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sl33pysh33py · 2 months

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wear the hat, ride the cowboy — obey me

a/n: as promised, here are the obey me cowboys with the most votes, sorry it took so long to post ╥﹏╥ dia was originally meant to be included in this but his part got super long and will be posted as a separate fic <3

tags: 2.0k words, female reader x mammon (smoking, blowjob, riding, car sex) + beelzebub (size difference, size kink, riding, mating press). minors do not interact!

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

clouds of smoke blow from mammon’s mouth as he looks down at you. you work wonders on his cock and he hisses as his tip hits the back of your throat.

“what a good girl.” he mumbles in a gruff voice and takes another puff of his cigar. “so pretty.”

he looks out over his ranch as he leans against his truck. you’re on your knees against the ground with your hands digging into his jeans as you face fuck him. his cock fills up your mouth and you pray for this to end with him filling up your pussy too.

you drove out with him to the edge of his ranch this morning to help him fix up a faulty fence. but there was little you could do in your little summer dress and cute cowboy boots. and mammon knew that so he told you to sit back and watch him while he works.

he wouldn’t want you to get your boots dirty. he knows how much you love them.

but as the hours passed under the beating sun, he began to speculate if you ever intended to help at all.

you were having fun sitting in the truck singing along to country music while wearing the hat you stole from him. but he felt your gaze on him; the constant burning on his back wasn’t coming from the high sun, but from your direction.

every time he glanced at you, you had your head in your hands with your elbows propped up on the open window of his truck, eyes glued to him and raking up and down his form as he dug a new fence into the ground.

to make an old cowboy like him blush is not an easy feat. but from the way you watched him closely as he worked on the fence, checking him out until he was sweating through his shirt, mammon felt both adored and turned on.

his cock began throbbing in his jeans and he wondered what kind of things he could do to you in that little dress. while you were benefiting from air conditioning in the truck, mammon’s body was growing hotter and hotter from the thought of you.

and when he was finally done, you jumped out the truck and pressed a kiss to his cheek while he lit up a cigar to relax.

“you worked so hard, baby,” you smile. “you deserve a reward.”

and that’s how you ended up on the ground with his cock deep in your throat. he exhales breathily, resting his head against the truck as you work him up to his orgasm. tension dissolves in his muscles from a simple swipe of your tongue, and before he knows it, he’s shooting ropes of cum down your throat.

the quiet air of the ranch is overcome with his groans and you feel your arousal sticking to your panties as you rub your thighs together for friction.

“is it my turn now?” you pant.

“i thought this was supposed to be my reward.”

“it is,” you grin. “and i’m the reward.”

he smirks in that infamously sexy way and swings open the truck door. as he settles in the driver’s seat, he pats his lap and says “hop on, darlin’.”

with a curt nod bringing your attention back to his hat on your head, know exactly what he means. it’s convenient how every single time you wear his hat, it ends with you riding him at any time and in any place.

he ruffles his hands through his hair while you fidget until you’re comfortable straddling him and he keeps his cigar in his other hand

“ready?” you tease, and wait for his charming wink before pulling aside your panties and sinking down on his cock. “oh my god!”

“not god,” he grunts. “it’s my cock that’s making ya feel good.”

“fuck!”

his hands grip your hips, digging into the flesh as you bounce up and down. you leverage yourself on the wheel, grabbing onto it behind you to hold yourself up while your hips do all the work and it allows you to spread your legs wider.

mammon is wholly enticed by the view, eyes locked on the way your pussy swallows his cock and coats it in a sheen of mixed arousal.

no words are needed. instead, a cacophony of moans and groans fill the vehicle and slowly turns into loud gasps and grunts mixing with the wet sounds of your pussy grinding on his cock.

you bounce with a messy rhythm and his cock hits all the right places, building up the tension in your gut and with one last bounce your body quivers around him. pleasure explodes and ripples through your twitching muscles and your eyes brim with tears.

“mammon!” you scream. “i’m cumming!”

“that’s it, baby,” he grunts. “cum all over my cock.”

he sticks his cigar between his teeth and uses both hands to grab your hips and fuck your trembling body on his cock. you look so pretty in that dress, and even prettier with his cock filling you up.

he rolls his hips slightly, gently fucking you both through the orgasm and his lips attach to the skin of your neck, sucking and biting with desperation.

you lean back gasping, resting against the steering wheel. with your head tossed back, mammon’s hat loses its balance but before it can slip off, you catch it and place it perfectly back on your head.

mammon can’t help but feel amused at the sight, a sense of pride filling his body as his orgasm fades.

he’s never been more happy to lend you his hat.

“attagirl.”

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁

the metal bed frame squeaks from your vigorous spirit. bouncing on beel’s cock often feels like a chore because of its sheer size, especially when you’re doing all the work on top.

your thighs burn from lifting your hips up and down on his length. his cock is long and thick, making it more efficient to plant your feet into the mattress next to his thighs and wrap your arms around his neck for leverage as you slam down on him.

but it requires a lot of energy, good cardio and a whole lot of stamina which you’re beginning to run out of.

beel helps you a little, but he’s riled up and wants to see how long you can keep going before timing out.

and despite your aching muscles and desperate lungs, you keep going, working his thick cock in your greedy pussy because you are not one to lose a bet.

a few hours ago, beel had taken you to the local bar for a drink with his buddies where the conversation had naturally turned more adult. and if it wasn’t the talk alone that slowly turned you on, it was everyone’s interest in yours and beel’s sex life.

beel is a big guy. huge. no one could compare to his massive build. and you are significantly shorter than the cowboy, barely reaching his shoulders.

you always thought the size difference was a good thing. you’re at the perfect height to bury your face in his chest. and beel always grabs things from the top shelf for you. you work perfectly in unison regardless of size discrepancies.

but you didn’t realise the size difference meant everyone else would look at you and assume beel does all the work in the bedroom. it apparently fuelled everyone’s dirty minds and the teasing was endless.

they weren’t wrong.

beel does the work in the bedroom most of the time, but a small part of you felt offended by their condescending jokes that implied you were incapable of taking on a dominant role. you looked at beel, expecting him to defend you and tell them about all the times — the few times — you took the lead in the bedroom, but he sipped his drink quietly, letting them continue their joking.

you’re still unsure of what came over you in the moment, but you decided you were in a daring mood and scoffed loudly before saying:

“how about i ride ya tonight, cowboy?” you smirk. “i’ll remind ya how good i am at fucking ya sorry ass.”

beel stared at you wide–eyed and speechless and you swiped his hat from him and placed it atop your own head, earning jeers and whistles from the group.

beel has never been a confrontational person, in small matters at least. but he had no hesitation in grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of the bar. the usually long drive passed quick enough as he sped down the gravel roads back to the ranch. and the entire time, his hands reached over the console squeezing your thighs and groping between your legs.

when you arrived home, he hoisted you over his shoulder and marched to the bedroom, collapsing onto the old, creaky bed with a grunt. you’ve told him numerous times to replace the bed because it’s far too noisy, especially when you’re going at it like wild animals.

but there’s always something more important on the ranch that needs replacing and the squeaking bedframe, as irritating as it is, stands as a reminder that any bed, new or old, will undoubtedly make noise as long as beel is fucking you on it.

if anything, the noisy bedframe acts as competition for beel. he’ll fuck you so good that you’ll scream his name loud enough for the bed squeaking to be a long–forgotten thought.

but tonight, you’re stuck bouncing on his cock, disguising your breathlessness as moans and doing your best to hide the pain in your thighs.

riding beel is a workout and a half and you wonder if that’s why he’s always keen to be on top, because he doesn’t want you getting tired, which evidently means you can last longer because right now you’re not sure how much longer you can go on for.

“pussy’s so tight,” he groans, enjoying the different position after so long.

at least one of us is having a good time, you think.

you struggle to find your own pleasure in all of your efforts, and it frustrates you further because you know beel’s cock is teasing all the right places. but instead of focusing on the growing pleasure in your belly, you’re distracted by the exhaustion that comes with fucking a man as huge as beel.

fucking such a big, brawny guy exhausts you as much as it turns you on.

even when you switch from bouncing up and down to grinding your pussy back and forth, it’s far too much work to please the big man.

you can’t take it anymore and you still, collapsing onto him with his cock filling you to the brim, and you both to groan loudly.

“i’m sorry, beel,” you gasp for air. “i can’t go on.”

his big, rough, calloused heads capture your face and he brushes your sweaty hair behind your ear. your face glows from the glaze but he realises how tired you are from your flushed cheeks and droopy eyelids.

“we can stop.” he says simply.

“nuh–uh. let’s keep going. but i’m done doing all the work.”

the corners of his lips rise teasingly and he kisses your cheek, muttering sweet praises into your skin.

“so my little cowgirl ain’t all big and bad like she said?”

“no,” you shake your head with pouty lips. “i need you to take over. please? i’m exhausted.”

“all ya had to do was ask, baby,” he swipes his cowboy hat from atop your head and places it in its rightful place atop his. “guess i’ll be taking this back.”

he effortlessly lifts you, holding you close to ensure his cock doesn’t slip from your pussy, and places you onto the mattress. the frame screeches louder as he ruts into you like he always does — with the energy and precision that makes your pussy quiver in seconds.

“fuck, beel!”

his cock runs along your walls and he grabs your legs, tucking his arms behind your knees as he leans down, folding you in half in the process. it’s his favourite position, having you and your pussy completely at his mercy.

with hips completely pressed together, he draws back and slams into your pussy. you scream his name as he continues to ram into you with beastly energy.

“gonna fill ya up, baby,” he thrusts and grunts simultaneously. “gonna stuff ya ‘till ya can’t take any more.”

#this did something primal to me

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sl33pysh33py · 2 months

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Camboy!Mammon he’s so confident on camera and with that cocky smirk of his donations come rolling in so fast he can’t keep up with all the grimm he’s making >_<

Nsfw!

Mammon is so confident in front of the camera, his streams would be sooo hot~!!!

He’s got a simple set up for streaming, nothing too special just some warm lighting and a camera facing his bed or couch depending on his mood.

Mammon takes things as slow as he can, unbuttoning a few buttons of his shirt after every donation, before it comes all the way off.

Other times he starts streams in only boxers or sweatpants on, no boxers under the sweatpants tho- and he’s going to tease his viewers.

Running a hand over the hard outline of his cock and biting his lip as he watches the tips roll in, sighing in relief as he pulls himself out of his sweats, thick and heavy in his hand…still maintaining a leisurely pace followed by light touches and soft groans, all made to keep his viewers entertained~

Rubbing his thumb against a prominent vein running along the side of his cock, the motion urges out more pre-cum, dribbling out in a thick stream, edging himself. It seeps in between his fingers, thin strands webbing. It’s messy, so fucking messy- and the camera loves it!!!

Mammon’s always talking too, jerking his cock and saying how he wishes ‘you’ the viewer ofc <3 was there, touching him, lettin’ him feel ya, lettin’ fill ya up- the tips roll in so much faster when he sounds a little desperate!!!

Whining about how his hand isn’t as good as ‘yours’, he needs your help to cum, needs ya to tip him realllll good to finally push him over the edge.

Having to choke back the moan of your actual name that almost leaves his lips when he cums…

Being the camera closer and covering the lens in his cum, chuckling a bit as he wipes it off. Telling you to look at the mess he made for ya….right before he shuts off the stream.

If only he knew that you really were watching-

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sl33pysh33py · 3 months

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Beel's Takeout - Pt. 3

Beelzebub/reader, 4.2k words

Summary: Beelzebub just can't stop thinking about how good you taste. Switched to reader's POV for some plot building

Read Beel's Takeout:

Part 1

Part 2

The days came and went and it was almost spooky how easily you slipped into the same routines as always given how nosy and watchful the demon brothers seemed to be whenever you were concerned. It wasn’t as hostile as it had been when you’d first arrived, but you could still see some glimmers of distrust in Levi’s eyes or gleams of opportunity in Mammon’s now and then, and you weren’t foolish enough to believe that all of Asmo’s flattery was sincere.

But even so, you’d wanted to avoid causing too much tension when… certain desires had begun to stir. And with how forward Asmo could be; was it any wonder you’d want to explore some… shall we say beneficial friendships with the devious demons you had the privilege of living with for the foreseeable future?

Especially after, for the most part and all things considered, the demons didn’t seem as threatening or deadly as you or even they themselves had once believed.

Well.

There were a few instances that still sent chills through your blood, reminding you of just how mortal you truly were. Moments that, for all his fretting and worry, didn’t seem to come from Beel as often as it had with the others as you’d gotten to know them. Sure, he was big, intimidating, and the way he could eat whole carcasses of roasted beasts only to ask for seconds, thirds, even fourths could make your mind wander and wonder just how many humans had fallen prey to his hunger but on the other hand he was so sweet and docile it was hard to imagine he’d ever so much as spooked a human let alone taken their soul.

He’d been so wary around you, especially when you’d first arrived, speaking candidly about the scent of your soul wafting off your skin and how it made him salivate. Hearing how he hungered for your soul, even needing to snack more frequently to fill his belly with something to avoid it being you should’ve encouraged you to keep your distance, but instead it only made you all the more curious.

After all, what demon would go to such great lengths to avoid preying on their prey?

Sometimes you’d wonder if you were being cruel following him around, but in some wordless form of solidarity you only ever really approached him when he was eating something to try and… help him remain distracted with those urges. Meeting up with him during lunch in the cafeteria, or lingering at dinner while the rest of the brothers tapped out for the evening and left Beel to clear the table.

But then… you began to encounter each other outside of meals. Shared classes were fun, but he wasn’t the best potions partner and you’d worried about the consequences of failing while in this place. Was the worst case being sent home or becoming the next ingredient? Not exactly something you’d like to find out.

It still hurt to see the knowing look of disappointment in his eyes when you’d declined to be his partner in the next project.

The moment you saw it, you knew it was something you didn’t want to see again.

But he’d never given you the opportunity after that.

Instead, he invited you to see him play Fangol. Maybe he wanted to help Mammon watch over you, or noticed the guilt in your eyes (or smelled it on your soul?), you couldn’t say but the first game you witnessed was when those first feelings began.

Sports had never really been your strength, something fun to do when you were younger maybe but not enough to take seriously or put your body through so much effort to build muscle. Then, if you weren’t an avid player, why would you bother watching?

You’d never had a friend to root for before.

Someone to watch while they raced down the field.

Holding your breath as they sprinted full speed with the rival team close at their heels, just out of reach of a tackle with the goal line inching closer and closer in sight.

Someone to jump to your feet and cheer for ecstatically when they’d made it only to look up at the stands and meet your eyes, holding the ball triumphantly in the air with the biggest, happiest grin you’d ever seen.

Yeah.

It had to be around then.

Those moments.

With sweat running down his back, making his jersey cling to his thick, muscular frame, violet eyes alive with adrenaline and drive, eager to do it all over again.

Those moments when you’d first began to fantasize….

First began to be a little more forward.

A little more flirtatious.

A little more curious and exploratory.

Sometimes he’d play coy, or maybe he was entirely naive, but every once in a while he’d reciprocate. Mention something about the way you looked today, or how your scent had become something comforting to him. Something he’d looked forward to…

…so why, after that night, was he starting to withdraw from you?

It wasn’t anything too obvious, at least not to his brothers. He’d always been emotionally neutral in larger crowds, but you could feel him pulling away. Whenever you two might be in the same room alone together, he’d remember something or mutter something about needing a snack and disappear. Even hanging around the kitchen proved to be fruitless, so he must’ve started hiding food in his room too.

To… avoid seeing you?

It was the only reason you could think of, and after the fourth dinner where he’d left the table before everything was cleared, you had your answer.

Maybe he regretted what had happened. Was he embarrassed? Or could it have something to do with you?

Stupid. You almost had to laugh at yourself for adding an extra layer of insecurity while living among demons of all things. How many stories had you heard from Solomon of lifetimes long ago with demons punishing sorcerers for poorly worded spells and contracts? Even if he’d laugh it off shortly after and say it ‘was a long time ago’ and ‘humans are much wiser in their manipulation of mana, giving them more of an equal footing at the negotiation table’ and whatever other nonsense he’d ramble about.

Yet here you were, lying in bed and staring up at the ceiling, wondering if you’d turned one of your closest friends away because you’d wanted to get a little freaky.

“This is what I get for being thirsty,” you muttered under your breath as you crossed your arms over your eyes with a sigh. Should’ve just let the urges pass, or paid more attention to demonic anatomy and the effects of a demon’s allure on the human mind. For all his rambling, Solomon never had an answer for why all the demons were ridiculously overpowered and super sexy other than ‘well because it makes it easier to seduce and capture their prey’.

Entirely unfair.

What were you even supposed to do now? Would he tell Lucifer? Belphegor? Ugh, would he even look at you again or did you just make everything stupidly awkward for no damn reason at all?

“Thirsty, huh?”

You froze, worries vanishing in an instant as your blood ran cold.

Surely that had to be your imagination. There was no way he’d actually be here.

You slowly lowered your arms, heart freezing in your chest when your eyes met with two violets glowing cold in the low light.

“What do you mean by that?” Belphegor asked with a slight tilt of his head, eyes never leaving yours.

Yeah, you definitely should’ve let those thoughts stay intrusive.

Your throat dried the moment you swallowed, staring up at him speechlessly. He was perched on the headboard of your bed, somehow weightless and balanced but his presence was so heavy he may as well have been sitting on your chest.

He chuckled softly as if reading your thoughts as he loomed closer. “I know you’re awake,” he said, “tell me what you meant. Why is it your fault for being thirsty?”

You stared at him blankly for a moment, then blinked and tried to laugh it off. “O-oh… just uh… dry mouth,” you mumbled. “Dehydrated. Tired.”

His gaze remained unwavering as if he might be reading your thoughts again, but… he couldn’t do that, right?

Or was that just another way demons were stupidly overpowered?

“I see,” he said quietly. “You should drink more water then, humans require a lot of it.”

“Y-Yeah…” you mumbled weakly, trying to keep calm. Ever since that night the two of you had more or less avoided each other. Maybe you should’ve been more cautious or told Lord Diavolo you’d wanted different living arrangements, but you were nothing if not a pushover to keep the peace.

And you’d hate to see the brothers all turn on each other over a human…

Fuck, maybe you really shouldn’t have messed around with Beel.

The edge of his smile quirked up and he leaned forward to rest his hands at either side of you over the covers, more or less pinning you in place.

“Beelzebub would be upset if you collapsed from malnutrition,” he said smoothly, grinning all the more when your breath stilled and his horns began to extend from his crown. “You don’t want to upset him now, do you?”

You sucked in a breath, but didn’t trust yourself to speak and merely shook your head. He didn’t want that either, right? You still had pacts with Mammon and Beel… could one of them get here fast enough?

His grin widened and memories flickered by.

No.

No they wouldn’t.

“Good,” he murmured, looking down at your face and releasing you from his direct gaze to adopt a more pensive expression. “You at least have some sense.”

“Thanks…?”

He smirked again. “He’s been acting… strange the last few days. Do you know why?”

So quickly that tentative flicker of hope wavered.

“N-not really, no,” you lied.

“Mm…” he hummed to himself. “Maybe not enough to keep yourself alive…”

“What?”

His eyes flicked to yours again with a brief glimmer of disgust.

“I’m sure I don’t have to get too specific, but if you’re a threat to Beel, I will remove you.”

You shivered again and swallowed reflexively, feeling the ghost’s grip firm around your neck.

“I know,” you whispered, and he smiled again.

“Enough sense to survive,” he mused, leaning back. “You really don’t know why he’s acting strange?”

You shook your head. “No… but if I did something, would you tell him I’m sorry? Or…” you trailed off when his amusement faded. “Never mind. I’ll uh, try to be more careful?”

“See that you are,” he said, hopping off the headboard and disappearing from your view without a sound. “Or I’ll visit you again. I’m sure you’d prefer to avoid that.”

You wheezed out a soft laugh, too afraid to agree aloud but the soft shut of your door brought such a wave of relief you could feel the tears pricking in your eyes.

“Yeah, no kidding,” you said, throwing off the covers and checking under your bed, then the closet, and finally opening the door to peer down the hall to make sure he truly had gone.

“Why the hell didn’t they ever give me a lock on this stupid door?” you muttered under your breath, shutting it tight. Would it be obnoxious to barricade it?

Wait, never mind demons could just punch through brick walls like they were paper.

You sighed and paced about your room, trying to calm your nerves. Belphegor wasn’t stupid, but he wasn’t one to bluff needlessly either. So something had to be wrong with Beel. Maybe he was sick? Maybe it had nothing to do with you at all.

Maybe…

Maybe you were overthinking it all. After all, with all manner of unimaginable powers and manipulations, what could one dumb human do to a demon really?

Yeah.

Yeah!

You laughed away your shaking legs, crawling back into bed.

Don’t be stupid. You were just a run of the mill human, nothing more than a footnote in their lives. Soon to be forgotten once this exchange program came to an end. You pulled the covers up over your head, silently banishing all the thoughts that teased in the edges of your mind of what that end could possibly mean until you finally, fitfully, fell asleep.

It didn’t take long for the covers to feel restrictive once more, the mattress sinking at either side from some unseen weight. Not just with hands, no, this time…

“I swear I didn’t do—”

You tried to roll onto your back, but the covers kept you pinned so you could do little more than turn your head. Once more you were met with violet eyes glowing in the low light. Maybe you should’ve told Diavolo you wanted to sleep somewhere else. What in your head made you think it’d be safe to—

“I’m so… hungry.”

Relief came swift and you breathed out the racing of your heart. “O-Oh… it’s you, Beel. You scared me.”

A subtle buzz of an insect’s wings told you he wasn’t concealing his demon form before your eyes adjusted to see the horns adorning his crown, eyes glowing low with a slight tinge of red. He’d seemed distracted, but met your gaze.

“I… did?” he murmured softly with another low buzz at his back.

“Well… yeah, a little,” you said with a lighthearted grin, trying to roll over again but he was straddled on all fours around you and the blanket held you firmly in place. “Um, it’s not bad though, just surprising. I don’t usually get visitors so late.”

A lie, but it didn’t take a genius to guess Belphegor would prefer you keep your chat between the two of you.

“Oh,” he moved to sit up on his knees, freeing you to roll onto your back while he looked around the room. “It is late, isn’t it? Did I wake you?”

“It’s fine,” You said with a smile, sitting up on your elbows and scooting out from under him. “Are you okay? Did you need help making a snack?”

You might not be a pro in the kitchen, but at least you could finish cooking something without the ingredients miraculously disappearing throughout the process. Was it stupid to find that sort of endearing in Beelzebub? His confusion and disappointment at never being able to quite hold back from snacking throughout was rather sweet, especially since he tried so hard to manage his gluttony.

Especially when it came to you. If demons were accustomed to consuming humans, you would’ve figured he’d be the most dangerous but he’d always—

“A snack…” he repeated as if listening to you from a distance. A low growl rumbled in his belly and you couldn’t help the smile.

“I could—”

The words left you in a startled huff, strong hands pinned at your shoulders with red violet eyes staring down.

“Not… hungry,” he murmured, wings kicking up in a low buzz. “Starving.”

“I could make some hell popcorn?” you offered, “Or maybe—”

Warmth dripped onto your neck and you froze, looking up to see that those eyes… weren’t seeing you. No, they were seeing…

“B...Beel?”

He blinked, the red glow in his eyes fading ever so slight as he swallowed, still keeping his hands firm on your shoulders.

“I… can’t…” He bowed his head. “I can’t… stop… wanting…”

Another audible growl rumbled between you, and you hardly dared breathe.

Shit.

Fuck.

Shit fuck.

He wasn’t…

He wouldn’t.

Would he?

“Beelzebub?” you reached up to touch his arm. “Are you… okay?”

His grip tightened around your shoulders and he breathed in through his mouth.

“I was never allowed to go to the human world,” he said softly, “Not after… not alone…”

Just stay calm. If there was anything useful coming out of Solomon’s mouth it was that small piece of advice.

Stay calm.

Remember your pacts.

Keep a clear head.

“Humans are tempting to you, aren’t they?” You said, reaching up to hold his other arm as well, gently caressing to soothe and ground him. “Is it our souls that taste good?”

He nodded, “Belphie used to feed me… before… but it’s been so long since I…” Another buzz sent a shiver running down your arms at the breeze, and he finally looked at you.

“Are you… afraid?”

“A little,” you admitted with a sheepish smile. “You are holding me down.”

Hurt flashed across his face. “I can’t let go.”

“Are you afraid to?”

Another nod.

You bit your lip.

“Do you want to hurt me, Beelzebub?”

A brief pause.

Then a small shake of his head.

You closed your eyes and tried to feign a confidence you didn’t feel. “Good, I trust you.”

“You do?”

Okay, now how did he manage to make you feel guilty for that? The surprised sincerity in his voice…

“I do,” you said, keeping your voice as level as could be while you rubbed up his arms. “You’re my friend, right?”

His hesitation made you open your eyes again, but he wasn’t looking at you anymore.

Something about his expression made you wonder…

“Do you… want to eat me, Beel?”

He flinched and his grip tightened around your shoulders.

Then he nodded ever so slight.

“But if you do that, we won’t be able to spend time together anymore.”

“… I know.”

He still wouldn’t meet your gaze, but somehow, most likely foolishly, you still wanted to trust him.

To believe in him.

“Don’t you want to spend more time together?”

“I…”

His eyes flicked up to yours, giving you the briefest glimmer of hope.

“I… I want…”

You smiled, squeezing his arms gently to encourage him.

But so quickly those soft violets turned red.

“I’m so…”

“B-Beel… you’re hurting me—”

A low, hungry growl filled the space between you, making your heart freeze at the sight of the demon looming over your head. Sharp fangs flashed into view, insect wings spreading as another growl resonated, this time from his throat.

“Be—”

Your breath hitched, muscles tensing and fear freezing the blood in your veins as a thick, hot lick dragged across your throat. You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak.

Only let out a pathetic whimper as those fangs grazed over such delicate skin.

He’s going to eat me.

Tears prickled in your eyes, and you dug your nails into his arms. There was no hope. No chance you could fight him off, let alone do anything to him that he’d even notice.

Beelzebub.

You squeezed your eyes shut, breathing in a shaky breath.

“P-Please… don’t—”

A low, dissatisfied growl answered you and a few tears ran across your temple, seeping into your hair.

But.

The weight above you shifted.

Grip loosened.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, so heady and high it almost felt as if it was pounding in your head. He didn’t seem to be making any moves, didn’t dare make a sound. But you weren’t exactly eager to look into the eyes of Gluttony again.

“It… tasted different.”

You choked back a soft cry, trying to swallow it down. There it was again. That strange innocence in his voice.

His hands finally left your shoulders, and the weight lifted only to focus more around your legs.

“I… I don’t like it,” he murmured even softer, almost… tender.

You chanced a small peek at him to find him kneeling back and looking at the small indents you’d left on his arms.

He traced his finger around a few of them, brows furrowed in thought.

“Your soul was sweeter… that’s what I wanted… not bitter….”

You breathed out slowly and took a chance to sit up and scoot back on your elbows, little by little working your way out from under him. If you could just scoot enough, you could—

His eyes focused on you again and you froze.

“Why don’t you taste the same?”

Still red, but with a kiss of violet.

Your heart squeezed in your chest and you let out a broken laugh. Gods be damned, you were stupid.

“Wh-What? I don’t know what you mean… I showered before bed.”

He tilted his head slightly, then shook his head. “No, that wouldn’t make it different. Not like that.”

You managed to scoot back far enough to lean against the headboard and tucked your knees up to your chest. Another stupid thought, but a small barrier brought some comfort. Should you use your pact with him now? Order him away?

You chewed your lip.

That would hurt him.

And make Belphegor mad.

But mostly hurt him.

And you really didn’t want to do that.

Idiot.

He looked down at his hands again, wings fluttering briefly in thought. “I wanted more of before, when your soul tasted spiced and sweet.”

“When my…” You furrowed your brows. “I’m sorry, I still don’t know what you mean, Beel.”

“At the hotel,” he said, placing his hands on the bed and lowering down to lean in close, meeting your eyes.

Mostly violet with a tinge of red.

“Your soul was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted,” he said, “and I can’t get the taste out of my head. I need more of it.”

“More of…”

Your face warmed and you tried to lean back, but there was nowhere left to go.

“O-Oh… you mean when we…?”

He nodded eagerly, the gentleness in his mannerisms returning so quickly.

Was Solomon right in how unnaturally demons could alter their behavior to gain trust, or was he truly sincere?

You bit your lip, remembering how careful he had been then… so gentle… so timid….

“You can taste my soul?” you whispered, and he nodded again.

“When Belphie gives me souls, I taste very little, but with you…” He furrowed his brows. “Maybe because your soul is still in your body…”

You forced a laugh and hugged your legs to your chest. “Sorry, but this kind of talk isn’t exactly making me feel good right now.”

“It isn’t?” That time you almost laughed for real at his genuine surprise. But instead, looking into his eyes almost felt….

He leaned back and sat on his heels. “You’re afraid of me.”

“No, no!” You said instinctively, sitting up straighter. “It’s not that, I just…”

But his expression said it all.

“You thought I was going to hurt you.”

“I…”

Well.

Yeah.

Obviously.

You bit your lip and rested your chin on your knees.

“Maybe a little.”

He was quiet for a moment, eyes scanning yours before he lifted his hands again and turned over his arms, frowning again when he saw your marks.

“Maybe a little,” he repeated to himself, face contorting as if sick. “Maybe you should be. Maybe more.”

“But you didn’t want to, right?” You asked, unsure if you were trying to comfort him or reassure yourself. “You stopped because I was scared, didn’t you?”

He didn’t answer, or rather, didn’t seem to be listening.

“I should tell Lucifer,” he said finally, getting up off the bed.

Lucifer?

Embarrassment rushed to your face and you turned. “No! Wait don’t do that!”

“I have to,” he said, covering your scratches with one of his hands and holding his arm to his chest. “You’re not safe. I hurt you.”

“But I hurt you too,” you insisted, gesturing to his arms. Please anything but telling Lucifer. You did not want that awkward conversation, especially since it’d probably mean you’d have to talk to Diavolo too.

And you were pretty damn sure there was no way that conversation wouldn’t be awkward as fuck.

“That’s not the same,” he said with a shake of his head, still holding his arm close while he walked to the door. “Please sleep, I promise I won’t be a danger to you anymore.”

Huh?

“Beelzebub, wait!” You moved to stand up, but he was ignoring you again.

Just as he’d reached for the door, you let out an exasperated.

“Dammit, Beel, I said stay!”

Invoking the pact with such force made his body lock in place, caught frozen mid-step with his hand reaching for the door. He tried to turn his head and just managed to look at you through the corner of his eye.

“Wh… why are you… I have to leave, it isn’t safe for me to stay.”

“Yeah, but I can almost guarantee whatever you’re thinking of doing right now is the wrong thing,” you said, placing your hands on your hips. Belphegor would surely lose his shit if Beel was punished and be more than happy to blame you for it.

And you sure as shit were not about to give him an opportunity to retaliate.

“But, I—”

You shook your head and pointed at the bed. “Come over here and sit. You and me are going to figure this out, and if we can’t I will go get Lucifer, got it?”

He hesitated, and somehow that bolstered your confidence.

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

Slowly, he shook his head and turned, obeying your order and taking a seat at the edge of your bed while you stood in front of him with arms crossed.

“Okay,” you said, standing over the Avatar of Gluttony.

“Now explain to me what you mean by wanting to eat my soul.”

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The Brothers Cock Warming M!MC

Probably has been before but oh well. I wanted to add my own little pizazz to it. Also not a lot of male mc.

Tags: the brothers are on the receiving end, cock warming, praise kink, degradation kink, office sex, male mc/AMAB reader, teasing, and edging. Read at your own risk!!

Lucifer

This man is so hard to get away from his work

He’s practically married to it (and maybe Diavolo)

The moment you walk into his study he immediately tried to dismiss you, thinking you are one of his brothers

Boy was he ever so wrong

“Luci.” You would call out

His head immediately shoots up and he drops his pen

He would be so happy to see you he wouldn’t be able to help the corners of his lips curving upwards

You’d walk over to him and waste no time in kissing him

He’d kiss back and your plan is set in motion

Time skip to when you’re shedding his clothes off of him

If you really want him to cockwarm you, you have to get him in the mood

It’s pretty easy to do, too

Start by slowly undoing his tie and slowly unbuttoning his vest while softly kissing his nape

He’ll get impatient but he’ll also be curious

“You know, I haven’t seen you all day. I’ve missed you.”

Find any excuse to praise him

Whether if it be complimenting his looks or complimenting his behavior; it gets him riled up and ready

But what he doesn’t expect is when you both are only sitting there, cock fully sheathed inside him

He gets confused but catches on pretty quickly

He picks up his pen gets back to work

But let’s be real here

He’s not getting anything done

Not when you have the chance to screw with him in the best way possible

You’d start by wandering your hands all over his body while nipping at any reachable exposed skin

Then you’d move on to shifting slightly on purpose so you’d move inside him

You’d continue this until he gets fed up

“You’re being very annoying today.” He’d say a few minutes before he rides you completely

He’d get so lost in the feeling of you filling him up he forgets about his work for the rest of the day

He’s not going to stop riding you until you beg for mercy

Prepare to have a sore dick the next day

Mammon

Finding Mammon is easy

But if you can’t find him, just text him a “I need you. Come here now.” And it doesn’t matter where he is, he’ll be there in 2 minutes flat.

You get straight to the point

You tell him to undress while you sit in his bed, watching him obey your command

You find it endearing

So you reward him by stuffing him full with your cock

“Look at you taking me so beautifully. So perfectly. Almost as if you were meant for this.”

Praise him but lightly degrade him if you want to reward him

But if you want to punish him? Don’t say anything and watch him squirm on your unmoving length

But it’s only a matter of time before you snap and can’t handle how hard he’s clenching you

Before you knew it, Mammon was on all fours getting pounded into his own mattress

You love the noises that come from his mouth so much you have to praise him for it

“Such a good boy. Taking me with such little effort. Such a good boy for me.”

Praise him and he’s spilling on the sheets while screaming your name

It’s long last an hour before you finish inside him

You love him so much you found it in you to clean up everything (and find a healing spell of some sort bc let’s be honest here. He’s ruined.)

When you’re done with aftercare, you pull the second eldest close to your chest and fall asleep until you wake up a few hours later to do it all over again

Mammon loves it when you do that

Leviathan

Levi lost a bet against you while playing a video game

He lost and now he has to face the consequences

Sitting on your cock while he plays a game with a few online friends

Oh, and open mic, too

“I might not be at my best this time, guys.” He’d say as the round starts bc he knows you aren’t letting him off easy

He lost, remember?

For the first game you’re completely content, but the second game you get a little more teasing

You start lightly rocking your hips upward and running your hand gently up and down his waist, sometimes squeezing

Each time you do, Levi tries to compose himself by sharply inhaling and keeping his voice down

The next couple games you’re now thrusting a couple inches inside him, enjoying the way he struggles to focus and keep quiet

The next few games you’re now kissing up and down his exposed back while still pumping the same two inches inside him at the slowest pace you could manage

It was starting to make him squirm under you and letting out small breaths and quiet whimpers

You both stay like this until his friends go offline and Levi crumbles as he switches to his demon form

He’d somehow turn around with you still inside him and start bouncing away

His tail comfortably wraps itself around your leg and his hands are on your chest

Each time Levi lowers himself, you raise your hips to meet him halfway

You hit his sweet spot every time

It’s only a small amount of time before he’s gone and spills over both of your chests

You flip him around and start pounding into him

A few thrusts later and you’re stroking yourself, shooting onto his balls

You both quickly recover and clean up before you play another game with him

Levi would be distracted the entire time as he replays what happened mere moments ago in his mind

He looses again

Satan

This nerd immediately knew what you were trying to do

So he wasted no time in tying you to his bed and siting comfortably down onto your length with a book in hand

You’re still inside him when he lays back against your chest while reading the rest of his book

He could spend hours just sitting on your dick and you’d be helpless just laying there, hard, inside him for hours on end

Eventually though, he’d get bored and turn his body around to face you, book placed down beside you

“I’m going to make you feel so good you will never want to leave.”

He’d say something so hot you twitch so violently inside him he squeaks quietly

You find it cute

But your little smirk turns into an open ‘O’ when Satan brutally starts bouncing

He’s slamming himself down so hard you’re moaning with him

He wouldn’t stop there either

He’d play with your nipples, pinching and licking them whenever he wants

It’s not a shocker when you’re the one unloading inside him first

Your mind gets so clouded with lust you start to raise your hips in time with Satan’s bounces but the demon wouldn’t allow it

He’d force your hips down and get even more rough, his ass jiggling from how much force he’s using

You cum a second time before Satan cums once

Taking advantage of Satan’s brief break, you take the moment to look down at yourself

Your chest is cover with bite marks and hickeys

The same goes for your stomach, except it’s now coated with Satan’s cum

You’re hard again inside him and Satan smirks

“I’m not stopping tonight. I’m going to put you in a wheelchair by morning.”

He wasn’t wrong

You could barely feel your legs and it felt like yo were missing your pelvis completely not to mention how sore your dick was

You’d wait awhile before attempting something like that again

Satan comes up with an idea to wear cat-themed lingerie next time

He’s sure you’d get a kick out if it

He’d have a blast showing it off to you before brutally riding you all night again

He’d accidentally rip the fabric of the lingerie and get sad

He was really happy with the look of it too

Oh well

He’ll buy another piece

Asmodeus

If you thought you’d be in control, you’re sorely mistaken

Similar to Satan, he’s tying you up to his bed

But he’s not just going to cockwarm you

He’s going to edge you beyond humanly possible

He’d start by rolling his hips in a circle before rolling them up and down

Then he’d wiggle his ass a little and delightfully watch you squirm under him

He repeats this more than enough times to start getting you to beg

He hears you but ignores you

He’s too busy with rolling his hips and sucking your nipples and cupping your balls

He’d pleasure you until you feel that knot in your stomach tighten

Then he’d lift himself off your dick and sit on it until you start pouting

Then he starts the process all over again

This time he starts touching himself

He strokes himself in time with his rolling and your moans and desperate cries for more

But he ignores you and says not until he’s climaxing on your chest

And so that’s exactly what happened

He moans your name and spills on your stomach, some shooting onto your face and chest

He licks his mess up before lifting himself off your cock and crawling backwards while still making eye contact with you

Before you know it, your cock is in his mouth as you’re face fucking him stupid

Your length reaches the back of his throat and he happily accepts it

Asmo’s throat game is god-tier

He knows when to swallow around you and when to use his tongue

It’s not long before you’re spilling everything you’ve built up down Asmo’s throat

Asmo smiles and licks his lips before undoing your bindings

“Let’s do that again sometime. I enjoyed it.”

Beelzebub

If Beel is going to cockwarm you, it’s with his mouth

You’ll most likely find him in his shared bedroom (alone most of the time considering Belphie doesn’t sleep in one spot too often)

You find him there and you lean against the door, watching him finish the last of his midnight snack

You smirk to yourself and muster up the most not-sexual tone you could manage

“Still hungry? I have a snack just for you if you are.”

You’d walk over to him and sit down on the bed and he’d look at you with a confused look

He looks adorable when he does that

You lean back with one arm supporting you and use your other to lift your shirt up and all Beel could do to respond was nod with a smile

And getting on his knees in between your legs

You both have done this a handful of times before, he knows you like it and he’s happy doing it for you (he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel aroused himself)

So Beel got to work immediately

Undoing your belt (if you have one on) and unzipping your pants to pull your hardening length out through the hole

Beel grabs the base of your shaft before licking your tip

It takes all your strength not to fuck his face

Then he engulfs your entire length in one go, down his throat

Your hand immediately finds is way to his hair and your hips start to grind against his throat

You can’t help but groan when he swallows around you

The warm wetness of his mouth combined with how skilled his tongue swirls around you send heatwaves throughout your loins

You get to full mast after a couple minutes of throbbing in Beel’s throat

By now you’re panting lightly and running your hand through his orange locks

“You’re so good at this, Beel. Oh Shit. Can I?” You’d ask him and he’d hum around you, giving permission

Then, next thing you know you’re holding his head with both hands as you fuck his throat

Surprisingly, no matter how hard you go, he never chokes or coughs

He just swallows all of you

And the thought of that is what sends you over the edge and you’re unloading down his throat

You collapse on the bed behind you

Beel will patiently wait for you to recover before you sit back up again and kiss him

You cup both of his cheeks with your hands and kiss him with such fever it almost felt like a desire. A desperate need

You pull away and grin

“My turn, babe.”

Belphegor

Belphie loves to cockwarm you

It doesn’t take up too much energy and he doesn’t have to do much

You two are normally cuddling when this happens

You spoon him as you two nap on his bed, still inside him

Usually, quite surprisingly, Belphie is the one to wake up first

And being the little shit he is, he loves to mess with you

So he’ll start slowly rocking his hips back against you to wake you up

Once you are awake, you hold him closer to you

“You’re being naughty today, Belphie.”

So you start rocking your own hips against him as you reach around and cup his balls with your hand

Belphie makes little, quiet sounds as you tease him

“So full, love. We’re you having a nice dream?”

You start to whisper dirty things in his ear and he starts to moan more freely, albeit quiet

You still love to here his voice

While still cupping his balls with your hand, you use your other one to stroke him

You stroke at a painfully slow pace, making Belphie thrust himself lightly into your hand and back against your cock

You start leaving kisses on his neck and shoulder, sometimes biting

Over time, you slowly start to increase your stroking pace and thrust speed

The combined pleasure from your cock and you stroking him soon sends him into his climax, spilling onto your hand and the sheets below him

You soon quickly finish off as you pick up your pace thrusting inside him

When you pull out of him, you turn him to face you and you kiss him

“You did wonderful, love. Like always.”

You smile and kiss him again

“So did you.”

Belphie’s words made you feel butterflies in your stomach

He was so cute

It almost makes you want to smother him with kisses

Oh wait

You can

And you do

You kiss him until both of your lips are numb

“I love you, Belphie.”

“I love you, too.”

End.

A/N: Sorry if there’s any typo’s! This took me several days to make considering I didn’t have any motivation to continue working on it until now (and I don’t have the energy to revise and edit any of this). But it’s here and I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know if y’all want more or not. I’m always open for requests! I tried to keep everyone canon-accurate so I hope it is. Thanks for reading :)

#morally obligated to reblog Beel d/ck sucking content

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OnlyFantoms???

om brothers x reader

wc : 2.k

warnings : nsfw, gn!reader with skirt wearing (mammon, satan), panties/lingere wearing (satan, asmo), online sharing

synopsis : let's see what the latest trending porn videos are

a/n : for some reason, tumblr desktop is making the symbols bold and way bigger than they're supposed to be, so if you're on desktop just ignore how that looks :/

being asked about it in a livestream

Your legs are spread open for the camera, hooked over your boyfriend’s with no chance of closing them, while his hand is shoved down the front of your bottoms. The other roams your body— sliding up your shirt and wrapping around your throat. Your arms are clearly straining themselves as they hold your body up, all so you could rock your hips against Lucifer’s fingers; though the view is covered by your clothes, the slick sounds are all too clear, giving away how aroused you really were. When your arms finally give out and you fall back against his chest, there’s a shift in the air that you can practically feel as his bicep flexes under the fabric of his shirt, free arm yanking you up higher on his lap so he can finger you harder. Over the sound of your moans and cries for him to ‘please let me cum, been s’good for you, please please please’, you can hear Lucifer’s signature low chuckle and the faint sound of his shaky breathing before he’s giving you permission, outright laughing when you squeal and jerk in his grasp. His hand slips from your bottoms, and though his face isn’t in frame, it’s clear he’s licking your cum off his fingers right before the video cuts off.

Good grades get rewarded | 0:45 seconds | 108.k views | 100.k likes | 97.k comments

Lucifer?!

Hand cam hand cam hand cam

Dude, isn’t Mc a straight A student? THIS IS WHAT THEY GET FOR EVERY A??

I’d good grades too if I had the morning star behind me like this

^I’d get good grades if I could have Mc in my lap like this tf

†

Panting and moaning fill the dim atmosphere, mixing in with the faint sound of slapping skin as large hands push and pull at your hips. The camera is positioned only to catch your lower bodies, but through the dark you can still catch the bobbing of Mammon’s adams apple and the curve of your mouth as you place kisses along his jaw. His grip on your hips makes your skirt ride up higher and higher, showing more and more slivers of skin until your entire ass is on display. There’s a shine- the mix of your cum and his- everytime he pulls you up, only to disappear with a filthy ‘shlick’ as he yanks you back down onto his cock. There’s a natural haze to the lens and the windows are entirely fogged up— sweat is beading and rolling down his exposed chest, showing you’ve been at this much longer before the recording ever started. By now, the second born has started emitting whiny growls as he switches to grinding you and the audio picks up a nearly inaudible choked out version of your name before his arms are circling around you and he’s lifting you up slightly with his last thrust. It’s quiet as you pet his hair while he’s busy massaging your waist- and then you're reaching over to grab the camera with a giggle, angling it to see the mess you’ve both made over your clothes. There’s a hushed ‘Lucifer’s gonna kill us-!’ before the screen goes black.

Greed is the name of the game | 2:45 minutes | 95.k views | 91.k likes | 86.k comments

A Y O???

PLS mammon sounded so hot

I don’t know who I’m jealous of or who I’d rather be rn

I wanna be the car

Come get y’all’s dinner, we’re eating good toDAY

†

The pretty lighting of the fish tank washes over you, highlighting the red scratch lines trailing down Levi’s abdomen to where you’re placing kisses along his hips and pelvis. The sounds are a bit exaggerated- both to make the demon squirm in embarrassment- and because you’ve got the hood of his jacket thrown up to cover your face. Levi’s got his arms pressed close to his chest, hands gripping the controller so hard the plastic creaks every so often; you can hear the shooting from his game and the frantic mashing of buttons. When you finally take his cock in your mouth, seen by your head bobbing at a fast pace, a loud moan rips from his throat and his hips begin thrusting against your ministrations. The room is filled with whines and whimpers, begs to ‘please go faster’, and your amused laughing. There’s a distinct pop when you pull off his cock and replace your mouth with your hand, all so you could lean up and slam your lips against his. Levi throws the controller to the side, hands scrambling to grab the back of your head and the wrist of the hand that’s jerking him off. He’s practically brainless now as he cries and begs for you to make him cum, switching between that and making those lewd, slick, noises whenever your tongue plays with his. When you command him to cum, he shrieks at the intensity, pulling you closer and closer until you're on top of him and his cum is streaking your clothes. There’s a meek ‘I’m sorry’ and the sound of your giggling before your hands go to the waistband of your pants and the video cuts off.

Motivation for true gamers | 1:30 minutes | 87.k views | 85.k likes | 74.k comments

Making these sounds my alarm as we speak

WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN

Suddenly I’ve become a master gamer

Never picked up a controller in my life but I’m otw to buy one rn

Reverse the roles please I beg!!

†

There’s a fairly large spellbook in your hands as you sit on your boyfriend’s lap at one of the library tables; he has his head buried in the crook of your neck, fingers digging at your hips as he subtly rocks you back and forth over his cock. The side profile shows only your skirt bunched up to your upper thighs and lace green panties tugged down to your knees— everything is completely covered, even when Satan gets bold and begins bouncing you up and down. No sounds are made except for a faint creaking of the chair and the spellbook thudding against the table when your back arches. All movements halt when someone’s shadow passes by, but as soon as they’re gone, your arms reach back to wrap around Satan’s neck, fingers burying in his blonde locks and tugging desperately. You can’t help the way you begin fucking Satan without his guidance or the way short whimpers begin falling from your lips. He lets out a low hiss, wrapping a hand around your mouth harshly to keep things quiet, all while he pushes you forward to bend over the table as he stands. He pounds at you roughly, using the fabric of your skirt to keep your skin from slapping together. The frantic pace doesn’t stop until he’s got you shaking from your orgasm and he’s following along with a muffled growl. Only then does he let go of your mouth and kiss at where his fingers dug in a little too roughly, massaging over your hips as he whispers about a ‘another study session well done’ before the video cuts.

Shh— quiet in the library | 5:00 minutes | 91.k views | 87.k likes | 82.k comments

regretting never getting into reading after this

what days do you two go to the library, asking for a friend

my face was pressed up against the screen the entire video

can I be the bookmark

putting in my librarian application asap

†

It was a sight that would be found in the best of porn magazines: your body on display with a pretty- expensive- champagne lingerie set that matched the fifth born’s hair color to a tee, while Asmo himself was completely bare, smiling face all dolled up and in frame. What made it even more delicious was his manicured fingers wrapped around his own cock, sliding along the slick area as he gave breathy moans and laughs, all while resting his head on your thigh to watch you pleasure yourself as well. Each bite and lick he delivered to your skin was slow and drawn out, matching the pace each of you were going— but one sharp tug to Azzy’s locks made his back arch with a sharp cry, eyes flashing pink. It’s a blur as he yanks you on top of him, lace-covered ass now on full display for the camera as it bounces along with his movements. The noises are so beautifully vile as you both grind against one another, moans reflecting back that get louder and louder the harder he pulls you down. A few whiny ‘I’m gonna cum!’ exclamations escape him before he forces his cock in you at the last second and practically screams with how intense it made everything feel. There’s thirty seconds of sweet talk and giggling before he’s lifting you up bridal style and you both wag your fingers at the camera before the video ends.

Dress up, dress down | 8:15 minutes | 123.k views | 117.k likes | 103.k comments

I can die happy now

FOR FREE?!?!

I can’t decide who sounds better or looks better

^the answer is both

thank you for the fIVE COURSE FUCKING M E A L

†

The sound of running water does nothing to hide the sharp sounds of slapping skin or the rumbly growls Beel is letting out. His wings are sparkling under the shower spray, fluttering rapidly as he fucks into you; his muscles flex with each movement, practically showing off to the camera since he has his backside facing it. Your legs, lifted up to his shoulders with your knees to your ears, and your hands gripping tightly at his horns are the only part of you that can be seen. Your voice echoes, though, loud and whiny moans that hitch each time he delivers a harsher thrust. You can see his hands wandering, unable to pick a place to grip or knead underneath his fingertips, just like his head keeps tilting or ducking down to scatter kisses and bites and hickeys over your skin. When his pace finally falters, it’s due to his stuttering hips and an unrestrained moan tears from his throat, followed by ‘c-cumming! G’na cum inside, fuck, fuck—!’ You can see his knees buckle a bit and your hands white-knuckling his horns. He gives a few frantic thrusts before he crushes your body against him and stills, letting the water cascade down your bodies with content sighs. The sound of a door opening echoes, followed by laughter from multiple people, before you’re whispering ‘now how are you gonna sneak me out?’ and the video cuts black.

A filthy cleaning | 6:26 minutes | 89.k views | 78.k likes | 72.k comments

Can we talk about his sheer strength?? The muscles?? The effortless pace??

THAT ASS THO

ain’t never seen a more lucky human

Is that…the Fangol’s locker room showers-

I— please??

†

For a moment, there’s only giggling and the rustling of blankets to be heard as you crawl onto Belphie’s lap— whose face is completely hidden by the plush pillows surrounding him. There’s a faint huff from the demon as you begin grinding on his lap, which quickly devolves into groans the harder you press against his bulge. It’s not long before he’s full on moaning, though not yet awake, and you’re lifting yourself up to take his cock out. His oversized shirt you’re wearing hides you well- only showing enough skin to tell you weren’t wearing underwear- and shields the way you fist his cock before lining it at your entrance. Belphie stirs then, voice coming out hoarse as he calls your name groggily. You drop down, not bothering to go slow, and the seventh born lets out a high pitched whine, hips raising in surprise before he’s flush against the bed again, letting you fuck him till your hearts content. You do exactly that, with your hands pressed to his chest for support, and his own clawing desperately at your thighs. His voice remains in a higher pitch, moaning and whining and whimpering, getting louder and louder until you let out a sharp demand for him to cum, and then he’s cumming with a broken gasp— all Belphie can do is give choked cries when you keep rocking your hips and the video ends after hearing your ‘nu-uh, baby, not done yet. Still want more.’

Wake up call | 7:30 minutes | 84.k views | 80.k likes | 75.k comments

holy fuck I wanna be belphie so bad

why don’t I get woken up this way wtf

This! Is! How! You! Do! It! People!

Can— can we just. Talk about that WHINE THOUGH?!

The grip on their thighs and hoarse moans are sending me

#oh this is WELL fucking written #massive kudos to you op

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sl33pysh33py · 4 months

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A bit late, but it's finally done! My Christmas nsfw comic is available on Patreon 🫣🔞

Enjoy the previews! Beel wishes you a merry christmas🎁🎄

#good lord

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sl33pysh33py · 4 months

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Well okay. One whole person stated they would like to see the pegging version of catboy Satan so here it is.

I see you, @cactusmisslittle. I hope it’s okay that I tagged you, but your tags here are the only reason this version exists lol.

An important note! I've been calling this pegging because that's how I've been thinking about it, but I also wanted to keep things gender neutral if possible. I don't know if I succeeded, but to that end, I've used the word "cock" in place of "strap." So if you're imagining a strap, let's just say you call it your cock, okay? I don't know, I couldn't come up with a better way to go about it.

Oh yeah and one more thing - I didn't talk about the putting on of a strap, either, but it would happen when MC is taking off their clothes. Tantan is being patient and waiting for them lol.

The beginning part is all the same, with Satan dropping hints and MC walking into their room to find him. The only part that's changed is the actual sex. Once again, I apologize for low quality, I'm still getting into the swing of writing again.

GN!MC x Satan

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: soft dom!MC, cat collar with bell & cat ears, praising, use of Tantan as a nickname, still a lil bit of biting, penetration (Satan receiving, could be read as pegging hopefully)

It might be difficult to tell from an outside perspective, but you knew that Satan was soft for you. The way he trusted you entirely with his feelings, even his anger, let you know that he was perhaps more comfortable with you than anyone else.

So it wasn't entirely a surprise when you started to pick up on some little hints of something he didn't seem to have worked up the courage to ask you directly.

You weren't sure what was happening right away. It started one day when he showed you a collection of cat collars that were for sale online. He scrolled through the pictures on his phone, finally stopping on one with a little bell.

"This one is especially cute, don't you think?" he asked.

You smiled indulgently. "Yeah it is. Are you going to get it for one of the strays in the garden?"

Satan blinked as if he was surprised by this suggestion. He looked at you and the confusion in his eyes was clear. Then you watched as a deep blush spread across his face. "R-right," he said. "Yes."

He immediately changed the subject, but you couldn't stop thinking about his reaction. Like maybe the two of you had been talking about different things.

You puzzled over this for a little while, a suspicion starting to form in the back of your mind.

Confirmation came in the form of a cosplay catalog that Levi left in the common room. The cover featured an anime character wearing cat ears and a collar.

Satan picked up the catalog and you could tell that he had known it was there. "Levi must have left this here," he said. He showed it to you. "Wh-what do you think?"

You looked at the cover. "Hmm," you said. "I like the cat ears. The collar should have a bell, though."

You watched in satisfaction as Satan's face flushed so hard and fast you thought steam might come out of his ears.

After that, you knew what you had to do.

You were careful about your purchase. You made sure it was obtained discreetly.

The collar itself was thick and black with a large silver buckle and a round silver bell. You had chosen black cat ears to match. You left them on Satan's bed with a note that said, Is this what you had in mind? MC.

And then you waited.

The next time you saw Satan was at breakfast. He sat across the table from you and met your eyes directly. He held your gaze for a moment too long before looking away. Nobody else seemed to notice and he acted completely normal the rest of the day.

You had no other indication of his reaction to your gift. For days, you waited for him to do something or say something. Was he upset? He wasn't acting angry.

And then one day you walked into your room and nearly died on the spot. As soon as you recovered, you closed the door and made sure it was locked. And that's when you remembered that everyone else was out of the house today. Was that what Satan had been waiting for?

You turned back to your bed to take in the sight of him.

There he sat, on his knees, with his hands pressed onto the bed between them. The collar was clasped perfectly around his neck, the bell and buckle shining. The cat ears were nestled in his hair, their black tufts a nice contrast to his bright blond. He was frowning, his eyes were closed, his face flushed, and he wore absolutely nothing else.

You slowly approached him, watching him as he stayed still. When you got to the edge of the bed, you stopped. You cupped his cheek, tilting his head to look up at you, even though his eyes stayed closed.

"Look at you," you said softly. "What a beautiful boy you are."

Satan's blush deepened, but he opened his eyes. You saw desire and pleasure and nervousness and embarrassment tumbling through the shades of green.

You brought up your other hand and held his face. "Don't be embarrassed. You look amazing."

The frown eased just a little. "I didn't think you would actually want to do this."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "What? Why would you think that?"

Satan looked away from you. "It doesn't… make you uncomfortable?"

You rested your hands on his shoulders and kissed his forehead. "No. It makes me horny as fuck. And I can see what it's doing to you, too."

You looked down deliberately where Satan's cock had been steadily growing as soon as you got close.

Satan buried his face in his hands, causing the bell around his neck to jingle slightly.

"No, no, no," you said softly, pulling his hands away. He opened his mouth like he was going to protest, but you cut him off with a kiss.

Satan responded to you instantly, opening his mouth for you. As your tongues entwined, you let go of one of his wrists to reach up and grab the collar. You used it to pull his head back, giving you easier access to his mouth as his hand now tugged on the edge of your shirt.

You pulled away to kiss the wrist of the hand you still held, trailing your lips down his arm and up his shoulder. He was breathing heavily as you traced your tongue along the edge of skin where the collar stopped, ringing the bell playfully with your fingers.

Satan moaned, his tugs on your shirt feeble but persistent.

You gave in, moving away from him to remove the shirt quickly, along with all the rest of your clothes. He waited patiently, mouth open, skin flushed, cock straining.

You sat beside him on the bed, putting two fingers beneath the collar to pull him toward you. He moved easily with your guidance, the bell tinkling ever so softly as you caught his swollen lips with yours again.

You ran a teasing finger along the shaft of his cock and it came away covered in pre-cum. Satan whined against your lips and the sound of it sent a shiver through your body.

You pulled away just a little bit. "Use your words, Tantan. Or would you rather meow for me?"

Satan shuddered and the bell tinkled. "Please, MC," he said, his voice low and gruff. It seemed he wasn't quite comfortable enough to meow and his eyes were closed again, his face turned slightly away.

"Look at me," you said.

Obediently, Satan opened his eyes and looked at you. He might have been frowning if he wasn't so overcome with lust in that moment. You took in the darkness of his eyes, the heat clearly visible on his skin, the expression that vacillated between need and embarrassment.

You realized you could tease him for hours if you really wanted to. You also knew that he would let you. Something about the way he was looking at you let you know that he was trusting you entirely. That he was putting himself in your hands, letting you do whatever you wanted to with him.

Certainly, part of this had been previously discussed. The two of you had an established routine, after all. But he was entrusting you with more than he normally did and you recognized that extra vulnerability.

The light of your room hit the silver of the bell around his neck. You took in the collar, the ears. Maybe next time, you could get him to meow for you.

For now, though, you wanted nothing more than to hear that bell chime with every thrust.

You leaned forward, running your fingertips down his cheek. "You're such a good boy," you said, loving the way he seemed to melt whenever you praised him.

You took hold of his collar again, this time pulling him with you as you sat back against the pillows of your bed. You had considered other positions, but you wanted to see that bell as it sounded through the room.

Satan moved where you guided him, but when you let go of the collar, he no longer waited for your direction. He put his lips on your neck, straddling your hips, pressing himself against your cock, his hands roaming across your shoulders and chest.

Satan hesitated, pulling back to look into your eyes. It was as though he caught himself being too eager and now he needed your confirmation.

You had already taken a bottle of lube from your nightstand and now you slathered your fingers with it. You smirked at the way Satan reacted when you slipped them inside him, carefully, one by one. He shivered and the bell tinkled.

You took your time with him until he was whining again, his eyes squeezed shut. When you pulled your fingers out, he didn't wait for anything else. He slowly sank down on your cock and you watched his expression change as he took it all in.

Satan arched his back and your eyes fixed on the brightness of the bell around his neck.

To your great satisfaction, that bell did indeed jingle with every thrust, louder than it had from anything else. Satan was almost creating the sound himself, bracing his hands against your shoulders as he moved himself. But your hands were on his hips, guiding him, and you couldn't prevent yourself from thrusting up into him as well.

The way his moans mingled with the chimes, the way he flung back his head - he was beautiful. There was a soft rumble in his chest and it seemed he was okay with purring if not meowing.

Satan was lost in the sensation of you inside him, but you found it was easy to make him react even more by nibbling a little on his flushed skin. He gasped and clenched down on you every time he felt your teeth pierce him.

You could tell it wouldn't take much more. He had been so good for you and you wanted to reward him. So you took hold of his already slick cock and pumped.

Satan's nails dug into your skin, the bell continuing to jingle as he kept up his pace. His eyes flew open and he looked at you with an expression unlike anything you had ever seen - desperate, begging, needing something more from you.

"It's okay," you said softly. "Come for me, Satan."

It was exactly what he needed to hear. You watched as Satan bit his lip, his body arching as his cum spurted across his stomach.

Satan's body relaxed, the bell no longer jingling as he settled in your lap. He looked at you with heavy eyes. The cat ears were still on his head, but they were askew, poking oddly out of his blond hair.

You reached up to fix them. "Promise me you'll wear these again."

Satan let out a huff, frowning. "I couldn't refuse you even if I wanted to."

You smirked. "Good thing you don't want to, then."

Satan pulled himself up off of your lap and proceeded to give you the most amazing head of your life. It was a struggle not to knock off the cat ears while your hands were twisting in his hair.

Perhaps next time, you would bring a little leash, too. You were curious about how he would react to such an addition. Although he seemed unlikely to do this again when his brothers were around, so you might have to wait. You caught yourself kind of hoping one of his brothers would come home just to hear the consistent jingling of the bell on Satan's cat collar.

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Beel starting his rut and his nose just smells mc all throughout the house after they left for rad. Sneaking into their room, he's overwhelmed by their scent and all he can do is hump their pillow while he is continuously smelling them.

After a long day at rad, mc comes home and finds Beel naked in their room and growling their name. Quicker than lightning Beel pins mc to the wall, being careful of his own strength, before licking stripes on their neck and collarbone, begging me to help him with his rut. All he can smell is them and it's so intoxicating that he can't help himself.

👀

His cheeks are flushed and he feels so feverish. He’s been staring at the ceiling since everyone left for classes this morning, vision blurry and borderline delirious. The silence in the house is more maddening than comforting as all he can hear is the blood rushing in his ears. The nose that’s usually a strong advantage to him only adds to his pain now. No matter how hard he tries to ignore it, the scent that lingers just down the hall has his breath coming out heavy. It’s only so long before laying there becomes unbearable and he has to move, making a beeline for your door.

There’s a wave of relief that washes over him as he steps into your room, a fuzzy feeling seeping through his veins and his mind practically turning to goo. Your smell is so comforting. He can’t help himself as he rubs his horns against the door frame–they’re heavy on his head, doubled in size during his cycle. His massive height makes it easy to leave marks in the wood above your door.

He sinks into the mattress almost on auto-pilot. Your scent is strongest here and he groans as he buries his face into your pillows and breathes it in. At this point he’s painfully hard and his hips almost move on their own looking for any relief or friction. His sighs turn to low growls and rumbles from deep in his chest.

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When you return home you’re greeted with a mouth-watering scene. Beelzebub lounges across your bed, back against the headboard and an arm slung over it, while his other hand works his cock slowly. Crystalline wings quiver, glinting in the low light, and a soft sound like windchimes reaches your ears. As his gaze falls on you see that his eyes are dark and hazy. He stretches out a little more, as if displaying himself for you. His chin tilts back to expose more of his neck and it’s clearly and invitation.

“MC…”

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prone to bone — all brothers

author’s note ʚɞ i’ve been seeing prone bone floating around recently and also can’t get the brothers out of my head so here is my take on how the brothers feel about the position. spoiler alert: they fucking love it.

tags ʚɞ female reader x lucifer, mammon (filming during the act), leviathan, satan (power play), asmodeus (crying), beelzebub (size kink) + belphegor. explicit smut, minors do not interact!

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 feels an immense surge of control when he towers over you, his thighs on either side of you resting just enough weight on you to trap you underneath him, but not enough to hurt you. he doesn’t need to trap you; he knows you’d never try to move away from him when his cock is filling you up so well. but there’s something about you not having the choice to that adds to his total control over you. his hands rub up and down your back, taking a moment to grope your ass while he slowly drives his cock in and out of your pussy, grinding his cock to the hilt and ascending to a higher realm when he hears your lustful cries muffled by pillows. “my sweet darling,” he pulls away the pillows with a deep rut, causing you to yelp. “don’t hide your voice. i want to hear how dirty you are.”

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 one hundred per cent records you in this position every single time. it’s the same position but each occasion that calls for it is a whole new experience. he just loves when the base of his cock presses against your perky ass. he loves the way your ass cheeks jiggle when he speeds up his pace, when they mould into his hands while he grabs them roughly. but most of all, he loves the strangled cries sounding from the body beneath him. oh, he knows he’s fucking you good; so deep and intimate is the way his cock buries itself in your pussy, dragging against all the right places. he can go round after round in this position, filming it on his ddd so he can watch it on repeat when you’re not around. “fucking hell,” he grunts, chuckling while holding handfuls of your ass. “ya look so pretty for me, don’t think i’m stopping any time soon.”

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 loves the prone bone. it’s one of the positions where his confidence and self–esteem rockets sky high. he usually gets a bit shy being on top but he appreciates having your face hidden in the cushions while he does all the work, blushing the entire time; and it’s a relatively easy position, not too strenuous for him and his debatably poor stamina. but god, he just loves when you wear his shirt in this position, completely naked underneath but every thrust has him losing himself in the sight of your body as his shirt inches its way up your back. and along with his fingers interlacing with yours as they push down into the mattress and your ass bouncing up into him as he fucks you deep, it’s enough to make him finish in seconds. “i’m cumming!” levi cries, body collapsing on yours but he doesn’t stop fucking you with his twitching cock. “holy shit, it feels so good.”

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍 leans over you with his hands latched on each of your wrists, burying them in the bed sheets and with his thighs holding your lower body in place, there’s no way you can move. you desperately want to writhe and twitch in pleasure but he holds you perfectly still. your body shakes in the ripples of pleasure shooting through your body, a bliss only satan can bring to you as every grind of his hips is precise and perfect hitting your sweet spots again and again. it’s almost torture when he treats you like a toy, putting you in the perfect position for his greedy cock to fuck. you lay flat but your ass tilts upwards just the slightest bit, giving him the perfect angle to drive you both to insanity. “fuck! shit!” satan growls, so close to cumming but you defiantly fidgeted and disrupted his rhythm. “stay fucking still if you want to cum.”

𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒 has a particular taking to this position because it’s so easy to fuck you into oblivion and back without draining too much stamina from either of you. but that doesn’t mean you won’t end up with tears dripping down your face and drool spilling from your lips. it’s the way you scream his name extra loud as he ploughs into you from behind. his hands grip your ass tight while your head hangs off the bed, bouncing with each thrust. asmo loves fucking you in the collapsed doggy style, and as you squeeze the bed sheets for dear life while your body lays flat and twitching, asmo continues fucking you from behind and he can’t find it in him to stop. the position turns him into an insatiable devil “aww sweetie, i know you’re tired,” he whispers gently in your ears as your body wracks with sobs. “but you can take a little more, can’t you?”

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁 loves putting his big body to the test, especially when he’s fucking you dumb on his huge cock. every position is a reminder of how huge he is compared to you, so it would be blasphemy to talk about beelzebub and the prone bone without mentioning his raging size kink. his fat balls rub against the back of your thighs while his thick cock stretches you open. it lays heavy in your pussy as he slowly grinds it back and forth, grunting each and every time. the way your pussy engulfs a beast like him, coating his cock in your arousal, it’s a marvel to him. his breath is hot and heavy, a signal that he’s extremely turned on. whether he’s towering above you or leaning over your shaking frame, he feels so fucking huge and that’s enough for him to want to fuck you in the position forever. “fuck, mc....you’re so tight, ‘s driving me crazy.”

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 is a lazy git who prefers positions where you do most of the work. however, prone boning you is a compromise. he’ll put in the work while you melt into the bedsheets, but it’s also a relatively low effort position that doesn’t tire him out, and that means he can last longer. and he loves lasting long in this position because the view of your ass between his thighs and the expanse of your back on display for him is addictive. for once, he loves that you’re the one squirming underneath him, crying out his name only to be muffled by the blanket tugged between your teeth because his cock is fucking you so deeply. “fuck baby,” he grunts rutting his hips quicker and harder as the minutes pass. belphie loses his mind when you quivers around his cock. “gonna make me cum so hard.”

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the leviathan thought you just posted… don’t be shy 🎤🎤🎤

nonnie, i hope each explanation was detailed enough to form a sound in your mind 🤲🏼 ngl i was lowkey squirming when i wrote this—

It’s not a surprise that Leviathan gets flustered easily when it comes to real physical touch, especially when it’s something more intimate—dirty as the third born calls it when you’re between his legs, pillowy lips wrapped around one cock, hand languidly pumping the other. Levi is snug in his gamer chair, the plushness of it almost feels like its swallowing his entire body; he’s got one arm atop the arm rest, gripping it for his dear life while the other is crossed over his face, muffling the shameless sounds he’s making. The avatar of envy is as scarlet as blood that courses throughout your body, cheeks burning like a thousand suns from this oh so sinful act—how ironic.

You don’t like the way Levi hides his face. The next thing he knows is that the amethyst tie of his RAD uniform is no longer loosely hanging around his neck and instead binding his wrists behind his back. “Why hide your pretty sounds? They’re angelic.” Leviathan squirms at the taunt laced in your voice; the demon replies with a loud moan of your name as you go back to stimulating both cocks, each hand teasing the sensitive tips. With his arms bound behind his back, Levi can do nothing but shamelessly let out breathy whimpers into the thick air of his room.

The third born makes three types of sounds whenever he’s being sexually stimulated:

1. Loud wanton moans that he just can’t help.

Oh, they’re full of heat while his face contorts into pure pleasure—eyes shut tightly, lips parted, and head thrown back with no care in the world. These are loud enough for any passerby to piece exactly what’s happening behind the closed door, and your personal favourite. He’s able to form coherent sentences which makes it even hotter. Levi turns absolutely shameless when he moans like this—the demon that was once muffling his noise is long gone; sounds laced with nothing but pure carnal hunger. If you’re lucky enough, sometimes a long guttural growl slips through and boy does it make you clench around nothing, to your dismay.

2. Slow, long groans that end with a breathy sound—desperate moans.

Such as “—ngh. . !” “—aah. . !” these groans might lack in volume but oh they’re filled with desperation. This is the point where his cocks are wet with a mixture of pre-cum and your spit—wet sounds and airy moans tangled with one another, filling up the room. This type of groan is usually dragged out and accompanied by a bite of the bottom lip as Leviathan gets completely lost in pleasure—sometimes the groans come out as heated sighs and muttered curses under his breath, or an attempt of saying your name. Once the loud wanton moans turn into airy ones, you know the demon is slowly losing his mind as his impending orgasm nears.

3. Dainty, rapid high-pitched moans.

God, these sounds are angelic. Leviathan is long gone by the time these sounds come out of him—he’s slumped against the chair, waiting for it to swallow him whole; his legs are shaking as you pump his cocks with such fervour; his brain is nothing but a huge fuzz, clouded with lust; chest heaving up and down. Nothing coherent comes out of him—no matter how hard Levi tries to form sentences—his sounds are a jumbled mess. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” Such sinful sounds fill your ears; it’s not as loud nor as dragged out as before, it’s small and dainty, and that’s how you know he’s mere seconds away from cumming. Each high-pitched moan is abruptly cut only for another moan to come; almost like a chant.

And when hot, white ribbons spurt from each tip of his cocks, the sound Leviathan makes is a mix of all three—growls, long groans, and high-pitched moans; it’s messy and all over the place but it’s enough to make your head spin, and brazenly hump his leg to chase friction. You’re stimulating him again, and again, and again until Levi begs for you to stop—voice croaky and crimson cheeks strained with tears.

sorry this took a bit long, i had to repent.

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satan reading adult romance and erotic literature (porn) alone in his room. and he cant stop picturing you in the role of the love interest in his dirty novels. its so naughty but it turns him on so much. he cant help himself and has to palm the bulge between his legs as he reads. until he cant take it and pulls his swollen, hard cock out. leaking all over his hands. throbbing. pulsing. so, so hard. hes furiously masturbating, eyes barely on the book any more, thinking of you. it feels so good. too good. he fixates on filthy thoughts of you and strokes himself off, until hes cumming harder and longer than he can ever remember cumming before, shooting so so much.

nonnie…… so so sorry this took like two months to write HAHDVAHAH ya girl kinda had a moment but do not fret!!! thank u for sending this in <3

It’s basically routine for the fourth born to indulge himself in a variety of novels after a long dreadful student council meeting—not to mention Lucifer unnecessarily yapping on and on about the same thing. He found himself rolling his eyes almost every five minutes of that monotonous meeting. But that was in the past because now, Satan is in his room, nose stuck in a novel but not just any kind of novel, no. It was an erotic novel—the one he’d always pick up whenever he felt a little too stressed for his liking. On any other night, the avatar of wrath would take in every inked word per usual, nothing too unordinary of the sort—though, he won’t deny the bubbling feeling of arousal pooling in the pit of his stomach but that was it.

Satan didn’t indulge himself any further than reading the erotic novel. But tonight was different, the more his emerald eyes took in each filthy word printed on the page, he found himself creating a rather clear mental image of what he was reading about. “. .as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal, till I could see in the moonlight the moisture shining on the scarlet lips and. .” Satan uncomfortably shifted in his seat as he felt his pants getting a little too tight for his liking—not to mention the fact that he imagined your face clear as a cloudless night, taking control as you divinely sunk your face between his legs just as the novel had been talking about.

Fuck. Would you take control of him like the woman in the novel? Would you so boldly pleasure him as you saw fit? Would you look back up at him with those lustful eyes and clean your lips of his essence? Swallowing every single drop? Satan’s mind raced, suddenly his room felt too stuffy despite the plunging temperatures of the Devildom night; suddenly all he could think about was you—the way you looked, the way you felt, the way your mouth felt around his cock. Before he knew it, his cock had gone fully erect, dying to be released from its painful confines. Ghosting a mere finger over the bulge, Satan shamelessly whines, lips readily ajar as if it was second nature to him. He panted, chest heaving as his hand tightened on the novel before him.

Fuck it. Using his free hand, Satan hastily took his pulsing cock out—desperately tugging at his pants just enough to do so. He groaned, his icy fingers wrapped around the hot shaft; it was animalistic, heated, pure carnal hunger behind the sound he’d let out. Red and angry, his tip was already shamelessly leaking with pre-cum, desperately throbbing in his hand, ready to be pleasured. Satan took no time before wetting the tip with pre-cum, even eagerly spitting on it just so he could stroke himself already.

A slew of curses and moans alike slipped past his pink lips, head thrown back, emerald eyes no longer on the book—just an image of you in his head doing the most sinful acts. A cold shiver kissed its way up his spine, his mind doing wonders as he imagined his hand as your tight little cunt. Hah, of course, his mere hand is nothing compared to what you have to offer.

Satan let out a deep groan in the shape of your name as he imagined you desperately bouncing on his hard cock—the expression on your face oh so divine; the way your chest bounced with every move; the way your voice sounded sinfully angelic as you moaned his name. Satan didn’t even know his eyes were closed until he opened them to the loud sound of the hard back novel falling onto the wooden floor. Never mind that. His now free hand gripped the arm rest for support as pleasure engulfed his shaking body, the knot deep in his stomach waiting for the right moment to snap. By now, Satan was sweating buckets, the searing burn of his arm slowly getting to him but he couldn’t stop now, not when he was so fucking close.

“Ah— fuck. . ! Ngh—aah!” He saw stars as he came, spurts of hot cum painting his hand and upper thigh. Satan continued to ride out his high, allowing himself to milk his cock to every last bit and imagining your tongue diligently licking it clean for him. Shit, he came so much. Satan imagines how much more he could cum if it was the your cunt instead of his hand. Oh how he wanted you so badly.

quote used in here is dracula by bram stoker!!

#oh damn

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sl33pysh33py · 5 months

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(18+) Obey Me! Characters C*ck Warming Dabbles

Notes: haha c*ck warming, it's in the title. Each character has their one notes/warnings.

Word Count: ~5.6K | ~510 words per character

A/N: I'm not dead! Been working on this on and off for like a month and half. Lucifer's and Mammon's are bit awkward for it, but I think it's passable. Please do enjoy baby's attempt at smut. I tired to keep MC as gender neutral as possible, but there are one or two that are fem!mc :/

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Lucifer - Notes: gn!mc, the barest hint of sex

Lucifer rarely has the time to properly indulge himself in you. You sneak into his study one night, a soft beg on your lip, and sweet, sinful eyes piercing his soul, and Lucifer feels horrible telling you “not tonight”. There’s a big political meeting happening in a ten day and there’s so much paperwork that-

Seeing your gaze fall and your heart break, Lucifer sighs. Fine, he tells you. He’ll let you do one thing, but you have to promise to behave. And that’s how you end up sitting as still as you can on his lap, his hard cock buried deep within you. You’re truly dying now - you’ve been here for almost thirty minutes as Lucifer holds the small of your back, his free hand working away at his seemingly endless stack of paperwork.

Your body aches with desire and you squirm a little, desperate for any stimulation at all. Lucifer hisses through gritted teeth, his gripped on you tightens in warning, and you whine pitifully. He hushes you gently. Your gaze gently trails over his expression, and you realize that he’s not faring any better than you. Maybe if you misbehaved a little more he’d break and fuck you properly.

“Don’t.”

You whine as your idea is shut down before you even attempt it. “Lucifer~~” you whine, your voice broken. He sighs and tightens his grip on you again, his gloved hand digging into your skin hard. Another minute passes, and then, to your surprise, Lucifer sets his pen down. His now free hand joins the other before falling down to your hip.

“Alright, alright. Seeing as you've been so good…” His other hand drops to your hip and he raises your body up, dragging you until only the head of his cock remains inside, before slamming you down. The action feels so good after having to wait so long, you almost cum right then and there. “I suppose you deserve a reward..”

——

Mammon - Notes: gn!mc, existing relationship, pet names

You should’ve suspected that the Avatar of Greed would be an insatiable boyfriend; Mammon cannot seem to get enough of you. He wants everything about, of and from you. And when you tell him “no” or “later”, he pouts and whines and sulks for the rest of the day. It’s as cute as it is annoying, and today is no different.

You’re sitting on the plush carpeted floor of your room, a pillow between you and the little tray that holds your textbooks, papers, and pens. You’re attempting to make a study guide for an upcoming test in Curses and Hexes, but Mammon is insistent in poking the fat of your thigh.

“C’mon! Ya can do that later,” you don’t even have to look at him to know he’s pouting. You pause and look at him, silently counting for a minute as you give Mammon a tired stare. He gives you a confused look, before opening his mouth to say something - something that you cut off as your gaze returns to your work.

“There. Now it’s “later”. Now let me work, okay puppy?” You hear him whine and he goes back to poking your thigh.

“W-what?! The hell was that?!” He huffs, “A-and don’t call me puppy, okay?”

You can feel a vein throb in your head as Mammon continues to poke at you. You’re starting to understand why Lucifer hangs him from the ceiling so often. You’re about to snap at him, when an idea crosses your mind. It’s devious and mean, but it’ll be a compromise; you’ll be able to get your work done and he’ll get your attention…and it’ll be a suitable punishment for him.

About ten minutes later, Mammon grunts softly, his arms straining to keep himself propped up in his sitting position to adhere to the pact command. You can feel his chest heaving in effort, though he’s trying hard to disguise it.

“T-treasure this…t-this is hardly f-fair,” his voice is ragged.

“Well maybe you should’ve thought about that. Actions have consequences, puppy.” You grind back into him, and he hisses in both pleasure and the strain of obeying the pact command of “stay still”. You roll your hips again, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from moaning; thankful that your back is to Mammon so that he can’t see. He moans softly in response.

“T-treasure p-please-“

“Aw, does the Great Mammon not enjoy having his cock warmed?” You tease him, as your pen scratches a line of text onto your almost finished study guide. “Just a little longer puppy~.” You feel him twitch at the nickname and you fail to bite back the soft sigh that escapes you.

“N-not a dog,” he growls through gritted teeth. You scratch the last line on your guide before setting your pen down. You lean back into him a little with a soft mewl.

“Alright, you can move now baby. Mm, you can fuck me as hard as you want.”

—-

Levi - Notes: gn!mc, Levi being Levi

You passively press the button on the controller, reading the nearly absurd amount of dialogue as it flashes on screen. You lean forward a little, the story of the world dragging you in. Levi glances up from his manga as you shift on the floor and gives you a questioning look.

“There is no way you’re reading all that. Just spam through it; it’s so boring.”

You gently hit his leg with your free hand, your gaze never leaving the screen, “Shh.” You can almost feel him roll his eyes, as he relaxes more into the beanbag you’re sitting up against, “Just read your manga.”

A few more minutes pass in silence as you read your respective media. You hum every now again, the game’s world growing more and more interesting as you continue to read. You only hear the occasional page turning from Levi as he reads silently. You settle back against the beanbag, resting your head a little on Levi’s leg as you sigh. You feel him tense a little at the sudden physical contact, but to your surprise he doesn’t comment on it. A flicker of interest crosses your mind; normally Levi would comment on any kind of touch, even casual…

Your free hand gently brushes his leg, a little higher than where your head rests, in a fake stretch. You feel a little flinch, but again, no comment. Maybe he was really focused on his manga, or maybe, just maybe, Levi was finally starting to warm up to you. You wait a few seconds before you gently rest your hand against the side of his lower thigh, your fingers reaching up.

“W-what are you d-doing, n-normie?!” He flinches away, and moves a little to escape your grasp. You tilt your head up to meet his eyes, doing your best to hide your smirk at his blush.

“Nothing, just stretching. Why?” You smirk, “Were you hoping for something?” Levi, seeming to be full of surprises of today, blushes more, stumbles over his words, and looks away. It’s at the point you read the title of the manga that he’s been reading: “My Roommate Totally Wants to Fuck Me! (18+)”.

Oh. OH.

“Levi?” You can’t hide the smugness in your voice or the teasing note. “Are you reading smut?”

“N-NO! I-I-“

You sit up and turn around, setting the controller to the side and climbing onto his lap; poor Levi is redder than a hellspiced tomato. However despite his embarrassment and your teasing, he makes no move to escape or push you off.

You lean forward and whisper in his ear, “Why don’t you show me a few pages, hmm?” You purr and flick your tongue over his earlobe, listening to his breath catch, “Maybe I can recreate a few of them for you~”

Several minutes later, you’re sitting on top of Levi, his hard cock pulsing and twitching between your walls as you pepper his face with small kisses. He claws at you slightly, wanting to bury his face in your neck and hide from your attention.

“Levi~” your voice is smug and taunting as you let him hide from your kisses. “C’mon~ All you have to do is kiss me, and then I’m all yours.”

You feel him mumble something into your skin as he hides, thoroughly embarrassed by your teasing. Ah well. You don’t mind keeping his cock nice and warm until he works up the courage to kiss you.

—-

Satan - Notes: fem!mc, rough sex, magic

You whine and squirm in Satan’s hold, only to be rewarded with a harsh smack on your ass. You bite back your moan, your body desperate for anything that can provide stimulation.

“Thought I told you to stay still,” Satan growls lowly, the vibrations making your heart beat faster, “Don’t move again.” His command carries the weight of an unspoken punishment if disobeyed. Your body aches - you’ve been sitting on his cock for nearly twenty minutes now. You had come to him after finishing a particularly spicy novel, wanting some…attention. Satan, however, was in the middle of finishing his own book. He had promised you all the attention you could ever want if you waited for him to finish his book. But you wanted his attention then and there. So here you were, warming his dick as a compromise.

“How much longer?” Your voice is a pathetic whine. You have to fight back the urge to grind on him again.

“Ten pages,” he grunts in response. He’s trying to keep his face neutral, but you can see the cracks in his facade. He’s starting to struggle as well. You feel him twitch inside you, and you break. You grind against him, rather hard.

Satan growls right into your ear and you hear his book being snapped shut, “You bitch.” You hear the book fall to the floor and feel his hands harshly grab your waist.

“You want it right now? Fine. Have it!” His voice is dark and dripping with anger. A dark, twisted part of you sings at his voice, and hopes that he’ll fuck nice and rough. And it seems like that part will get its wish.

He lifts you up, till just the tip of his cock stays inside you before slamming you down. You scream in pleasured pain. He repeats the motion again again, setting a fast pace that barely leaves air in your lung. The rough pace hurts, but it feels so good. Satan pulls you a little closer, his breath tickling your ear.

“You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted, urgh me to fuck you till you passed out, didn’t you?” He sucks in a trembling breath before biting your ear. One of his hands leaves your waist and finds your clit. He just barely brushes it and it sends white hot shocks into your gut. Satan pulls away from your ear and mumbles something in a language that you don’t understand. He touches your clit again, pressing his thumb tightly against it. However instead of feeling pleasure, a numbness seeps into your gut, dulling the pleasurable fire.

You whine, “S-Satan-“

“That’s your punishment. You’ll get to cum when I say you can.”

——

Asmodeus - Notes: gn!mc/reader (tho implied afab), strap-on

“Aw, come now hun. Don’t hide your face~” Asmo coos at you, his warm hands brushing teasing, but soothing strokes along your side.

“This is embarrassing,” you mumble, your voice muffled by the arms covering your face. You feel him lean down and gently kiss your exposed wrist.

“And why is that love?” His voice is smooth and calming, still keeping that teasing note. But you can hear a concerned note underneath it, “Would it be better if you were on top?”

“I don’t know,” you whine a little, flustered and out of your element. You shiver a little as you feel warm lube drip onto your thigh.

“Would you like to stop dear?”

“No.” You tense a little as you feel him gently pull your arms away from your face. You blink a little as your eyes adjust to the moody light again. Sunset eyes take in your expression carefully, as though searching for anything unspoken. Asmo leans forward and kisses you; it’s a gentle kiss, one intended to soothe over your embarrassment. His hands guide your arms up, above your head. He intertwined his fingers with yours, effectively pinning your arms above you. He pulls away from this kiss, once again observing your face.

You glance down and swallow hard. Asmo’s legs are spread so prettily around yours, showing off not only his beautiful cock, but also where your strap-on disappears into him. There's an inch or so that he has yet to sink down on, and even from where you are, you see small drops of lube that’s leaked out of him. It’s obscene, dirty, unholy, but the absolute hottest thing you’ve ever seen. You whine again and look away.

Asmo, having watched where your eyes fell, giggles, and out of the corner of your eyes, you see him move a little. He moans a little, “Ahaha~ Is that it? Are you embarrassed that I’m warming your cock, hmm?”

You groan and squeeze your eyes shut, “Asmo s-stop.” You feel his skin brush the inside of your thighs, signaling that he’s moved again. He moans and you hear a soft “squealsh” from the lube.

“Aw, why? I like warming your cock. Mm, it makes me feel so good.”

You feel his breath against your face and you open your eyes again. Lust dark eyes meet yours for a split second and then Asmo’s kissing you again. You feel his thighs rub your’s - he’s grinding on you. A soft moan leaves your lips as you feel your skin grow sticky with lube. He doesn’t pull away until both of you are thoroughly breathless.

“Ah, ah, can I move now, Master? P-please?”

You groan a little, your embarrassment slowly becoming replaced with desire, “You’re going to be the death of me. Yeah, you can…m-move.”

Your comment earns you a little giggle, “As you wish, Master~”

——

Beelzebub - Notes: gn!mc, making out

You hiss slightly, letting yourself sink down a little more his cock, the burn of the stretch was painful, but it felt so good at the same time. His hands on your hip tighten their hold and Beel grunts. He exhales harshly, his eyes glued to where your tight little hole is stretched around him. He’s so big and you’re so small - that thought alone is a huge turn on for him and he barely manages to restrain himself from destroying you.

You feel his cock throb inside you, as a small gasp leaving you. He feels so good inside you, and he’s not even moving. Your eyes flicker to his face and you can’t help but frown. Beel’s face is twisted in a soft grimace as he tries so hard to stay still.

“Beel~” you purr as you lean forward, drawing his attention away from your stretched hole. You rest your hands on his chest, feeling the firm muscles underneath his skin. You plant a gentle, chaste kiss on his lip. Violet eyes hold yours as he leans forward for another kiss, this one just as gentle, but longer. You pull away, sitting upright, and let yourself sink the rest of the way onto him. You throw your head back in a silent moan, and Beel curses.

“Fuck, M-MC,” his voice is strained and his thighs are shaking with his effort to stay still. You lean forward again, panting slightly, as you count in your head - waiting for the pain to dull.

“M-MC,” it takes you a second to realize that Beel’s calling your name. You lift your eyes up to meet his. His eyes are dark with lust and desire, but love and concern simmer just beneath, “Are you alright?”

You simply nod, words too big of a demand for you at the moment. A warm hand gently guides you forward and into yet another kiss. The kiss is soft and sweet, but no less passionate. You and Beel stay like that, him balls deep in you while you make out softly. It’s a sweet moment - lust tainting some of your kisses with sharp fangs and a twitch of cock.

Time passes, you have no idea how long, but the stretch of Beel’s cock in you is no longer painful; it is purely pleasurable, and you swear if you don’t move right this instance you’re going to die. Both of you break away from a kiss, a thin web of saliva connects you, hot breath fanning each other’s face, Violet eyes stare at you with pure love and affection. He’s about to ask you something, but whatever his question is, it’s cut off in favor of a low, gruntal moan. You grind back onto him. His eyes shut for a second while he regains his bearings. When he opens them again, there is only dark lust within them.

—-

Belphegor - Notes: gn!mc/reader (tho implied afab), strap-on

You dig your nails into his hips as hard as you can as you attempt to deter him from moving, “Belphegor, stop moving. Don’t make me use the pact.”

He whines, but stills mostly - only occasionally squirming under you - and looks up at you with half lidded, lust blown eyes. His chest heaves with hard pants as he struggles to regain any of his once bratty composure. (Not that it would help - you’ve never seen someone fall apart so hard and so fast; he was begging almost as soon as you sunk the first inch of your strap-on into him.)

“M-Master p-please…I was so close…”

You shiver a little at the honorific, still a little flustered at how easily it fell from Belphie’s swollen lips. Sure, Belphie was normally a bit more on the submissive side, but he usually remained pretty bratty through your whole encounter. However watching him submit so quickly and so completely caught you off guard.

You feel him start to squirm more and you realize that you’ve spaced out for a moment. You pinch the skin of his hips again in warning, “Belphie. Stop moving.”

“Please!” He whines rather loudly and you tense, hoping no one is on the stairs to the attic. “I wanna-“

“And you’re not allowed to yet. Remember? You decided to be a brat earlier.”

He huff at that and stills completely, his gaze falling away, “M’sorry, okay? Please, Master? I’ll be good, promise.”

You shift your weight a little; having to rest on your joints was starting to become uncomfortable, but…watching him beg while cock warming your strap-on was doing something for you.

“Hmm, I don’t know…you were pretty bratty earlier.”

“Please Master, I’ll do anything.”

You have to tense a little to stop yourself from trembling as he calls you “master” again, “Anything? Very well then.” You can’t help the smirk that spreads onto your face, and Belphie swallows hard, immediately regretting his statement. “Start counting: five minutes of cock warming and then I’ll let you cum.”

His jaw drops and he whines, “Five minutes? No way.”

It seems that some of his brattiness is returning as his mind gets clearer. You rock your hips into him and grind a little.

“Fine, two minutes - that’s as low as I’ll go for you.” He opens his mouth to complain again, but breaks off into a moan as you gently rub the head of his cock with your thumb, “And any more bratty comments will add a minute. So start counting.”

He whines, but obeys. “O-One, two, three, f-four…”

- - -

“O-One hund - gasps hundred a-and nineteen… oh fuck, one h-hundred and ah~ t-twenty-“

The moment the last syllable leaves his mouth you set a hard and brutal pace, fucking into him hard enough to make his cock bounce.

And Belphie screams - loud enough you’re pretty sure whoever in whatever room is below the attic could hear it. His back arches off the bed as he claws at the sheets. His chest heaves, desperately trying to draw in air, while your pace pushes all of it out of him. You smirk, rubbing over his slip with your thumb and feeling his cock twitch hard.

And then he cums, and he cums hard; painting both your hand and his stomach white.

——

Diavolo - Notes: fem!mc/reader, pet names

“Mm, you feel so good, little princess. You’re doing so well~”

His voice purrs into your ear, low and sensual. His warmth breaths fans on your ear before he gently nips at it. You have to bite your lip to stop the whimper that threatens to spill out of you, while you resist the urge to squirm on his thick cock.

Be good, you remind yourself, We have to be good.

One of his hands rests softly on your hip, rubbing gentle circles in a soothing manner, while his other hand gently gropes at your chest, massaging the flesh there. His body is so warm against your back as he effectively holds you to himself. You can’t help the whine that leaves you as his voice reaches you, dark and deep.

“Mm, princess, you feel so good. You’re so warm and wet,” his last word comes out a bit of a growl as he grinds up into you, making the dormant pleasure in your gut flare with renewed life. You mewl in response, letting your head fall backwards onto his chest. You feel his laugh more than you hear it, the low vibrations in his chest making your very being tingle.

“D-Diavolo-“ you start, but you’re so overwhelmed you’re not even sure what you’re trying to ask for. He shushes you gently as the hand that was fondling your chest rises to gently grab your chin to steady you as he kisses you. You squirm on his cock as he overwhelms every sense you have with himself. Almost immediately you’re whimpering apologizes into his mouth, shaking as you curb your squirming. You feel his cock twitch inside you as he pulls away from your kiss.

“Shh darling,” burning gold eyes find yours, “You’re alright. I know it’s hard.” He kisses your forehead tenderly as more soft praise falls from his lips, “You’re so well behaved, princess. Mm, keep this up and I may add to your reward.” Your face grows hotter, blushing even more (if that’s even possible at this point), and you feel your body get wetter.

To your surprise, Diavolo’s the one to move this time, a soft hiss escaping him as he does so, “My my, would you look at that; someone’s seems to like praise, don’t they?” You whimper again, and breathe his name in a breathless beg of nothing in particular.

He smiles, the edges of it sharp and deadly. Diavolo slides his hand that was resting on your hip down, long thick fingers grazing your clit. You suck in a hard breath and moan, attempting to hide your face in his neck. He hums softly, pleased by your soft reactions as his fingers rub slow circles over the sensitive bud.

You moan again, your hands reaching for his arm to try and pull it away from your clit, “P-Please, I-I can’t-!”

“Then don’t,” his voice is right in your ear, dripping into your soul like liquid gold, “Go on, princess, cum on my cock.” He presses a little harder and rubs a little faster, and that’s all it takes. Your back arches off of him as you cry out, cuming hard on his twitching cock, your walls attempting to squeeze closed. Diavolo grunts softly, but continues to work your clit through your orgasm, smirking when you feeblely attempt to squirm away from the overstimulation.

His laugh is deep and sinful, “Don’t struggle now princess, we’ve just begun.”

——

Barbatos - Notes: gn!mc/reader, tail sex, self-fucking, masturbation

He smiles as you whine, struggling to pull your hands free from their magic bonds that hold you a little ways away from him on his bed. Your face is flushed red, both from the demonus the two of you had shared earlier and from the sight before you. Barabtos groans softly and spreads his thighs further apart, allowing for a better view of where one end of his tail disappears into his ass. The other end is wrapped lazily around the base of his cock. Darkened eyes stare at you, but you can’t bear to meet them, your eyes glued to the truly sinful display before you.

Your eyes follow his delicate hand as it traces a pattern up his thigh to his stomach. A self-satisfied smirk pulls at his lip as he watches your expression darkened with lust from watching him. An involuntary shudder runs through him as his tail jerks inside him.

His hand trails down from his stomach to his aching cock, and he gives himself a soft stroke, sucking in a soft breath as he does so, “Are you watching, MC?”

You don’t verbally answer him, but the slight tug on your bonds is answer enough for him.

— — —

“Well done,” he hums as he drags a gloved finger over your sensitive clit, watching your slick gather on the digit.

You wince a little but don’t pull away, relieved to have finally bested Barbatos at one of his own games, “So I win, yeah?”

He scoffs a little at your impatience, but he can hardly blame you - you did just spend an hour attempting to bake with him with a vibrator pressed against your clit, “Yes, you do. As agreed, I will do whatever you request of me.”

He’s unsurprised by your quick answer, “I want you to touch yourself.”

He does raise an eyebrow at that, “Mutual masturbation?”

You stick your tongue out at him playfully and poke his shoulder, “No, I wanna watch you.”

Barbatos crosses his arms, a playful glint in his eyes, “Just watch?”

You smirk, “Just watch.”

— — —

He strokes himself slowly, letting his eyes flicker close as he focuses on the sensations he’s providing himself. His wrists drags up and down slowly, his own touch light as he teases himself. He drags his thumb softly over his slit, gathering the surprising amount of precum that’s leaked from it, and spreading it along his length. He tentatively lets a soft moan fall from his lips, unused to being vocal for such an activity. He can feel your eyes burn into him as you watch, your eyes darting from his tail to his hand. He purposely keeps the end inside himself still, not wanting to overwhelm himself just yet. The other end, however, coils and squeezes the base of his shaft just right, curling just under his balls and adding a pleasant weight there.

Barabtos lets his eyes flicker back open, his hand having found a gentle, but pleasant rhythm. You’re watching him warm his tail, eyes transfixed on his stuffed hole. Lust just barely disguises the disbelief in your eyes - like you can’t believe someone as reserved as himself would even do such a sinful thing.

A soft whine leaves you as your gaze flickers up to meet his eyes and he smirks, “Still content with watching? Or would you care to join MC?”

You whine and tug at the binds, “I wanna join.”

He pauses his hand and softly snaps his fingers, the spell that was binding you disappearing in an instant. You waste no time crawling over to him. The free end of his tail slides away from his cock and towards you.

“Come now, little one. I have two ends for a reason~”

— — —

Simeon - Notes: gn!mc/reader, making out

The harsh light from the TV brightens and dims the room in time with the movie, as some intense action scene plays out; neither of you were paying attention.

Simeon sat on the plush of your mattress, leaning back against the wall to hold his upright position, while his mouth worked sinfully against your’s. His hands held your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he slowly grinds into you. Your own hands ranking angry lines down his exposed shoulders. Neither of you had bothered to take off more close than necessary than for you to sit on his cock, making this impromptu session even hotter and sinful.

The kisses are messy; all open mouthed, all tongue. He tastes faintly of confectionery sugar and a sweet demonus. You lean forward more, pressing him harder against the wall, sinking a little further on his cock. Simeon moans in the kiss, his cock giving a hard twitch inside you and you squirm against him in turn.

You pull away for air, a string of spittle connecting your lips. His face is dark with blush, and you’re sure yours is no different; soft pants leave his lips and he tries to catch his breath. His beautiful eyes are glossy with dark lust, contradicting his holy nature; it makes a dark part of you sing that you’re the one making him sin.

His eyelids flutter a little when your nails dig into the skin of his upper arms, “MC?” His voice is soft and breathless as he tries to gauge the look on your face. You grind into his lap, his breath hitching into a gasp and his head falls back with a moan. You lean forward and begin to kiss and suck love bites into his neck, watching his dark skin blossom beautifully in response to your actions. Simeon moans shamelessly, keeping his head leaned back, giving you free reign to his neck. His hands slowly guide your hips in a circular motion on his lap, drawing the occasional soft moan from you.

You slide your hands from his arm to the sides of his skin-tight shirt, sliding your fingers underneath the material to thumb at his nipples. He moans louder, rocking up into your tight heat and you tremble, as the head of his dick brushes that sweet spot inside you. Your teeth nip at the skin below his jaw, leaving a particularly nasty hickey, one that Simeon would struggle to hide later.

“M-MC p-please,” his soft beg startles you a little. You hum softly and pinch at one of his nipples. He gasps and bucks into you again, “P-please. I n-need you.”

You bite at a love bite, intending to make it darker and suddenly the world around you spins. Your back gently hits your bed as Simeon pins you there. He leans forward and plants a tender kiss at the junction of your shoulder and neck, muttering apologies as he starts moving in earnest.

— — —

Solomon - Notes: gn!mc/reader, aftercare

Softness. That’s the first thought that your mind registers as you blink away the fogginess; you’re laying on something soft. Warmth is your second thought, and the sensation of being touched by something. Something reaches your ears, and you shake your head trying to understand through the fuzz that fills your head. Slowly the something becomes a soft, warm hum that warms every sense of your being. Slowly the distant hum becomes clearer and you recognize that it’s words, and that the words are praise; praise for you. You open your eyes bearily and realize that the words flow from a blurry blob of white. You blink more, trying to understand what you’re seeing. You feel that warmth move from somewhere else on your body to caress your face.

Your eyes clear a little, and the white blob morphs into a person, someone who’s leaning over you with a soft, but concerned smirk. It takes you another second to recognize who it is.

“Ah, there they are. Are you alright, MC?” Solomon’s voice is soft, and he leans down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, “I was worried that you had passed out.”

“...wha?” You mumble as slowly you gain your bearings again, and then it comes flooding back - Solomon had just given you the most mind shattering orgasm you’ve had to date. You distantly recall taunting Solomon about something, however you can’t seem to place what exactly you had said to spark this little incident.

You move a little; a wave of dull soreness spreads from your thighs to your abdomen. You squirm more trying to regain your sense of feeling, and a loud mewl escapes you when your squirming ends with your discovery that Solomon’s still hard, and still inside you; his cock pressing right up against your sweet spot.

He shudders and gently rests a hand on your hip (precariously balancing himself on one arm as he does so), encouraging you to be still, “Easy there.” His voice is softer and trails off as he leans and places another soft kiss on your forehead. You shakily reach for him with your fingers just barely touching the skin of his neck; his skin pleasantly is warm and surprisingly soft. He smiles softly, taking the hint and leans down again to pepper kisses along your face and neck, his white hair tickling you all the while.

“You did so well, MC. You’re so adorable and lovely when you squirm on my cock. Mmm, I wanna keep you right here until you beg for more~”

The tonal difference between Solomon’s soft and loving kisses and his sinful praise makes your head spin and you subconsciously squirm more, gasping as you remember that his cock is still inside you.

“Mm~ yes, exactly like that MC. You enjoy keeping my cock warm, yes?” He nips gently at the skin of your neck, sucking soft hickeys into it. You whimper softly and try to gently push his face away from the skin of your neck. Your weak pushes do nothing to deter him, and he grinds softly into you.

The dull soreness is tempered by the embers of pleasure that he strokes with each press of his cock inside you.

“Come on, MC~. Don’t you want more?”

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[NSFW] Obey Me - MC begs him to fill them up

I’m sorrrrrryyy I’m really not I had to do this

TW: unprotected sex, creampie, swearing Characters: demon bros Writer: ahegato

note: basically, it’s the first time MC and him are having sex without protection (it’s of course assumed that both are safe in this case), and at the end, MC asks him to finish inside of them. I can't possibly be the only one into this kinda thing, so here y'all go!

LUCIFER:

“hm?”

he stops and pretends he didn’t hear you, just to make you say it again

as much as his animalistic urges tell him to immediately do it - to physically claim you as his - he also can’t just immediately give in

so he makes you beg even more for it

all while he has a smirk on his lips

you whine as you repeat it again

“really now?”

he stares you down, watching you wiggle to get some friction, as he’s still not moving

“yes... please, Lucifer...”

the demon chuckles, gently palming your face with his hand

then he suddenly begins to roughly thrust into you again, leaving you starstruck, eyes rolling up into your skull as you mumble his name

on his very last thrust before reaching his orgasm, he whispers “you’re mine” in your ear, sending you over the edge as well

I wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted to stay inside you for a while

during that time, he’s very affectionate and sweet, more than he usually is, basically drowning you in compliments and kisses

MAMMON:

starts to moan. like a lot

I mean he already was but it definitely got louder and more frequent

like imagine pornstar kind of moans

loud enough to possibly wake up Belphegor in the attic

his trembling knees nearly give in underneath him

he leans down until your noses are almost touching, whispering “i love you” over and over again between his moans

moans your name really loudly when he bottoms out in you, eyes rolling up into his skull as he fills you up

his arms are tightly wrapped around you, and he refuses to move his face currently buried in your neck

you rake your fingers through his hair as you ask him what he’s doing, and that’s when he lets out a sniffle

“i just love you so much” he cries, streams of happy tears running down his face

(post nut crying is surprisingly wholesome and it’s so fucking cute don’t @ me)

LEVIATHAN:

cums on the spot, letting out a whimper as he does so

mumbles incoherent words as he rides through his high

after finally calming down, he just kind of froze

you’re not sure if it’s because he realized what you asked for or because he accidentally finished without you

when it’s been about 10 seconds of complete silence, you start to genuinely get concerned

you’re about to ask if he’s okay when he bursts into a ramble where he profusely apologized, his face red as a tomato

won't look you in the eyes, burying his face into your chest

you try to reassure him that it’s okay and that you understand

…coyly adding that you’re just happy that you got what you wanted *wink wink*

he stares at you, his cheeks basically on fire at this point

guess who’s hard again 😏

SATAN:

slows his movement down

“oh? what was that? did my kitten just ask me to fill them up?”

you quickly nod, to which he leans down, feeling your shaky breath against his face

“who am I to refuse what you so desperately want?”

to which he speeds up again, rutting against you harder and faster, but also taking one of his hands down to stimulate you as well

as much as he desperately wants to release, he wants you to do so as well

won’t let himself finish until you’ve done it first

once you were pushed over the edge he couldn’t hold it back anymore, with your walls clenching around him, and he slams into you one last time before finally releasing

he will keep you in place until you’ve taken every single drop of him

ASMODEUS:

“mmm, of course. anything for you, my darling~”

I think he’d prefer the moment to be slow and deep rather than fast and hard, which usually isn’t the case

but you’re special to him, you’ve touched his heart in a way that no one else ever has

and he wants to show that through his actions

he wants to show that this is not him being the avatar of lust, this is him being absolutely infatuated by you

definitely holding at least one of your hands, the other most likely resting on one side of your face

he wants... no. he needs to see you

"look at me, sweetheart"

like Satan, he starts to touch you to bring you closer to the edge

he wants to finish together with you

the hand holding yours will tighten its grip as you both reach your climax, Asmodeus leaving moans and whines behind him as he does so

lusty boi is all about aftercare, so he brings you to the bathroom to shower off all the stickiness

then he'll snuggle with you in bed until you fall asleep

BEELZEBUB:

this boi has a breeding kink

so many people have mentioned it in their headcanons, and yeah I can kinda see it being true

“really? you really want it?” he asks with a look of surprise

once you confirm it, he wastes no time in speeding up his thrusts, gripping onto you even tighter from the pleasure

“I’m about to finish... I’m going to finish deep inside of you...” he huffs in your ear, “you’re going to be so full once I’m done”

you whine in response, moving into his thrusts to speed it up

with a deep guttural growl, he fills you up

...and I mean really fills you up

the fluid quickly starts to seep out of you, even while he’s still inside

that’s how much we’re talking about here

he’ll probably change the position so you can snuggle, but he’ll stay inside for as long as you’ll let him

it might even lead to him getting hard again tbh

BELPHEGOR:

at first he doesn’t see it as a super big deal

like it’s definitely an exciting thing, but he’s not crazy about it like some of the others are

he’s still pretty pleased though

because that means there’ll be less for him to clean up

because it’s such a close and intimate thing

“you want it inside?” he whispers softly, and you quickly nod

speeding up his movements, he feels himself get close

he wasn’t prepared for it to feel this good, and he ends up being way louder than he thought

you guys are usually rather quiet, or at least he is

he's practically whining and moaning like a pornstar

it doesn’t take much more for him to get over the edge

“ah fuck MC, ” he moaned as he connected his hips with yours a few more times, letting out spurts of his cum as he did so

his orgasm lasts for way longer than usual, all he can do is let out a few whimpers from the sensation, gripping you tightly

someone definitely heard him

✦ written 06/2023 - 11/2023 ✦ posted 28/11/2023 ✦ ahegato ✦

#thank you op for my life

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★ DAY 2 - face-fucking | beel

kinktober 2023 - masterlist.

warnings: top/dom reader + sub/bottom beel + amab reader + face-fucking + praise + cum-swallowing + a few "good boy"s thrown in + beel does not have a gag reflex + and would definitely cum untouched

a/n: ngl I still feel like kms WHY IS TUMBLR SO ANNOYING...also I headcanon that beel has sharp teeth<3

"T-that's a good by. You're doing so-ngh, well for me." Your words would have sounded almost so gentle and innocent had it not been for the strain in your voice and the lewd scene in front of you. Your demonic boyfriend that you loved oh-so-much was currently on his knees, sucking the ever-lasting life out of your dick.

"Mhhhn..." Beel had a dazed look on his flushed face, his purple eyes glassy as if he was barely aware of his surroundings other than the huge cock inside of his mouth. As his mouth kept moving up and down your length, so did his dextrous tongue, nearly coiling around your shaft. And the way that he was slightly dragging his fang on your dick just how he knew you liked it---fuck it was driving you crazy.

"Nghh...hmmm..." Beel moaned deeply as he kept taking you into his mouth, as far as he could go. The both of you knew that he could easily cum from only giving you oral and he wouldn't hesitate to do so. At first, Beel was content with you asking him once in a short while to blow you, as he loved pleasing his partner. But the more he did it, it was like the more he got addicted to the fullness of his mouth when occupied with your dick, the scent you give off, and the feeling of your cum spurt down his mouth. He went from waiting for you to ask his to suck you off to coming up to you nearly everyday and unapologetically asking for you to shove your cock down his throat.

While your lover continued to deepthroat you like his life depended on it, you savored the feeling of Beel's throat and tongue working up and down your shaft. Not only was he eager-- he was skilled. He knew exactly what to do, taking your dick all the way down so it nestles in his throat, that sinful togue doing wonders as it snakes around your cock, lingering on the places he knew you were most sensitive. You could positively say they were the best blowjobs you had ever received in your life.

"You're doing s-so fucking good for me baby, just keep going..." you groan as Beel continues to suck you off with fervor. When he looks up at you upon hearing your praise, you felt like you were going to melt seeing the lewd look of satisfaction on his face. You can't help but bury your hand in his ginger hair and begin hammering your dick into his throat.

"MmhHHM---" Beel's eyes widen when you unexpectedly begin to thrust your dick down your throat. In mere seconds, his original sound of muffled surprise became moans of appreciation. You continued to buck your hips into his tight throat, relishing in the tight heat you knew you would have to leave soon. Beel keens as he feels you forcing your huge dick down his throat. As his eyes begin to roll back into his skull, he realizes that he had came, no stimulation other than your cock pressing on all the parts of his throat.

Beel's warm, never-ending heat enveloped your dick as his tongue danced along you shaft. Yet it was one last kitten lick to a prominent vein on the underside of your dick that had you coming undone. "Fuck, cumming...!" You thrust into Beel's throat one more time, holding his head against your pelvis, forcing him to swallow all your cum into his greedy throat. He whimpers softly as he feels your seed go down his throat, to deep for him to be able to taste. Though when you finally start to pull out, he catches a few strands of your cum onto his tongue and some of it gets onto his lips. He wipes it off of his lips and licks his fingers clean, mouth wide open as he puts on a show for you.

You were never going to get over your boyfriend's blowjobs.

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The Dragon, the Fly, and the Sheep.

Tags: GN MC x Beel x Diavolo (everyone fucks everyone.), everyone’s top and bottom, oral (all receiving and giving), anal (not MC),d in un specified hole (for GN MC), cream pie, nipple play, all consensual Diavolo is just physically sensitive, no plot, no word count but this has to be the longest smut scene I’ve ever written…

A/N:Admittedly this might be fast paced- I’ve never written a threesome before and this is one of the fanfics where you feel like something possessed you as you write it so I hope y’all enjoy-

You don’t know how the night devolved into this, it was just supposed to be one of Diavolos many formal events. One where you just happened to start a conversation with Diavolo and Beel, and now it’s lead you three to a secluded room away from everyone.

The moment the door closed, needy hands found purchase on your body. Beel looked down at you with need as he holds your chin and kisses you deeply, the taste of Demonus on his tongue. Meanwhile a different pair of large hands are hold onto your waist, and Diavolos soft kisses are trailed down the back of your neck.

A low needy groan comes from behind you and praise gets whispered in your ear. “So stunning for us,” Diavolo let’s out a deep pur like chuckle making your spine shiver. “Look at our love bug, he’s just drooling to have a taste of you.” Beels blush deepened being called out, you can’t help but notice the saliva barely dripping out of the corner of his mouth as he looks down at you.

“We’ll give him what he wants soon, but…” Diavolo trailed off, walking out from behind you and in front of Beel. Diavolo gently placed a hand behind Beels neck and kisses him deeply, the latter letting out a surprised groan as he’s being pushed back onto the bed. “Let’s give him some attention.” The prince says with a smirk and makes room for himself between Beels knees.

Smiling yourself you climb on the bed next to Beel and kiss him passionately, his hands pull you close to him desperately wanting more of you. “Please… I need to taste you…” Beel whines as the red head between his thighs starts stroking his cock. The gluttons needy hands make quick work of your clothes to reveal your dripping need.

Looking at Beels heavily blush ridden face you give him what he wants. You position yourself above his face and lower yourself onto his mouth. Big hands quickly grab onto your waist and hold you against Beels needy tongue as he sloppily eats you. Your spine shivers when you feel the man under you moan into your sex, looking behind you and see Diavolo has swallowed all of Beels shaft looking up at you to with a proud glint in his eye.

Beels mouth on you became more and more sloppy as time went on, desperate to taste you but mind slowly going blank to what the prince was doing. While his mouth wasn’t as accurate anymore, the whines and moans he couldn’t hide vibrated through you, and before you know it your high is quickly approaching.

As your cum makes a hot mess of the gluttons face you see just in time his eyes roll back and shutter with a loud guttural groan. As Beel cums, Diavolo does an impressive job of swallowing his thick cum around his cock.

Getting off of Beel and laying next to him, you kiss his neck and whisper praises at how good he was for you and the prince. You feel the bed dip on the other side of Beel as the Diavolo starts praising and kissing Beel as well. As Beel catches his breath you and Diavolo kiss down his neck, meeting at the base of Beels neck you to start slowly get passionately eachother.

Greedily Diavolo wraps his arm around you and pulls you over Beel, so you’d be closer to him. With a quiet groan the ginger behind you rolls over and lazily kisses down the back of your neck. Shuttering at the attention, you paw at the princes pants, wanting to give him pleasure to.

With a devilish smile he helps you take off his pants and toss them aside off the bed. Diavolo turns you so you’re on your back and grabs your legs to wrap around his hips. Beel next to you rolls over on his side and starts to sloppily kiss down your neck and chest as the man between your thighs starts grinding against your entrance.

Your quiet whimpers and moans don’t go unnoticed by the two men above you. Soon enough thanks to Beels earlier oral, Diavolo slips into your entrance slowly to draw out all of your needy sounds. “MC… you sound so good… so soft.” The ginger praises softly against your skin before taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

Gasping and whining at yourself being stretched out by the Prince of Devildom, and having your nipples being toyed with by the Avatar of gluttony has you cooing and arching your back against the mattress. Slowly Diavolo started speeding up, holding onto your waist as he thrusts into you deeply hitting your perfectly on the inside.

Sensitive from your previous orgasm you hold onto Beels hair a with one hand, and grab onto Diavolos forearm with the other. Whining and moaning to them you feel yourself getting closer, your legs hold onto the reds waist tighter as you arch your back and climax on his cock. Your walls fluttering around him have his hips stutter and pull out to cum on your stomach and chest, which Beel happily licked off of your skin.

The Prince out of breath leaned down and kisses you deeply, seeing this the glutton let’s out a quiet growl and leans over to bite and kiss the princes neck. Diavolo gasped at the attention, letting you push your tongue in his mouth. Diavolo let’s out a content moan and leans back to let your hands wander. Beel slowly makes his way behind the prince, as your wandering hands start making work of his shirt.

The prince leans forwards as you start leaving kisses from his neck down to his now bare chest, not before long you feel Diavolo let out a shaky gasp. Curiously you look behind him you see Beel holding Diavolos now bare hips against his face, rimming the prince as he lets out whimpers above you.

“B-Beel…” he whimpers as he looks over his shoulder at the ginger, getting caught of guard again as he feels your tongue against his cock. Letting out moan after moan the prince holds onto your shoulders like his life depended on it. Diavolo begs as his legs start to shake, “P-please… I-I can’t- my legs.” unfamiliar with the assault from front and behind he whines to the both of you.

Beel behind him sit up straight on his knees and wraps his arms around the red heads waist, holding him against his toned chest. With a smirk you reach around and angle Beels cock with Diavolos ass, earning a pleased groan from the ginger and an excited gasp from the latter.

Slowly Beel pushed into Diavolo, the prince whining pleasurably feeling the stretch. As soon as Beel was fully sheathed inside the whiny pribce, you return your focus to the his leaking cock. Pitiful pleasurable sounds are heard above you as you lick up and down Diavolos massive length, with a hand holding the base of his cock, you start swallowing him down your throat.

Beel watching the show feels how relaxed Diavolo is becoming around him and starts to slowly thrust into him. Causing you to just need to sit there and suck while the prince gets his brain fucked out. Diavolo leans his head back against Beels shoulder moans like a virgin from the overwhelming pleasure.

“I-I- can’t… fuck- PLEASE- to much- no- more- please more-“ Diavolo moans to both of you, unable to tell what he really wants, if he’s overwhelmed by the pleasure or wants more of it.

It doesn’t take long for the red head to get close, his cock twitching in your hollowed mouth. “Ohhhh fuck… please- Beel- MC- cumming- fuck I’m cumming-“ Diavolo pleas, unsure what he wants due to his brain going fuzzy.

“It’s ok, I-I am to,” Beel groans lowly behind Diavolo, and not before long Diavolo arches his back and silently moans as cums down your throat and squeezes around the ginger behind him, who didn’t waist time filling the prince full with his seed.

Beel let’s out a low groan and with the fucked out red head in his arms falls sideways on the bed. With Diavolos cum still in your mouth you gently bring Beel to your lips and let him taste the princes cum. Pulling away with a string of saliva you lay down on the other side of Diavolo and gently caress his face.

“You did so good,” you whisper to him and help him through his high, Beel echos your words and gently kisses the back of Diavolo neck tenderly. With a dumb smile the Prince caresses both your, and Beels faces with one hand as a silent thank you.

You bring yourself closer to Diavolo and snuggle against his chest, wrapping one of your arms around him to hold onto Beel as well. With heavy breaths and pleased hums all around, you three start to drift off into sleep. Hopefully no one will find you three in this hidden bedroom deep within the castle.

#hi hello this did something to me

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