but you can see the corner of his mouth twitch as he looks away in a huff, rolling his eyes.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #writing #🥰🥺

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i so deeply believe in mammon being so much more observant then he lets on. he puts on this persona of being 100% completely money obsessed, and yes, it is a huge part of him. but so are you. and he loves to watch you. he notices how you press your lips together when you're holding back a joke. he knows that when you're sad, your eyes crinkle a certain way, and when you're happy, its slightly different. he knows the placement of every mole and freckle on your body, has ran his fingers over every scar and callus. he knows things about your interests and habits that you may not even realize yourself, because mammon knows just where to look. he memorizes your reaction to where he touches you, where he kisses you. he knows your favorite foods and favorite gifts and the words never even had to leave your mouth. mammon loves watching you exist, and thinks that you existing alongside him is the greatest treasure he has.

#obey me #obey me mammon #writing #cute 🥺

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Incorrect quotes #344 Lovers quarrel

Sat: Once I overheard Mc and Lucifer having a fight that went like this-

flashback

Luci: Anything that comes out of your mouth is stupid!

Mc: Lucifer morningstar

End Flashback

Sat: To this day I still laugh out loud in inappropriate settings because I randomly think about it

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #writing #obey me memes #incorrect quotes

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Hbd to the cute otaku~

#obey me #fanart #obey me leviathan #cute 🥺

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MC: Do you have a bag I can borrow?

Lucifer: The only bags I have are those under my eyes and they are specifically designed to carry the weight of my existence.

MC:

MC: You could’ve just said no.

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #excellent 😂😂👌

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Lucifer: Where’s Mammon ?

Mc: Doing stuff.

Lucifer: Don’t like the sound of that, where’s Satan?

Mc: Stopping Mammon from doing stuff.

Lucifer: Belphie?

Mc: Stopping Satan, so Mammon can do the stuff.

Lucifer: And you?

Mc: Distracting you, so Mammon can do the stuff.

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I read your dirty thoughts post and honestly 🥵👀💦

Would I be able to request the characters reacting to MC being a virgin?

"Actually... I'm a virgin..."

Warnings: Mentios of virginity, mentions of being claimed, first time, theres nothing described explicitly but the insinuations are there.

A/N:Honestly theres something very erotic about losing your virginity to a demon. I mean they are demons, so having a corruption kink is just part of their nature. Also I have no idea where I was going with this, some are more creative than others, some are really bad.

I didn't specifie a gender for Mc but I did write it with a Afab!Reader in mind.

Intro: You and your favorite were getting more intimate with eachother, you were kissing eachother getting lost in the moment, when you feel his hands dip inside your pants as he begins to rub your sweet spot.

"W-wait!" he stops hi ministrations. "I-I'm actually a virgin, I've never done anything like this before, so... please be gentle..."

Lucifer

*Cue Lucifers signature smirk* "Is that so?"

Out of all the brothers Lucifer has the biggest corruption kink in my opinion.

He'll treat it a like a very special occasion, it's not every day you lose your virginity.

"Did you know that virgins are especially tempting to us demons?" He'll whisper in your ear. Don't worry Mc you are in very good hands, magical hands that'll make you feel everything.

Honestly Lucifer is one of the best at aftercare, he'll make sure your comfortable and cared for, whatever you want he'll do it for you.

Mammom

It takes Mammon a few seconds to process what you just siad, but when he realizes he looks at you and smirks.

"Oh..." he says as he goes back to rubbing you, "So my little human has never been touched here before?" he has a mocking tone to his voice but his face gives away his tre feelings.

Although Mammon tries to put a "I don't care" facade, the fact that you are comfortable enough with him to let him take your virginity makes him feel all warm and fuzy in a way he never felt. "Don't worry, I'm yer first, I'll' take goo care of ya"

Mammon is not very gentle but he is very romantic, he'll whisper words of praise in your ear, tell you how much he is enjoying being your first and how much you mean to him.

He'll make sure you both cum toghether in the end, and for aftercare he'll pamper you like royalty.

Levi

Levi.exe has sopped working, too much cuteness.

"I'm a virgin to..." Oh GOD DID HE SAY THAT OUTLOUD?!!

He feels like his heart is going to explode, not only is he losing his virginity, but hes taking yours as well, thats too much pressure for one guy!

But then he looks at your face and all his anxiety goes away. It's just you and him now, discovering eachother. It's a bit clumsy and akward in the beginnig, but after sometime you manage to find your own special rithym together.

Aftercare consists of Levi and you cuddling together talking about how you both enjoyed it.

Satan

That was the hottest thing Stan has ever heard, he feels so proud of himself for attaining this type of intimacy with you, it's like theres only you and him in the universe and nothing else matters.

"As you wish", Satan is happy to share this moment with you and he want to cherish it.

He'll be so sweet, constantly asking you how it feels, if you are comfortable always making sure your plasure comes first, even tho you can't form coherent senteces anymore.

He is a curious demon, so he wants to explore your body to the fullest, he'll test a few things with trying to achieve the best result for both of you.

By the end of it your both tired and out of breath, he'll turn to you and ask how you liked it, then cuddle up with you. "If there is anything you need just let me know".

Asmodeus

"Oh...! Well then, I am honored to being your first!", Asmo doesn't hesitate he keeps rubing you, watching your face contort in pleasure. "But you've touched yourself before, haven't you?" you nodd your head "Good, very good"

You chose the right demon to lose your virginity to, hes going to make this a very special momment, a night to never forget.

Asmo is very gentle at first, prepping you and whispering words of praise into your ear as he makes you cum. But as the night goes on he'll have you screaming his name.

Aftercare is a relaxing bath with him, talking about all the exciting things he wants to try out with you.

Beelzebub

Oh wow... is it weird that he is turned on by it? Because he is.

"Don't worry MC, I'll be very careful"

Beel is a very big boy and he knows it, so he takes extra care prepping you and making sure you're ready to take him.

But all the prepp in the world couldn't prepare you to the feeling of him entering you for the first time. Beel takes his time finding the right pace for both of you.

He wants to make sure you're comfortable and ok with everything going on. Hes always asking you for reassurance.

For aftercare he'll bring lots of snacks for the both of you to share and cuddle, he'll listen to whatever you want to talk about.

Belphegor

His eyes go wide as he stares at you genuine suprise on his face, he thought one of his brothers had already claimed you by the time he got out of the attic.

"Cute." is all he says, the truth is Belphie is happy to be your first, it means you trust him.

Belphie will be gentle very gentle, he'll be thrusting lazily into you until you beg him to go faster. "But I thought you wanted me to be gentle?" he mocked. Don't worry just be patient and he'll give you exactly what you want.

After your both done, he'll lay next to you a pull you into his arms and ask how you feel. You both fall asleep right after.

#obey me #obey me imagines #obey me smut #obey me asmodeus #obey me headcanons #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #afab mc #afab reader #writing

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