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Dancing With the Devil | Diavolo x Reader
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This takes place during the first year of the exchange program. MC is shy and a little awkward around their long time crush, Diavolo only to find his feelings are fully reciprocated in a dance of passion
CW: Explicit sex
*If this story is familiar I had it on my previous blog and it’s on my wattpad*
"I'm sure I can get some kind of sexual gratification just by staring if I try hard enough," you mumbled as you leaned on the palace counter gossiping with Asmo.
He laughed and patted you on the back.
"I've been trying for that one for a while," he sighed, admiring the prince, letting his eyes linger over his v-line.
"Such a sexy outfit, too," you sighed, and Asmo nodded.
You and the brothers and other exchange students were attending a spring ball at the castle, watching Diavolo laugh with Lucifer, Barbatos, and a few nobles you didn't recognize. Beelzebub entered the kitchen then, and you quickly shut up about your little crush on the prince; however, Asmo did not.
"Each time I get cuddly with him, Lucifer brings out his whips."
"Oh yikes, ...you think he'd...?"
"Use them on you? I'm sure he'd only do that in the bedroom," he grinned wickedly, and you slapped his arm.
"You always say stuff like that about your own brothers, you weirdo," and he began to laugh while Beelzebub dug trough the fridge behind you both.
You turned around and watched him as he began stuffing things in his mouth.
"Umm...Beelzebub don't you think Lucifer will get mad?"
He turned around and tried to speak with his mouth full of food, but neither you or Asmo understood what he was trying to say.
"Beelzebub finish chewing first please," Asmo sighed, and Beelzebub swallowed everything down in one gulp, which was mildly impressive if not also terrifying.
"Whatcha doing in the kitchen with MC, hm?" Mammon asked as he strutted towards the three of you.
Beelzebub stood up, and Mammon jumped a little, having noticed his other brother from behind the kitchen island.
"Geez Beel, ya know yer gonna get in trouble with Luci-"
"What are you four doing in here?" you heard Lucifer growl, and you turned around nervously to look at Lucifer, Diavolo standing with an unamused face behind him.
"Uh-"
Before Mammon could finish talking, Lucifer glared him down, and Mammon ran from the room.
"Talking with my dear MC," Asmo smiles innocently, tilting his head to the side.
Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed as he looked at Beel.
"Beelzebub? What makes you think you can steal the food from Lord Diavolo's fridge?" He growled, and Asmo took your arms and led you from the room.
You nearly brushed Diavolo's arm as you passed, and he glanced at you for a moment. You could feel his eyes on you as you were lead back to your table.
Solomon, Simeon, Luke, Leviathan and Belphegor were sat at the table. Solomon was observing people while Luke and Simeon talked, Leviathan played on a portable game device, and Belphegor snored next to his plate.
"Beel's gonna eat full, huh?" Mammon asked, appearing from nowhere. Asmo glared at him and took his seat next to you, stroking your arm gently. Mammon was pissed off by this and sat on your other side, tugging your arm to lean into him, and you sighed.
"He really couldn't wait a few minutes until dinner was served, huh?"
"That's Beel for you," Belphegor murmured, half awake.
Levi nodded, not taking his eyes off his device.
You glanced back to where Diavolo has been and noticed he was no longer by Lucifer's side but welcoming latecomers.
Who would dare arrive late for a royal event? You rolled your eyes as he bent over the succubus's hand and kissed it as a formality. Hopefully, it was just a formality.
Lucifer dragged Beelzebub out from the kitchen and marched to your table while the other brothers tensed up at his arrival.
"But it was really good-"
"That is no reason to steal from his majesty," Lucifer barked, and Beel looked at the ground moping while Belphie rubbed his shoulder.
Lucifer turned his attention to you, sat between Asmo and mammon.
"This is not the seating arrangement, return to your seats," he ordered through grit teeth, and Mammon and Asmo reluctantly returned and waited in the right seats while Lucifer glared them down to make sure they all stayed in place.
"MC, Simeon, Luke, Solomon; my lord requests you dine at his table once dinner is served," Barbatos said with a bow as he approached the table.
Luke looked annoyed, but Simeon smiled as he was used to speaking with Diavolo. Solomon smiled, eyes closed as he likely plotted something, and you turned beet red.
Asmo snickered, and Lucifer glared.
"What is so amusing, Asmodeus? Is there something I should know about?" He interrogated, and Asmo raised his hands and shook his head.
"Of course not," he said sweetly and flicked his eyes to meet yours for a moment.
You felt your ears burning and tried not to express your nervousness. You were always able to disguise your nervousness around Diavolo. He was an amazing friend to you, but you couldn't deny the way he made you feel when you were in private.
Every time you saw him, you wondered if it would be your chance, if you ever got one. Unfortunately, tonight it would seem you'll be sitting by the angels as well, and you'd feel a lot worse for thinking such things about the future demon king when around them.
Lucifer looked surprised by his lord's request as it wasn't originally planned but sighed and turned to you as you got up slowly and made your way to Diavolo.
Diavolo made the announcement dinner would be served, and everyone made their way to their assigned seats.
You weren't sure which one to take this time, but Diavolo pulled out the chair next to himself, and your heart skipped a beat as you sat down.
You smiled up at him and mouthed 'thank you' as he addressed the audience.
Barbatos announced what was being served, and there were whispers of excitement around the room as the butlers and kitchen servers walked out in line to bring each table its meal.
Everyone resumed their conversations, and Diavolo smiled at you. You smiled back, hoping you weren't blushing and your eyes lit up in excitement as the food reach your table.
Diavolo chuckled, and you gave him an inquisitive look.
"And just what’s so funny?" He teased.
"Your eyes light up exactly as Beelzebub's do whenever you are served food here," he observed, and you blushed.
"Well who doesn't like food?"
"Everyone likes food, MC, you just like it a lot," Luke agreed, and you sighed in defeat.
Simeon and Luke silently prayed over their meal while Solomon, Diavolo, and you dug in. "The last time we ate here, Solomon nearly killed us," you reminisced, and a shiver went down everyone's spine, even Diavolo looked disturbed by the memories.
Solomon just chuckled to himself, still smiling.
"And Asmo didn't even warn us," Luke mumbled.
"Speaking of Asmodeus, MC, you seem quite fond of him?" Diavolo asked.
"D-Diavolo?" You gasped and Simeon laughed.
"What? Is it not common knowledge?"
You turned to the others and asked, "does it seem like Asmo, and I are fond of each other?"
They each nodded, as did Barbatos when he approached to take his seat in Diavolo's other side.
"What? No way we aren't like that at all? He's like a gal pal sort of person to me. He does my hair and nails and we gossip and talk about boys and stuff - it's really nothing romantic at all-" you explained hurriedly, and Simeon laughed.
"So you talk about boys you've met here in the Devildom then?" Solomon pressed, and your face was visibly red.
"Well-I-"
Luke seemed annoyed, but the others were amused. You turned around and mouthed 'Hel͏p me' to the brothers' table where most of them were watching you intently.
Asmo gave a thumbs up, and you wanted to murder him; that was such a clear sign he knew something about one of the men at the table, and Diavolo caught onto it as he gave you an amused grin.
You facepalmed and stuffed your face with food to avoid the topic.
Diavolo asked Simeon, Luke, and Solomon about purgatory hall, studying methods, people at the school, everything you would normally ask an exchange student. So why did he ask you something so blunt? Was it just because it came up?
As soon as you heard Diavolo's hearty laugh, you were filled with an intense desire. This time purely romantic, he was so hot and so adorable, how could you possibly keep yourself away from this man.
"MC, I'm quite surprised I must admit that the brothers have not attempted to claim you in some way?" Diavolo suddenly brought up, much to everyone else’s surprise.
"What the-? If I may ask my lord why is it you seem so curious about my love life or lack thereof," you nearly choked on your food as the other watched in amusement, including Barbatos, who gave a knowing grin.
"You are our only,” he glanced at Solomon “…regular human exchange student, so it had me quite curious is all, especially since they've all changed so much since meeting you," he excused. Solomon gave him a confused and offended look but he ignored him in favor of watching your reaction.
Once your meal was finished, you awkwardly made your way back to the brothers, where Lucifer intercepted you and pulled you to the side out of sight.
"What were you speaking of with lord Diavolo," he demanded to know.
"For some reason my love life-"
Lucifer was red with anger, "why would you discuss such a thing!? Honestly MC I expected better of you-"
"He brought it up!" You exclaimed, and he was taken aback.
"What?"
"Yeah, and he kept bringing it back up, trust me I tried to avoid it."
"Why would he do such a thing, how was it brought up?"
"He said Asmo and I seemed close; I don't know?"
He hummed to himself, looking to the side and spun around, making his way to Diavolo, who smiled seeing his friend, and his face became confused when he saw how upset Lucifer seemed to be. You weren't sure what was said, but he simply laughed at his friend and patted his shoulder while Lucifer seemed to be angrily relaying what you'd said. You sighed, hoping you didn't seem like a tattletale. Just then Asmo linked his arm through yours and dragged you even deeper into the shadows of the empty hallways.
"Asmo, what the heck?"
"He so likes you!" He whisper shouted, and you blushed.
"Huh!?"
"I can tell these things MC you know that, you so have to do something. I can't believe you could totally get laid by the prince tonight!"
You turned red and jumped, slapping a hand over Asmo's mouth.
"What the hell, Asmo!?"
"Don't think I forgot about what you told me earlier; sexual gratification and all that, my charm may not work on you, but I know it's what you desire," he teased and smirked leaning in closer to you.
"Asmodeus, MC," you heard Diavolo's voice boom loudly through the halls though he spoke normally. Lucifer followed him closely and glared daggers at Asmodeus.
"Asmo, a word," Lucifer hissed, and Asmo winked at you and pranced after Lucifer.
You were left in the shadows alone with Diavolo, who smiled down at you.
"Did you need to ask me something?" You ask nervously, unsure of what else to say.
"I thought I'd tell you how lovely you look tonight, MC. I'm sure many will be eager to dance with you at the ball."
You blushed and looked away.
"Probably just the brothers like last time, or Solomon..." you thought aloud, and he smiled.
"You've done so much for this exchange program, and for the pillars so far, I cannot think of many ways to express my gratitude but perhaps sharing the first dance of the night with me could prove it to you in some way," he offered, and you gasped.
"R-really? But I have no idea how to dance, I'll be humiliated, and you'll be embarrassed by me-"
"Now why would I be embraced by you, MC, I'm quite proud of you, actually."
"You are?"
"Of course. Did I not just mention how much you've done for the brothers?"
You looked away shyly, extremely happy on the inside, and nodded.
He laughed at how cute you were being and held out his hand for you to take. You took it without questions, and he led you to an empty room.
"Where are we going?"
"The piano room.”
"You have an entire room for a piano?"
"But of course. Where else should I put such a prized possession?" You laughed at his surprised face, as if it were very common to have a room specifically for an instrument.
"So..."
"Why are you going there?" He read your thoughts, "the first dance does not start for an hour. I thought perhaps we could practice our dance to ease your nerves. Quite frankly, I'd also like to get to know you better, and I believe this is a better place to do so then somewhere people will circle around me or in a long dark hallway."
You chuckled and agreed and noticed his eyes light up a bit when he heard your laugh. The same way you always reacted when you heard his. Was it stupid to think whatever feelings you had could come to fruition? This man was ruler of the demons, the next devil himself; and you...you were a struggling human college student with a lot of issues.
After turning through many corridors and climbing several stairs which admittedly exhausted you, especially in heels, you reached two large doors and were surprised by the interior when he pushed them open.
"This isn't the piano room," you stated, and he blushed.
"I did intend to bring you there, but...I believe the view from my balcony is a much better place to dance and to talk." He said, seeming a little embarrassed, and you walked by his king-sized bed and to his balcony through two huge glass doors.
He was right. The view was breathtaking, and you smiled in awe. He watched you adoringly as you twirled, attempting to look innocently beautiful, but instead, you fell over.
He rushed to your side as you laughed at yourself to stop you from crying for embarrassing yourself like that in front of your crush.
"MC, are you alright?" He asked and lifted your dress to check your ankle. He looked it over and determined it wasn't injured in any way.
He helped you to your feet, and you hid your face in his chest, still blushing like mad. He laughed and ran his fingers through his hair.
"As much as I'd love to dance with you, I'm way too embarrassed to do something like that in front of everyone..." you mumbled sadly.
He detected the sadness in your voice and nodded, understanding your decision. Humans could be so fragile and so easily embarrassed; it was a little entertaining.
"There is still an hour until my presence is required, is there something else you'd like to do? Perhaps we could take a stroll in my garden? Or I could show you the view from the highest point in the castle," he suggested.
"I don't understand why you're being so kind to me, Diavolo. Shouldn't you be meeting with nobles and hosting and such," you trailed off, and he tilted your head to look at him, cupping your cheek and smiling sadly.
"I've done so for thousands of years. I can afford to miss an hour," he comforted, and you brightened up.
"Okay, if you're sure," you smiled, and he nodded and took your hand in his leading you away from the balcony.
"Then what do you have in mind, MC?" He asked with a somewhat mischievous smile, and you felt the butterflies doing backflips in your stomach as you stammered.
"I-I don't know. Is there something you'd like to do?"
"Why, yes, there is. Though I'll need your consent," he smiled, and your heartbeat erratically.
"Of course," you agreed, not a hundred percent certain what he'd ask but hopeful.
Every second you'd spent silently pining until that moment was worth it as he leaned into you, eyes closed, and sealed your lips together.
When you parted, you stared at him with joyful surprise, and he seemed relieved you weren't opposed.
"D-do you think we could do that again...for maybe like the whole hour?" You joked nervously. He laughed and agreed, this time leading you to his bed.
You sat on the edge heart beating out of your chest, and he sat next to you and brought your lips back to his.
You eased into the kiss, and he wrapped his arm around you to support you as he deepened the kiss. Your lips would only separate a brief moment before reuniting desperately. Diavolo's hand squeezed your waist, and you could feel his long black nails as he pushed you backwards into the mattress. You let his tongue slip past your lips, wisely giving him immediate access. The prince was likely never denies anything, and besides, you didn't want to deny him. This was heaven in the middle of hell.
As his tongue tangled with yours excitedly, he reached one hand to the waist of your dress and hiked the skirt up enough to reach for the waistline of your tights and began slipping them off. That's when you could confirm this was going to be more than kissing, and your thoughts began to race uncontrollably as your tights and heels came off together. He wasted no time in slipping off your underwear, and you shivered at the cold air against your inner thighs. You gave him a confused look, and he laughed lightheartedly.
"I assume you don't want to wear wet underwear for the rest of the night?" He chuckled, and you turned red and agreed as he brought your lips back to his. He slid his hands under your dress and held your waist, pressing it against his.
He was still fully clothed, and you didn't find it fair. As if he could genuinely read your mind, he transformed back into his demon-self, his natural self. You admired his silky red hair and, for some reason, very sexy horns as he continued to kiss you. He bit your lip playfully and left a trail of kisses from your mouth to your neck, sensually kissing about the collarbone, sucking, licking, and biting the exposed skin.
You moved your hands to his bare chest, feeling his muscles and sift skin and purred happily to yourself. He left your mouth for a moment, just long enough to remove his fur infinity scarf and his jewelry, placing them delicately on the dresser by his bed where he retrieved a condom. He looked back and you and stared before you realized you were still spreading your legs completely exposed.
"D-Diavolo," you stuttered, and he chuckled to himself and slid off his leather boots and baggy pants, revealing his demon form had no underwear underneath, and you bit your lip staring at his firm ass.
"Why don't we remove that dress before it gets ruined," he suggested though it was more of a firm request.
You nodded and unzipped the back enough to slip it off. He crawled back onto the bed in front of you and placed you on his leg, bringing his lips back to yours as he unhooked and slid off your bra.
He threw back the covers and covered your exposed back with a sheet. The curtains were closed, and the door was locked, but he still seemed precautious with you. Just in case Lucifer angrily threw open the door, suspecting you both.
He placed one hand in the small of your back, and the other held the back of your head as his lips trailed back to your neck. His hands began to roam your body and feel your curves, squeeze your hips, delicately brush the pads of his fingers down your spine. You were surprised how delicate this giant of a man could be, and you realized he must have experience. You grew hotter at the idea and began kissing his neck as he left hickeys on yours. Your lips let slip a soft moan, and his grip on your hips tightened as he flipped you over, underneath him again, chests mere inches apart. He was trying to control his breathing, but his heavy breaths were an indicator he was struggling to hold back instead of taking you immediately. But he knew this wouldn’t just be painful in general but would be even worse for a fragile human. His fingers brushed over your cheek, and he turned his attention to your chest. His eyes lingering for several seconds before he supported his weight with one hand and used the other to lightly massage your breast. His wings flapped for a brief second, giving away his excitement, and you moved your hands to the back of his neck, bringing him closer to you. He met your eyes; his were serious and curious. He was concentrating hard on not harming you and looking for any signs of fear or hesitation in your expressions, but your smile was enough to ease him. He moved his mouth to your chest careful not to hit your face with his protruding horns, and you tilted your head back to avoid them as you ran your hand through his hair, massaging his head as he began trailing his tongue around your tit, squeezing it lightly with his hand before taking it in-between his teeth.
You squirmed and whimpered, and he looked up to make sure you weren't in pain, but your gentle moans as he continued reassured him you'd be fine.
You were so caught up in the way he made you feel you realized you weren't verbally encouraging him or telling him what felt best, which would likely help him instead of him cautiously taking each step so slowly. "Diavolo," you moaned softly, face heated, and he paused.
"Don't stop, you feel so good," you encouraged, and his small bites around your tits became a bit harder before he moved to the breast that'd been left unattended. Normally he'd massage one while licking the other, but his weight was too much for a human. He switched hands and twirled his thumb around the areola as you continued to moan his name.
"MC," his voice deepened as he moaned, and your heart leaped. For so long you wanted to hear him moan your name, now you were under his sheets, your bodies entangled as he moved his hand down between your thighs.
You felt his finger brush against your opening and moaned, body pleading for more contact. He let your squirm and laughed as you did so, entertained by your neediness. He inserted a finger slowly and was pleased to find you were already very wet.
"Do you want me that badly, dear?" He asked, and you blushed but nodded, biting your lip. He found this sexy and keeping his hand between your legs he kissed your lips, propping himself up as he pulled back the sheets to get a better look at you. Hit by the cold air again, you shivered and moaned. He moved his eyes over your body before looking at himself, hoping you'd follow his eyes, which of course, you did.
You weren't just surprised by his size but legitimately scare and full of many questions.
"Umm-that's?"
"Will you be alright," he asked teasingly, and you nodded, red-faced.
It had to be a little more than twelve inches in length, and you weren't sure how much you were even capable of taking in. His dick was a sight to behold, and one reason was it certainly wasn't human, the veins were thick, and the shaft had small circular bumps that acted like barbs. Once he was inside of you entirely, he wouldn't be able to pull out until he came. The condom he'd grabbed earlier would likely prevent this, but of course, you couldn't tell. Each time you opened your mouth, all that came out was a moan.
You nearly formed words until he inserted a second finger inside of you, and his other hand pushed your head into his chest. You ran your hands over his pecs and left small kisses on his collarbone and chest. A moan built in his throat, and he rested his head atop yours as he made a scissoring motion with his fingers. You squeezed your legs together, and he grinned as you squirmed in his embrace. He tightened his grip around you and inserted a third finger. His fingers were long and large, and the pointed black nails scratched lightly against your inner walls in all the right places. As he inserted a fourth finger, he moved his thumb to your clit and began massaging it in circles. You were a mewling mess in his grasp, and he let out an instinctive grunt.
He was desperately holding himself back as he pumped his fingers in and out quickly. He moaned your name into your hair and kissed the top of your head, gritting his teeth together, pumping faster and faster until a wave of heat ran through your body, and your eyes squeezed shut in the intensely pleasurable warmth. He felt you cum over his fingers and grinned wickedly. He held your stare as he raised his fingers to his lips and sucked off your juices, you blushed furiously, shocked that the prince had this kind of side to him. His grin was loving but also a little sadistically curious. Probably because he was about to fuck your lights out. He licked his lips and moved his hand back between your legs, still holding your gaze lovingly.
"MC," he began in a husky voice that made you shiver.
"Y-yes?"
"Do you think you can take me within you now?" His words were drawn out and held back an anxious growl.
You nodded, though you were unsure.
"I see," he smiled and sat up quickly to retrieve and roll the condom over his length, though it didn't cover his shaft completely it would be enough to stop most cum from pouring into you, and the idea had you becoming wet again already.
Diavolo's eyes darted to the clock on his wall to make sure he had enough time and was pleasantly surprised he had more than enough time to make you squeal and scream beneath him.
He admired your form. A small human brave enough to let the demon prince slam his cock inside of them. They likely didn't know how hard it could be for them or the pricking pain of the barbs, but they were ready nonetheless. He moved over you and spread your legs apart, he admired your throbbing pussy and looked back to your trembling body, nervous but desperate for him, and he moved his hips to yours, the head of his dick pressed against you. He used one hand to spread your entrance apart enough to fit his head inside, and he mumbled to himself through grit teeth, "You're so tight-."
He slowly moved his dick deeper inside you, taking deep breaths not even halfway in to stop himself from suddenly bucking into you. He was big enough to make you bleed, and that's the last thing he wanted. He'd wanted to do this with you for so long, and seeing you completely unaware of Asmo's attempts on you that night made his temptation too much to hold back any longer. He wanted you himself, and he finally had you. This thought unintentionally made him buck his hips, his cock much deeper inside you now, and you let out a gasp that turned into a moan as your body instinctively bucked towards his.
Diavolo slowly began to pull back, pumping into you slowly at half-length, he used one hand to pinch and roll your clit between two fingers, making you wetter than you already were. You reached for him, and he blushed and leaned into you, finally ramming his hips into yours. You threw your head back and instantly came again much to his surprise. But he immediately gave you a playful smirk that had you the shade of blood in embarrassment. You moved your hands to clutch his hair, and he focused seriously again, moving back and forth slowly, pumping in and out, mumbling about how tight you were until his pace and strength picked up enough to throw your body forward. You were held against his hips as you and the bed shook with every thrust, the bed frame beginning to hit the wall loudly enough to echo down the halls. He spread your legs further apart, reaching deeper inside as he grunted and moaned, slamming his cock in and out of you as your body contorted in the sheets, nails digging into his head. Unable to properly grip his hair, your hands moved to his horns and kept them there.
You could feel the small barbs of his dick as they sent you to heaven and back, you could feel every vein as he pulsed inside you.
Your vision blurred for a moment as you screamed his name, unable to control yourself. Hips bucking together hard enough to bruise and break, you were a wailing mess beneath him. His movements became sloppy, and when he watched your face twist in pleasure as you came again, his delight sent him over the edge, and with one final buck of his hips you gasped for air as the barbs stopping scratching, and he slowly pulled out, condom overflowing with his semen.
You both paused a moment, breathing frantic and held each other's gaze. Diavolo reverted to his human form and crawled next to you, laying on his chest, hugging his pillow as he watched your pink face struggling to breathe. Your cheeks were stained with tears and your hair more tangled than a bird’s nest as your chest heaved, taking in as much air as it could while you came down from your high.
He chuckled as he watched you, unsure of what to say. He'd just completely broken his composure, he'd ignored his title and interfered in his own exchange program just to get a taste of you. But he still wanted more of you. He ran his hand through your loose strands of hair and moved them out of your face. He sat up and threw the sheets off his bed, leaving you exposed again. You struggled to sit up but fell back into the bed. He helped you up and carried you in his arms to his private bathroom. He sat you underneath the showerhead and left the room to get something. He came back with your folded clothes and sat them on the sink next to his.
"My hair and make up," you mumbled, and he laughed.
"That's an easy fix, dear," he soothed you and turned the warm water on as he joined you in the shower, washing off the sweat and everything else. He admired the bruises and bites he'd left on your skin and helped you stand up, leaning into his chest, he held your hips as you were unable to stand on your own.
You felt the water run over you, and Diavolo comb his fingers through your matted hair. You were both silent, not sure what to say.
"So..." you trailed off, hoping it'd prompt him to speak.
"So..." he replied, taking a moment to think of what to say next.
"Did you enjoy yourself," he asked, already knowing the answer but wanted to hear it from you as you nodded shyly in agreement.
"Ye-yes," you stammered, and he hugged you closer as he ran a bar of soap over your arms.
"Good, we should do this again soon," he added, and you jumped in surprise.
Really? Lord Diavolo, your crush, a future demon king, wanted to have sex with you?
"Really?"
"Yes....But can we agree on one thing," he asked as you finished washing.
"Yes?"
"Lucifer can never find out."
You both laughed and nodded before sweating at the idea of what he'd do to you both. Diavolo rubbed your back and helped you to the sink where you dried off, and he used a spell to redo your hair and makeup as it was, though he didn't bother hiding the marks he left on you.
You both returned to the party a few minutes before he was to make his entrance, but when people asked for you to dance, you had to decline even though Mammon seemed depressed at rejection. This was only because you'd done enough dancing that night. Just not the kind of dancing anyone expected.
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Obey Me characters and their dominance!
(Minors DNI)
I have been haunted by spicy headcanons all week and I can’t get them out of my brain so here! Maybe I’ll write some smut drabbles based on this idk!
Lucifer is a hard dom hands down. He’s the avatar of pride and constantly stressed he will use you like a fucktoy until he’s satiated. And by god it takes a while for him to be satiated. Don’t expect to walk for a week hun
Mams. My boy. My greedy little scummy boy. He’s a switch. He’ll have you in any way you’ll let him because he just wants you. Under him, in him, riding him, potato tomato
Levi is such a sub I mean come on. Call him a good boy and he’ll fold like a wet tissue. He loves it when you take control and dirty talk him while you stroke him
I firmly believe that Satan is a masochist top. You’re his sexual stress ball to relieve all gis pent up aggression (with your consent of course). He’ll goad you into biting and scratching him until he’s covered in evidence of what you did
Asmo will take anything. He’s the avatar of lust. He will let you fuck him stupid then make you his submissive little slut the next minute. Like I said he will take anything you give him.
Beel is definitely a gentle top. He doesn’t do it for his own pleasure tbh; he’s more interested in making you feel good.
Belphie is a pillow princess I’m sorry. But like a power bottom sadist pillow princess, does that make sense? He makes you do all the work but he tells you what to do, and if you don’t do it then your ass getting punished babes
I’m not so sure about Diavolo. I headcanon him as sex indifferent BUT if he did have sex he’d probably be a soft top/service top
Barbatos. Is. A. Service. Switch. You are second only to the young master in his eyes. Whatever you want to do he’ll do it unless it could hurt you
Simeonnnnnnn I am in love with this man jfc. He’s 100% a gentle top. He wants to feel good but he also wants you to feel good too. You could be doing the dirtiest nastiest thing and he’d still kiss you like you’re on an innocent fair date
Solomon seems like he’s a sadistic dom and. Yeah he is. This man will put you in a mating press and fuck you til you can’t think and honestly? We’re here for it
And yeah that’s it! These are very fun (and I’m very horny) so I might do more
#obey me#obey me smut#omnsfw#omnsft#obey me nsft#lucifer obey me#mammon obey me#levi obey me#satan obey me#asmo obey me#beel obey me#belphie obey me#diavolo obey me#barbatos obey me#solomon obey me#simeon obey me
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dominant mc pt2 - obey me! headcannon (18+)
absolutely doing dateables >:) thank you for asking @oliolisstuff !
very sorry for the wait on this pt2! i wanted something smaller to get myself to start posting again, so here is some more dominant mc for all of you!
part one with the brothers can be found here if you haven't read it yet!
minors dni, slight spoilers in like,, all of them
prompt: a dominant mc is picked for the exchange program and how their time with the dateables would be (+how sex is)
genre: general & smut
pairings: dateables (minus luke, obviously)
DIAVOLO
He was so amused seeing you the first day, I mean look at Lucifer!
You didn't seem worried of your own fate, which eased some of his nerves, but sparked different fears
Would you be fine here, with little to no care? Even with the supervision you had?
And when you managed to survive two years of being in Devildom, sometimes when your life was in danger
He felt great about it, and you, and coming to the human world was so wonderful
That's when he felt most comfortable, really
He was away from work, in your room with you, your hand gently caressing his thigh
He got a bit pouty each time you didn't keep going or moved your hand
Give him a little kiss on his bare skin and you'll see him shiver slightly
Be gentle while handling him though, he's new to this, but he knows you can handle him
Make the space comfortable too, just make everything really nice so you can go slow and hear all his sweet little moans
Keep kissing around, gentle bites, subtly marking him riles him up more than words can in this moment
He's most likely going to flip it on you when you're not able to keep going on him
He's also the one who goes the longest of everyone while still allowing you to climax, enjoy yourself..
BARBATOS
The hardest person to get alone for more than a few minutes, what kind of a sadist are you?
At the beginning, it was hard to even know how he felt, even now it could be hard
But you didn't give up and ended up in a relationship with the Barbatos
Having any romantic moments with him are few and far between, but they felt wonderful when they happened
You got to bathe in his subtle but fragrant cologne while he eased you to sleep during your stay at the Demon Lord's castle
Then, he woke you up and you wanted your Barbatos-time, so you had him promise you time together, just the two of you
He cleared his schedule with care before meeting with you at night
Still didn't turn off his butler switch and cared over you until he could detect no lies
And then you brought up an offer; cockwarming (with or without a dildo)
His face grew red as he checked up on how you were feeling, before smirking, "My, my, if only you told me earlier, dear.."
After checking that he didn't have any other business, he settled himself on your lap and allowed your test of patience to begin
He took the time to graze your lips, to gentle bite them and to feel up your body before you broke and pushed him onto the bed
Although you weren't gentle with him, he didn't entirely mind, he enjoyed seeing how quickly you broke when he was right there
Now, just tell him whenever you need that again, surely his schedule would magically be free?
SIMEON
You were the opposite of what he expected when he saw you
Well toned, tall and looks as if you could crush someone skull with your hands
He was impressed that humans could get to the point you were at
But that didn't distract him that much yet, not until later on, the closer he got to you
You clouded his brain and judgement to the point he had to pause his speaking to gather himself again
Then the night on the train came, where he told you how he felt about you and you accepted his advances
It eases his nerves for sure and you spending more time with him was even better
But in your touches, he felt you restraining yourself, avoiding touching some places
That made him upset, where you had to avoid where you laid your hands on him because it was considered sinful
So, he let you indulge by starting it himself by planting himself on your lap, placed your hands on his hips and when your hands moved to his ass, he leaned in and kissed you
Course, he thought it would stop at touching, even if it killed him inside, but you didn't
You pushed him back onto the bed, mumbling about how long you'd waited, if he was sure about this, and he felt his face warm up
You were rough, but slow with him, and you both ended up with nothing on by the end of the night
Spoon him as you both rest, and promise him this wasn't a one time thing, please
SOLOMON
Another person who was amused, especially cause of how you reacted the exact opposite the demons expected
I mean really, you may be stronger physically, but that doesn't make you anymore safe than if an average human was sent down
Still, he promises to be the only connection you have to other humans while down here
Continues to treat you as if you were a meek little lamb who needs a guardian
And then you start developing magical skills and he's BEAMING
Finally, someone on his level, maybe even better, who's physically strong to boot?
You're like the perfect little magic person wrapped up
And then he can't keep how he feels to himself in Levi's game
It's not like he hasn't had experiences like that before, but it still felt unreal
And he didn't receive as much as you did that night
So, when you're in his dorm and the angels are out, he decides to mess with you
Tugging on your shirt is your first hint of what Solomon wants, so why hold back?
It was his turn to be a moaning mess and it caught him off-guard at how well your hips moved in motion with his movements
Though, he didn't really mind being on the receiving end for once
The constant murmurs in his ear, asking how he's doing before you gently bite behind his ear once he reassures you he's fine
It was sweet and hot at the same time, and he'll happily do that with you again, with less restraint preferred
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Omg your ideas for the bunny boy smut are making me dizzy and it's just a slight teaser!! You deserve a forehead smooch for that one my dear♡
Ps I'm cheering for you and your future writings(: have a great day/night.
Aw, thank you, Anon! Here's a lil something for you. Based on my previous ask here. (Also, the timing worked out so... Happy Birthday, Beel and Belphie!)
Bunny Boy Smut - Twins Edition
Summary: You punish Belphie for sleeping on the job. Later, you give Beel a reward for bringing in a wealthy client. (AU where the Fall is basically a sex club, no minors allowed).
Tags/Warnings for Belphie's section: Belphie is a masochist, pre-negotiated scene for 'advertising purposes', sex work mentioned, gender-neutral reader (no genitals mentioned), public humiliation, Belphie is hit with a switch, use of the word 'bunishment', Belphie is also interacting with a group of demonesses.
Tags/Warnings for Beel's section: sex work mentioned/implied, gender-neutral reader (no genitals mentioned), a carrot-shaped sex toy, public sexual activities, Beel is making out with a demon guy while you're pleasuring him, there's also a demon MILF, feeder/feedee kink mentioned/discussed, Beel is a good boy who gets rewarded.
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Belphie
The night had barely started and already you were run ragged.
With the addition of more exchange students and the Demon Prince himself, the bunny boy event was more popular than ever. That didn't mean that the demon brothers were less popular however - in fact, those who had missed out the first time seemed determined to get some extra time with their idols.
And now you weren't just any bunny - you were the head bunny. The bunny-in-chief. The master.
So not all that unusual.
Diavolo and Simeon headed the bar, a group of succubi and incubi crowding around. Lucifer was dazzling some customers with his pouring skills - four drinks at once. Asmo was getting groped and you really hoped he was remembering to charge for all those extra touches.
Everyone seemed to be working well, except for...
"Belphegor."
From the lap of a cute demoness - who looked about ready to faint - Belphie stirred. He looked at you with watery, half-lidded eyes. "Oh... Hey, MC."
"What have we talked about, Belphie?" you sighed in mock disappointment. Belphie blushed and looked away, sitting up from his lap pillow.
"...Not to sleep during shifts," he mumbled. The patrons at the table cooed. He had them wrapped around his little finger.
His methods might've been underhanded, but Belphie was good at his job.
"Belphie, this is the third time. I'm gonna have to punish you." You made a show of looking remorseful even as the table protests.
"We offered to let him sleep-"
"He just looked so cute, so I asked him to rest-"
"We really did let him!"
"No, MC's right." Belphegor slowly stood up and bent himself over the table, well-trained. The motion brought the attention of several other customers. "When I slack off, it makes more work for you and Beel, right? So I don't mind if you punish me..."
You hummed and Belphie made himself comfortable, one customer even sweetly laying a pillow down on the table for him to rest his head.
"I'd totally get in trouble with the others too. You know how much Mammon hates it when I play favourites." You stroke soothing circles into Belphie's back, the patrons watching as he shuddered and blushed.
"Don't talk about anyone else right now," Belphie whined, holding his hips up to give you - and the patrons - a better view. "I only want you to pay attention to me... Even if it's to punish me, focus on me."
Even as he claimed your attention, Belphie reached out his hands for the demonesses to take. One stroked his hair, one kissed his palm.
"Go easy on him, okay?" one asked, and you smiled.
"I promise I will." Their relief at your words was short-lived as you pulled the switch from its harness on your leg.
"But you said-"
"I'm a human, so my strength isn't much compared to a demon," you explained, your hand moving down to Belphie's ass. "Just using my palms wouldn't work very well as a punishment."
"A bunishment?" The demons giggled even as you swatted Belphie for that comment.
"How about... 20, hm? Will that wake you up?" you asked, leaning over him, pressing his chest into the table. His ass pressed back against you, grinding - only you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Yeah," Belphie mumbled, his eyes flicking between the patrons with an adorable blush. "Um, if it hurts, I might squeeze your hands..."
"That's okay," one cooed. The others seemed to agree.
"Count for me, okay?" You give him a kiss on the neck before standing back up, running the switch down his back and watching Belphie tense in anticipation.
"One!" he yelped at the first hit. You knew it couldn't hurt him that much - brat or not, Belphie was a powerful demon - but he still shuddered at the hit. Still, Belphie held his hips up obediently, ass in the air, ready for the next hit. "Two!"
You changed it up a little, going from left to right, high and low, trying to find the spot that would provide the best reaction for your audience.
"Nine," Belphie moaned. You grinned, not bothering with the pitiful act anymore. After all, very few eyes were on you.
"Ten!" With his hands being held by the customers, Belphie tried to hide his face in the pillow. You let a demoness soothe him, guiding him to turn his head, revealing his flushed cheeks and watery eyes.
At eleven, you noticed a 'problem'.
"Belphie," you spoke as he cried out 'twelve', in a broken voice, "stop humping the table."
"Sh-shut up..." Belphie was bright red as you reached around his hips. He moaned when you cupped the bulge in his pants, releasing a put-upon sigh.
"It's not much of a bunishment if you enjoy it, right? What am I going to do with you, honestly..." You shook your head and faked considering a solution.
“Please don’t stop!” Belphie begged. The table - not to mention everyone nearby - watched as he rutted against the edge, moaning. “Please, master!”
You sighed. "Fine, but I still expect you to count."
The next hit aimed between his legs.
“Thirteen!” Belphie’s eyes rolled for the audience, his hands holding tightly to the patrons. “Fourteen!”
Playing it up for the audience or not, Belphie was really making himself look like a slut. Your aimed another strike between his legs, just missing his dick, and his next counts were barely understandable moans.
“Ei-eighteen…” Belphie drooled onto the table. A demoness found a napkin to gently clean his face. Belphie sighed happily and sucked on her fingers when she offered them.
“Better take those out before the last two,” you advised, giving Belphie a moment's rest. “His bites can hurt.”
You groped around to find where his ass was the most sore, directing your next swing to where you'd gotten the highest-pitched moan.
“Nineteen!” Belphie shuddered and groaned and for a second you’d thought one of the patrons had started jerking him off. Tears fell down his cheeks prettily, highlighting his wet lips.
“Last one, Belphie. Are you ready?” you asked in a soothing voice, squeezing one well-abused cheek. He whined and nodded.
“Please, I deserve it…”
You rolled your eyes. “I feel like this has been more of a reward for you…” Once more, you palmed at his crotch, earning an open mouthed moan that had at least one customer shoving their hands between their legs. “But at least it got your blood pumping.”
You flip him over, exposing his bulge to the entire room. Belphie’s hands scramble against the table before they’re once again caught by some patrons, squeezing his hands and stroking his hair.
You brought the switch down hard, not holding back, against the line of his dick.
Belphie cried out, his back arched, his head thrown back. A small wet spot formed in his pants where pre-cum leaked through, and when he collapsed, still shaking, on the table you could already see one demoness scrambling through her purse.
“Twenty…” Belphie murmured. One patron that had been holding his hand brought him in for a deep, messy kiss.
“There’s a good boy.” You rubbed his thighs soothingly, Belphie still trying to buck his hips into empty air.
“Here.” A demoness slammed a wad of cash onto the table. You picked it up and counted. “This is enough for a private room, right?”
“For an hour,” you agreed, pocketing the money into your bunny bag. “Please be mindful of this bunny’s rules and limits. You can find a copy on the back of the door in his room. This is considered a binding agreement and breaking said rules could result in severe consequences.”
The demoness nodded and those at the table began to get up - except for Belphie and the demoness he was still kissing.
You slapped his still-sensitive cock. Belphie yelped into the demoness’ mouth, pulling away to look at you with a string of saliva still connecting them.
“These kind ladies are going to play with you in your room. Make sure to be a good bunny for them, okay?
“Yes, master.” Belphie stood, face still messy from saliva and tears. His gait as he walked was awkward, keeping pressure away from his crotch and his ass as much as possible. “Thank you for punishing this naughty bunny.”
Through the arousal, you could see a hint of Belphie’s ordinary mischievous self. You might reward him later for putting on such a good show - but that wasn’t something for the customers to see.
“Enjoy your time, ladies. Please let me know if he needs any further bunishment.”
You bowed before the patrons as Belphie led them through the tables to the back rooms. You sighed and made sure to make note of the time - you were certain you’d have to go help him clean up once his hour was done.
The life of a bunny master was exhausting.
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Beel
You understood that this world was wondrous and varied and included many people with many different kinks, and you were quite sure this was one of them.
The patrons at Beel’s table had racked up a bill worth thousands of Grimm and counting. Barbatos had been serving them near-constantly, switching out empty plates for ones piled high with treats. The customers themselves barely had any, instead focusing on letting Beel eat the lion’s share as they watched.
So long as Beel was happy, you didn’t really mind. Solomon was getting the same treatment to a lesser extent a few tables over after you’d encouraged the idea. Of course, no human - and no demon either - was going to out-eat Beel, and his patrons had moved from feeding him to stroking his stomach. Solomon gave you a thumbs up as you passed, so he was fine.
“Excuse me!”
You turned on your heel and headed straight to Beel’s table, where one handsome demon had him licking whipped cream off of his hand. The demon looked utterly entranced as he watched Beel’s tongue move between his digits. Having gotten the same treatment a few times, you couldn’t blame him.
“Yes, madam? How may this bunny assist you?” You gave a little bow in greeting that the patrons always seemed to love. While your role as the bunny manager had prevented you from being hired out specifically - for the most part - your assistance was still very popular.
“Aren’t you a cutie!” the demoness laughed. She was older than most of the other demons at the bar, utterly gorgeous with deep green hair and a mature figure. “My partner and I just saw the magic carrot reward on the menu and I think you’re the bunny to ask.”
You smiled brightly and nodded even as Beel’s eyes widened. A blush started to creepy up his neck.
The demoness’ partner, who seemed to be about half her age, nodded.
“He’s just been so good, we wanted to reward him.” The plates on the table were once again empty - and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say clean. Not a crumb of cake or a lick of icing was left.
“That’s awfully sweet of you!” you said with a bright smile. The older demoness was clearly in charge and held an obvious preference for the cute types - whether it was Beel’s gentle giant 'act' or your more eager to please work persona. “Let me show you what we work with. Hm… it’ll probably be best to sit Beel on the table so I can work properly and you can see.”
“Allow me to clear the plates.” Barbatos’ voice nearly made you jump out of your skin and you swatted at his tail for the trouble. Barbatos merely worked efficiently, piling plates high in his arms.
The demoness laughed. “I’m starting to think this one likes to watch, too.”
With that thought living in your mind, you go to where the club’s toys are stored and find what you’re looking for. You pass Barbatos on the way back, a dozen plates balanced in his arms contrasting the small purple box in your hands.
You noticed Barbatos had left whipped cream and a small plate of cherries on the side. Beel was already settled on the table like a good boy, the strong wood thankfully enough to support his weight.
“Oh, did Barbatos tell you about Beel’s cherry stem trick?” you asked curiously, searching through the cherries for a long enough stem.
“Cherry trick?” the demon asked, intrigued. He had a leaner figure than Beel - strength still clear in his form, but of a different kind. If you had to guess, you'd say his demonic aspect leaned aquatic.
You found a stem an inch and a half long and pulled it out of the cherry, gently placing it on Beel’s waiting tongue.
The three of you watched his mouth move for a minute until he poked his tongue back out, the stem tied into a neat little knot.
“Huh, I always thought that was bullshit,” the demon mumbled.
“He’s very skilled with his tongue,” you praised.
The demoness raised an eyebrow. “Know that from experience, hm?”
You played yourself to be a little bashful, clearing your throat and swiftly changing the subject. The answer was of course you did, but you knew Beel could be shy about this sort of thing.
“Here’s the reward, Madame.”
"Please, call me Ekidna. And this is Charybdis."
You nodded and introduced yourself, for what it was worth - everyone here knew your name. The box in your hands unlatched with a click.
The owner of the fall, whatever else could be said about him, was a demon with stunning attention to detail and a lot of money to waste. Hence the toy in your hands now.
The “magic carrot” was a vibrating wand shaped like a carrot. It wasn’t a cheap, poorly made toy either. It was high quality and powerful. Enough to bring any of your bunnies to their knees.
Beel’s eyes fixed on the toy in your hands even as Charybdis groped at his chest.
You stopped Ekidna's hand from reaching for Beel’s pants with a gentle but firm grip.
“You can find the limits of each bunny on the back of our menus. Exposing this particular bunny is only to be done in a private room.” You met the demoness’ eyes and to your relief she backed off easily with an apologetic smile. “Would you prefer to move this somewhere private? Our rates are very reasonable considering the high quality of our… product.”
You dropped a wink at Beel who smiled shyly back. Ekidna shook her head.
“I would hate to make him wait any longer.”
The buzzing of the toy filled the air and Beel breathed heavily. He leaned back against the table, spreading his legs for your access - the fabric of his pants strained against the muscles of his thighs. Charybdis undid the buttons on Beel’s vest with trembling fingers before they could pop.
You tugged Beel towards you, forcing him to hunch his back to your level.
“Remember the safeword?” you whispered into Beel’s ear, disguising the check-in by gently nipping his ear. So close, you could feel the heat radiating off his cheeks.
“Yes, master,” he mumbled and you rewarded him with a kiss.
The eager demon pulled Beel back and you allowed it - mainly because if Beel really didn’t want to go, there were few beings who could move him. Ekidna stood behind you, and when you didn’t protest, rested her head on your shoulder, her hands finding your hips.
“This is my favourite view,” she told you with a smile in her voice.
It was hard to miss when Beel was excited. He’d kept mostly calm so far but you knew he was rather sensitive - and honestly, this was your favourite view too.
You started with trailing, teasing touches around his abs and thighs, watching the way the muscles twitched under the vibrations. The stimulation was enough to get him half-hard in his pants, the demoness humming approvingly at what she could see.
You smiled. Beel was often under-appreciated in your opinion - it was nice to find others who could understand his appeal.
“I’m going to touch it now, okay?” You gave Beel a split second of warning before pressing the wand against the growing bulge.
Beel’s reaction was immediate. He threw his head back and groaned, nearly knocking into Charybdis who was climbing onto the table to get a better view. You kept your touches light for now, trailing along the side of his clothed cock and resting for a moment against the base.
“How does that feel, bunny?” you asked him like you didn’t already know the answer.
“Good,” Beel mumbled, leaning against Charybdis’s chest. “Feels good, thank you.”
You focused your attention on the tip where you knew he was sensitive, watching him groan and buck into the toy. The demon slipped a cherry into his mouth to keep him calm, the flavour giving him something, anything else to focus on.
“You know,” you said casually, Beel squeezing his eyes shut and letting his head fall back, “he also likes his chest being played with.”
Charybdis took full advantage of that, his hands moving around to cup Beel’s pecs, his fingers exploring for any reaction. Beel pouted at you but that expression disappeared when you pressed the toy down harder.
You unzipped him - not to expose him, but to release some of the painful pressure you could see building between his legs. The downside of those tight pants was that they did not leave much room for a boner, and this was a reward for Beel. Discomfort wasn’t part of the package.
Beel worked himself up quickly under your ministrations, his hips fucking up into the air as the vibrations traveled through the fabric into his skin. His eyes fluttered prettily when you clicked the toy again, the vibrations increasing in their intensity. Like this Beel often forgot he was putting on a show for the crowd, focused on you and what made his body feel good. That was all part of his charm though - his honesty was one of his best qualities.
“M-master…” he murmured and you could hear him struggle to remember to address you by your title, not your name. Your sweet Beel, shaking from the effort of holding himself up on his elbows despite all his strength.
“This is a reward, bunny,” you reminded him gently. “You can come whenever you want.”
“Close,” he admitted. Beel pushed his chest forward into the demon’s hands, keeping his eyes locked on yours.
He could be tempting when he wanted to be.
You flicked the wand up another setting and focused it right under his head, the single button on his black pants hanging on by a thread. Beel gasped and bucked and clawed at the table, trying to stay good, to stay in position.
“Mmmaster,” his voice was breathy, low, enough to make you bite your lip. “‘S a lot.”
“I know, bunny,” you soothed. Beel whined when the demon pinched his nipples through his shirt. The button on his pants was straining with effort as he bucked his hips. “Come, let it all out.”
You didn’t even finish your sentence before Beel groaned, long and deep, his face flushed and eyes unfocused. A wet spot rapidly spread before your eyes.
Beel flinched away from the toy and you quickly pulled it away, dropping it back into its box. Charybdis bit at Beel’s swollen lips - but your demon reached one shaky hand out to you.
“What a sweetheart,” Ekidna murmured in your ear. You’d nearly forgotten about her, so enraptured by Beel’s performance. Her hand trailed from your hip to your stomach. “How much for the both of you in a private room…?”
You watched Beel and Charybdis kiss deeply, his hand still held tight in yours. He’d need a bit of time to settle down again, but you knew how much stamina he had.
“It’s quite a high price for the two of us,” you mused. “And you’ve already racked up quite the bill.”
Ekidna smiled - you couldn’t see her, but you felt it press against your cheek.
“I think you’re both well worth it.”
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Heheheh
Satan coming in your room one day, and there’s an extra cloth on the bed. You’re looking in a box, but soon you look over your shoulder and smile at him, and his heart melts. He closes the door and locks it so his time with you won’t be interrupted. He comes over and hugs you from behind, “What is this?"
You lean into him, and hold the package up for him, “It’s edible body paint. I got it for us to try together.”
He would blink and hold onto you just the slightest bit tighter, thinking of all the things you could do..
(Mwah.) -🥀
🥀 anon my beloved how do you have such good taste.
cw: edible body paint, dom gender-neutral reader, overstimulation, use of pacts during sex, light pet play (calling Satan "kitty", "puss"), marking, aftercare
Leaving a mark
(Satan x Reader)
The body paint isn't just edible, though you don't realize it at first.
You take your time undressing Satan, tracing the line of his clothes with the cool paint just to make him gasp. As he lifts his shirt you follow with your brush in a looping patterns. You circle around his bellybutton and then up into the natural crevice his abs make. The moment he reveals his beautiful chest to you, you make sure to circle his tit around and around and around.
"Please," Satan gasps, but it's not a request. Not yet.
But you decide to indulge him anyway, lathering the green paint up and down and all around his nipple, enjoying the way it pebbles under the cool paint. Curious about the taste, you duck down and mouth at it, swirling your tongue to get as much of the paint as you can while your hand switches over to his other tit, lathering it with the same attention you gave the first.
The paint is slightly sweet, slightly chalky. It's not your favourite taste, but it makes your tongue tingle pleasantly and that's a feeling you could definitely do with more of. You suck and slurp at it, grazing your teeth softly to lift as much paint into your mouth as possible. Satan all the while is whining and painting, hands moving to your head to card through your hair.
His fingers have turned to claws, but somehow, despite all the attention you're lavishing on him and the way he's keening, he hasn't scratched you with those sharp points.
He deserves a reward for that.
You switch over to his other nipple, giving that the same attention you gave the first. The paint is warm despite it's naturally cool state as it slides down your throat and you feel it settle heavily in your stomach. The more you suck and lick and consume, the more and more it fills you up. You can't get enough of the stuff, following the line you made down his body and into the crevice of his bellybutton, dipping your tongue in and swirling it around.
This makes Satan practically giggle, and that's enough to make you pause. You look up at him, slightly surprised to see his horns and slit pupils, but by no means turned off. If anything, the heat in your lower body is only growing.
"'m ticklish," he murmurs, and you watch as his already pretty pink face blushes darker.
You raise an eyebrow.
"Really?" you ask, "The Avatar of Wrath is ticklish?"
He nods, and then gasps out a laugh as you lightly scratch just above the line his hips make with your nails. Testing a theory, you decide to bring the brush down too. Lo and behold, this makes Satan actually kick his legs out, his hand coming up to try and push you away. He actually manages to dislodge you, from where you were kneeling next to his prone form, and. Well. You can't have that.
"Be still," you say, and you feel a tingle not too dissimilar from the paint crawl up your throat and into your mouth as the command leaves your lips.
Immediately, Satan's body freezes, tail halting in it's writhing and the shivers and wracks ceasing.
"Very good," you coo, stroking his torso lightly.
It's right where you were testing his ticklish nature, and you can tell he definitely still feels it by the way his eyes flare and the high pitched whine that escapes his throat.
It's been a few moments since you tasted that delicious paint, and you can't help but dive in and lick at his hip where the paint is now dripping down onto the sheets below. Once you start, it's very hard to stop. You keep licking and dragging your teeth, nipping at the hard edge of his hip.
Satan is still under your command so all he can do is whine from the back of his throat, and growl at you deep in his chest.
You feel yourself becoming more and more aroused by the sights and sounds and tastes before you, and so you take the opportunity to bring one of your legs up and around Satan in a straddle, moaning when your crotch comes into contact with his. It's just enough pressure and friction to be a relief, but not enough to give any satisfaction. For you, or him. But that's fine.
You can both wait.
Dipping your brush back in the pot, still straddling Satan, you tilt your head as you contemplate what to do next. The way he's frozen beneath you has left his jaw and neck exposed, and oh that's too delicious of a canvas to ignore.
You carefully bring your brush up to his collar bone, dipping into the crevices there before dragging it up and out in quick, symmetrical lines. The first on the left side is easy and quick, but you take your time on the right to make sure it matches perfectly. Following the lines, you create small dots above and below as ornamentation. Any time you make a mistake, you take the opportunity to lean down and lick it clean.
Satan strains beneath you, those whimpering growls getting louder and more pathetic the higher your brush reaches. When you finally reach his neck, those sounds hitch before sounding like a sob.
"Oh poor kitty," you simper with fake pity, and as the words leave your mouth you're inspired. "Make sure to keep that pretty purring up for me, okay?"
The brush now drags up and around his adam's apple, and then around again when it makes his breath hitch and those purrs stutter. Dots are placed under his jaw, but you're less careful with these (only so you can lean down and lick them clean when you make a mistake).
Finally, finally you reach his face and oh what a sight he already makes.
His cheeks are so, so red and his eyes are barely open. What small slivers of his irises you could see are almost completely consumed by his black pupils. An impressive feat in his demon form, what with the way those pupils are naturally quite narrow. A bit of drool has escaped his lips as they're parted enough to peek those sharp, sharp teeth.
"Gotta have a clean canvas," you practically sing as you lean over and kiss that line of drool away.
You barely register the way you've begun to hump against him, Satan powerless to reciprocate beyond those high pitched whines. The purring is now practically a constant rumbling that makes you vibrate and it feels so so good as you move your hips.
"Now... what should I do with you?"
The question is rhetorical. You've already decided. But it's worth it to see the way Satan strains against the command's hold, eyes now wide and begging.
"How about I staaart here."
You move your brush as if you're going to continue under his jaw, but at the last moment you fling it up and paint a line across his left horn. More than anything, you just want to see if he'll feel it.
"Haaaa," he groans, the purring stopping and stuttering for the moments your brush drags across that hardened flesh and bone.
"Oh that is interesting," you say, and the excitement in your voice is definitely not faked.
You continue along his horns, drawing tiny little stars and patterns. You're craving a taste of that paint once more, so you carefully lather the tip of his right horn just to hear him whine, before taking it carefully in your mouth and sucking.
If Satan could speak right now, you know he'd be blubbering.
Once you've had your fill, and those horns are now covered in pretty green swirls and stars, you contemplate what you're going to do next.
"Good kitties have whiskers," you muse, and you follow the thought up with three lines to his right cheek.
It looks good, if you do say so yourself, so you decide to do the same on his left. Once again, it's not perfect on the first try, but that could have something to do with the way your rocking and humping has increased in fervor. It's hard to do fine, precise lines while you're chasing your own pleasure.
You bend down and lick at his cheek. While you're there, you move across just slightly so that you're able to dip your tongue into his mouth. You can tell he can taste the paint on it but can't do anything more than moan and swallow as you make sure to lick behind his fangs, under his tongue, and up to the roof of his mouth, lavishing every nook and cranny with that sweet, chalky paint.
He swallows again and almost immediately after, his purrs and whines cease. His breath also stops, and you wonder for a moment what happened. You shoot upwards, pulling back to stare into his face, to make sure he's okay. But as you do, the movement and pressure on his crotch increases and you feel it.
"Did you just cum?" you ask, just as surprised as you are impressed. There's no way for him to respond though, not with the command, so you move your free hand down and between your bodies to cup at his crotch.
And there you feel the slight pulse and the way his trousers are undeniably damp - way more than from just his precum.
"What a good Puss!" you cry, "I didn't know you knew that trick!"
Satan once again strains against the command, and you're starting to miss his cries.
"You can speak," you say, and once again that telltale tingling climbs its way up and out of your throat. The effect is immediate.
"Please please please tastes so good, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sor-"
"Why are you sorry?" you ask, "you're such a good kitty, coming untouched like that!"
Satan whines and blubbers but it seems like his limit for words has been reached. You sigh, petting his hair.
"That's ok, sweetling. I'll be sure to give you your reward."
You carefully move down his body with both your mouth and your brush, making looping lines as you go. You reach a patch of blank skin to the right of his navel that makes you pause. You lean up, staring at it for a moment, wondering why that particular spot interests you.
Oh.
That's where his own pact mark lies on your body. Its a favorite place of his to nip and suck at when you're stretched out beneath him.
It seems odd that there's nothing there on him. But you can fix that.
With strokes more careful than you've done so far, you create a circular seal in just the way Solomon taught you. Within you put specific runes and dividing lines, dotting and marking the appropriate points until -
Perfect.
A seal of your own. A green brand marking Satan as yours.
It looks delectable, and makes that curling in your lower stomach tighten even further. You groan, and it harmonizes beautifully with whimpers and whines and meows of Satan. But you resist the urge to lick this mark up.
You want it to last as long as possible.
Slipping off Satan's crotch so you can unbutton his trousers, you don't even notice as that makeshift seal glows slightly.
Instead, you peel away his pants and his underwear, his erection straining against the fabric even after coming once. The brush travels down down down and over his hard cock, making it twitch up - somehow defying the command you gave.
"Please, too much, too soon," whines your beautiful boy.
"But you're my good kitty, right?" you ask as you once again bring your brush down, from base to tip. You savor the way that makes his breath hitch and whine. "Say it for me: say you're my good Puss."
You pause for a moment to let him speak, but his breath is still dragging itself raggedly up his throat. You bring the brush down in punishment, over his balls and down, painting until just before you reach his hole.
"Say it."
You didn't mean for that to be a command, but it happens anyway, that powerful speech pulled from your chest.
"I'm your good kitty! A good boy please please let me come let your good puss come please-"
His words do something to you, and you find yourself grabbing his tail and bringing it down beneath your legs, making it arch in just the right way so you have pressure as you move.
Hnnnnng feels so good.
"Good, good boy!" you cry as your pace increases.
The brush comes back up and swirls over and around his cock, but this time you're not careful at all. You're not trying to be careful, you just want to cover him in that pretty green paint so you can bend down and suck it right back up.
And you do, barely minding the brush as you lean down and lick up and down his shaft, sucking and swallowing and even getting the brush's bristles in your mouth as you're slow to pull it up and over, out of your way. It's sloppy and wet and messy but you don't care - it tastes so good and the way his tail is dragging against your crotch gives you just enough friction through your pants that you're so close.
"Nnyaaah I'm a good kitty please let your kitty come please please please!" Satan begs, even without your prompting.
You slurp and suck noisily and when you've covered enough of his cock you take the head into your mouth and lather your tongue all over. You move back and forward on his tail, and that's enough to bring his cock in and out of your mouth. Each time you rock forwards and backwards you take more and more of him in, until his head his nudging the back of your throat.
You hum around his cock and he cries out. Suddenly, your mouth is filled with the sweet and bitter and salty and chalky taste of his cum mixed with that delicious paint. You don't let a drop go to waste, even as you hump furiously against his tail, chasing your own release.
Ah.
It hits you all it once, that tasty, warm, delicious paint combined with Satan's cum sending warm jolts throughout your body from your stomach. With one last stuttering move, you cum, crying out Satan's name as you flop forward.
You're exhausted, and that's evident in the way the pact releases its hold and Satan brings his clawed hands down once more, threading through your hair. You sit up, reluctantly letting his cock slide out of your mouth, so that you can pick his hands off your head and thread your fingers together.
Satan is smiling blissfully at you, fangs pressing into his lower lip softly.
"I love you," he says, and that feels warmer than any orgasm, any paint.
"I love you too," you respond, "are you okay?"
Even as you ask, you're now reaching over to the bedside table where you left the damp cloth, and begin wiping him down, slowly dissolving that beautiful green paint. You wish you were feeling brave enough to take a picture. Maybe another time.
"I'm wonderful," he breathes, "can we do that again?"
You chuckle, now wiping down his chest and his stomach. You can feel his body relaxing, practically arcing into your touch. To your amusement, those purrs continue their soft vibrato.
"Definitely, but maybe after a breather."
The cloth wipes and wipes, until you reach the side of his navel. You frown, and you wipe again. Pulling the cloth away yields the exact same result.
Satan seems to notice your distress.
"What's wrong?" he asks, slowly sitting up.
"I can't-" you start, but you're distracted by the task at hand.
He stops your scrubbing with a soft hand, bringing the cloth away to reveal that improvised seal that refuses to wipe away.
"I'm sorry, I don't know why it's not going away, I'll try-"
"Don't," he says, cupping your jaw and tilting your face up until you meet his eyes. Rather than the anger or annoyance you'd expect, all you can see is that soft, soul-destroying love. "The paint is magic. It works by intent - it's what makes it such a good stimulant. If you wanted that mark to stay, then it stays."
Your eyes widen and your heart stutters. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -"
"It's okay," Satan interrupts again. "I love it. I love you. It marks me as yours, just like my pact marks you as mine."
As he says that, he strokes beneath your shirt where your pact mark sits. It tingles with magic, and you notice with awe that it makes his own mark glow bright green.
There's only one thing you can say to that in the face of his soft look, his touch at your side:
"I love you."
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May I request some Semi public/Majolish dressing room smut with a GN! reader? :D
Take your time and you're awesome 😀🤗😊
Fuck yeah, let’s do this >:)
Doing it in the Majolish Dressing Room
WARNING: NSFW // Smut
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Lucifer
He nips at your shoulder as he pushes you closer to the wall behind you, his hands placed firmly on your waist as he pounds into you, drawing out several moans at each thrust. He grunts silently into your ear, his breathing unsteady as he wraps his fingers into your hair, kissing your neck occasionally then slapping your thigh to hear you yelp for him. He grabs a hold of your chin and makes you look at him as he fucks into you, making sure he’s pleasuring you just right and that the people outside know exactly what he’s doing to you in that little changing room and how much he couldn’t wait to fuck your tight hole. He pushes further into you, drawing out gasps and whines as you two were chest to chest now, his dick deep inside of you so you could feel it in your stomach and his eyes glued to yours like predator to prey.
Mammon
Bends you over and spreads your legs, your hands placed flat on the seat in the booth as his cock pounds you from behind; strings of moans filling the air around the two of you as you hear murmurs coming from behind the curtain. Your cheeks flush red as he leans forward, his chest on your back as he tells you to be quiet, his thrusts only going faster and harsher as you struggle to contain your cries of pleasure. His fingers began playing with your ass, trailing his fingertips across it then all the way up your back until you’re shivering and pleading for more. He plays with your nipples, grinning into your neck at how good you’re being for him, praising you with his tongue against your skin then sneakily biting down on your neck, causing a gasp to escape your lips suddenly as Mammon chuckles at your arousing reaction.
Leviathan
He pulls you onto his lap, his cheeks glowing red as he slips inside of you, the steady slap of your ass hitting his thighs the only thing you could hear in the room, but of course not forgetting the judgmental chatter coming from the other side of the door. He kisses you passionately, his hands quickly finding your hips as he thrusts you down onto him faster, trying to forget about the other people and only focus on how badly he wants to fuck you. He rests his head on yours and yanks at your hair, moaning with you as he thoroughly enjoys how you tighten perfectly around his cock and make him see stars. Hands travel up your back as they roam around, clawing, scratching, marking you desperately so people know you belong to him only. He bites on your earlobe, feeling overwhelmed by the sounds of your lewd moans in his ear and the touch of your fingers on his shoulders.
Satan
Presses you against the wall, your hands supporting you as he pulls your ass closer to his crotch and begins to shove his cock deep inside of you mercilessly, his balls slapping against your ass making it evidentially clear to everybody around you exactly what you were doing with him. He places his finger to your lips, teasingly telling you to be quiet unless you’d like to give everybody a show; loving the faces you give him when he gets you all riled up. He quickly grabs your hair as he fucks you, telling you how good you’re being and how badly he wants to cum inside you. He caresses your body, leaving no spot untouched as he lavishes you in affection, covering your body in his markings until you’re sore all over and you can do no more than to whine his name. He grabs a hold of your hips and slams you against him, playing with all your sensitive areas to find the reaction that arouses him the most.
Asmodeus
Hooks his arm under your leg and thrusts into you, his back against the wall with you against his chest as the mirror in front of you reflects your lewd face. He grips at your thighs, scratching and tugging at your skin to leave as many marks as he can as well as rip as many moans out of your mouth as he can. He likes watching your face twist in pleasure in the mirror, enjoying the expressions you made just for him so he knows exactly how much you love his cock buried deep inside of you. Tilts your head to the side so he could get a better angle on your neck that was soon about to be littered in big, purple bruises, an indicator to his brothers that he’s fucked you good and hard. He places his hand over your mouth and shushes you teasingly, telling you not to be so loud unless you want everybody to know the dirty deed that you’re doing in public with him.
Beelzebub
He picks you up, looking into your eyes as he drops you down on to his dick, bouncing you on top of him with his hands supporting your ass and his lips securely suctioned to your neck, littering you with fresh hickeys. He loved the sounds of your moans and the way you clamped your walls around his aching cock. He kisses you, feeling you groan against his lips as he picks up the pace, pulling away from you to look at you with hungry eyes, desperate to taste you just a bit as he leans forward to suck on your tongue, his cheeks flushed red as he savours your delicious taste. He grips your skin, digging his nails into you as he fucks you harder, succumbing to his high as he tilts his head back to moan, his legs quickly going weak just from the erotic sounds of your voice as you call his name, begging for more.
Belphegor
He sits you on his lap and presses you to his chest, his back against the wall as he raises his hips to fuck into you, desperate to relieve himself and to hear you call his name and beg him to cum all over you. He thrives off of the sounds of your voice and the squeak of the bench that the two of you sat on, going faster and faster until he’s panting for breath, his head pressed to the wall as he moans with you lazily. He doesn’t care who hears, even in public he’ll fuck you just as loud as when you two are alone. He slips a hand between your thighs, caressing you slowly until you’re too overstimulated to be able to talk and the feel of his lips on your neck makes you dizzy. He can’t get enough of you and he desperately wants to feel every inch of you, discover places nobody’s touched before. You’re his and it’ll remain that way.
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Okay so i couldn't get this out of my mind. Lucifer and MC definitely had sex before she left devildom. At least in my playthrough. But they didn't when she kissed him because of the golden helffire newt soup. So I was wondering of you could write it so they did? And that MC was a virgin before Lucifer?? I'm a bit of a sucker for this stuff.
Anon, I am sorry. If you're still around, you and I both know this has been in my inbox for a while.
Let me explain, when you sent this, I had no clue what you were talking about because I wasn't that far in the story 🤣 Thankfully, they nerfed the bosses and I'm further along with stronger cards.
I can't believe that now I'm posting this in the middle of everything happening on Tumblr. If this gets blocked for ios users, then we'll just consider this a special exclusive for everyone else.
I'll put it under a readmore, but I hope, if you are still here, that you enjoy this!
Warnings: Minors DNI, NSFT/NSFW, Sexual content, female pronouns and afab anatomy for MC(I guessed this is what you wanted since you used she in your request), and spoilers for 22-C (I pulled some lines to start off).
“When I look at you, my chest tightens, and I feel as though I can barely breathe,” Lucifer explained.
“Me too,” you rubbed his arm and he tensed. You kind of liked his attempt at restraining his reactions, though you know he wanted nothing more than to lean into your embrace.
“The longer I’m around you, the harder it’s become to fight back these feelings. And I’ve finally reached the point where I don’t think I can contain them anymore.”
“Oh?”
“So please…” Lucifer looked to you with a vulnerability he rarely displayed, “Master, give me an order…”
“Will you kiss me?”
He nodded, took your hand and his first kiss, he placed on your knuckles. “Ever since you left the Devildom…”
Lucifer turned your hand around and kissed the inside of your wrist, “Not a day has gone by that I haven’t thought of you.”
He pulled you closer and kissed your neck, with a possessive growl he added, “I even considered going to the human world to find you, and bring you back here.”
Regaining some composure, “But never once did I imagine…” he gently kissed your forehead.
You locked eyes and leaned towards him for your mouths to interlock. He hummed savoring the taste of you that he has been missing for so long. Somehow, he remembered he was in the middle of his sentence and disconnected from you to finish, “That you’d come back to me on your own.”
You looked at him seeing everything he hid from others and he did not look away. His fear, his hope, his love, they were all for you.
“I love you. Truly and deeply.”
“I love you too, Lucifer.” You grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles as he had yours.
He smiled warmly, he knew you loved him but hearing the words did wonders. “Strange, I thought the burning would have subsided by now but it only feels more intense.”
“I wonder why,” you teased and kissed his neck. You felt his adam’s apple bob as he gulped and then felt his sharp inhale as you sucked at his skin right under his jaw.
“M-mc,” Lucifer started to question and then he had his answer, you hadn’t actually given him an order, just asked a question.
You held his face in your hands running your thumbs over his cheeks, the temperature of his skin was rising, “You’re beautiful when you blush like this.”
“Don’t tease,” Lucifer finally looked away, trying to save the last slivers of his decency.
“I wonder,” you asked out loud, “would you make love to me if I ordered you to?”
His eyes became the size of dinner plates in response to your boldness.
“I’ve never been with anyone like that,” now you were realizing the situation and although embarrassed, you still wanted this with Lucifer. “I’ve never been with anyone that I’ve trusted more than you and felt safe exposing myself to so intimately.”
There were so many thoughts racing through Lucifer’s mind that he appeared frozen. He would be your first? You choose now, while he’s under the influence of the golden hellfire newt syrup, to ask that he provide a controlled loving experience? He might actually go mad if you don’t give him an order right this second but he wanted this with you so badly. In fact, he was already completely hard under his pants at just the thought of it. “Give me the order and I will see it through to completion.”
You frowned, “Sit down on the bed.”
Confused at what went wrong, he did sit, though he was still yearning for you. The unnatural burning inside him stopped escalating.
You sat next to him, taking his hand, “I don’t want you to simply follow an order, I want you to want to, if that makes sense.”
“Perfect sense, dear.” He squeezed your hand, “I want this too. Now that my head is cleared of the frenzied all-consuming fire, I will make it plainly known: I want to make love to you. I have for a while but did not want to pressure you into doing anything before you were ready. Your comfort and pleasure will always come first for me.”
That was exactly what you wanted to hear. You jumped into his arms kissing him as you two fell back onto the bed.
With a laugh he asked, “shall we?”
You nodded with giddy excitement as he took the lead.
First you watched as he got up to remove his coat, shoes and belt. From your spot on the bed, he then helped you out of your shirt, kissing down from your neck to your stomach.
You stood to help him out of his vest and necktie. You went to unbutton his dress shirt and you could feel a hesitation from him. “Do you want to keep going?”
“Yes,” he exhaled like he had been holding his breath. He began explaining, “You should know that I have some scars from the Holy War-”
“And I will love you all the same,” you confirmed with a kiss.
All the tension you felt from him before had melted so you picked up where you left off and unbuttoned his shirt. There was a deep scar near his hip and a few white lines of scratches littered about his chest and arms. Lucifer shrugged off the garment and when he twisted to throw it on the floor you saw the scars of where his third set of wings would have been. You began kissing him, mimicking what he had done for you when the idea to kiss his scars jumped into your mind. You kissed the faintest ones you could find first and as you made your way down to the injury on his hip, he knew what you were doing.
Lucifer rubbed your head and wondered, how did he get so lucky to be loved by you.
As if you were reading his mind, “I will always love every part of you Lucifer.”
“I was just thinking the same of you,” Lucifer took the lead again and held your hand as he sat on his bed.
You leaned against him as you straddled his hips. You could feel his hard-on rub against your own arousal. Cheekily, you ground against him as you stole a kiss.
“Mn,” he moaned through the kiss. Then backed up to smirk at you, “It’s like you know what you’re doing.”
“I swear I don’t,” you laughed.
Lucifer delighted in seeing your smile for a second before swiftly shifting you to lay on your back as he hovered over you, “Then allow me to demonstrate.”
He kissed down your neck to your chest, sneaking a hand under your bra to cup your breast. He pinched your nipple and you gasped. “Did I pinch too hard?” he asked, concerned.
“No,” you blushed, “it’s just… different I guess.” You watched him breathe out, relieved. The power imbalance between the two of you came to mind and it reaffirmed that your trust was well placed. You brushed some hair from his face, “Thank you.”
“For…” He hadn’t followed your train of thought because he pinched your nipple again.
“No!” You chuckled and clarified, “For caring about me.”
“Well,” Lucifer kissed your neck, “I should be the one thanking you,” he kissed your sternum, “for seeing me as me,” he kissed above your belly button, “and nothing else.”
You placed a hand under his chin to make him look back up at you, “That’s where you’re wrong Lucifer.” He was confused so you continued as you pushed him under you, “I see everything in you. You’re the sun in the middle of rain.” You placed a hesitant hand near his waistband and tried to put more words to your feelings. “You’re the warmth of a fireplace after being out in the cold.” You unbuttoned his pants. “You’re like coming home.” You finally looked back up at him to see he was covering half of his face with one hand, the other hand balled into a fist. He watched silently as you unzipped his dress pants. You tugged slightly and he raised his hips to slide his pants off completely.
It took a few moments for him to speak again, “You don’t-” he moaned as you placed a hand over his underwear to feel the outline of his dick.
“I want to, for you.”
He nodded and wriggled his underwear down, freeing his cock.
You looked at first, taking in its shape and girth. You looked up at him, you imagined his blush matched your own. Your inexperience catching up to you, now at a loss.
Lucifer wordlessly took your hand, he led you to wrapping your fingers around the base, he grunted as his fingers helped you tighten your grip. Your thumb rubbed against a vein you found underneath, his grip tightened and then so did yours by proxy, his eyes closed relishing the feeling. Noted.
You took the opportunity of his eyes being closed to give a kiss to the head. His eyes shot open so fast. With your eyes locked, you licked from where your hand was still holding to the end, watching his reaction was everything you hoped for. The taste was somewhat what you expected, the saltiness of skin and sweat, but the bead of precum that you caught lingered on your tastebuds. You debated what it tasted like as you moved your hand up to his tip. Cautiously you smeared your thumb through his precum and rubbed at the slit on his dick.
He actually whimpered, hard to believe if you weren’t there to hear it but that’s just what you do to him. Lucifer recovered quickly though, “Enough, allow me.” His hands found their way to your last bits of clothes, quickly unbuttoning and pulling the fabric to slide off of your legs. Very gently, he nudged your legs open, allowing you the opportunity to withdraw your consent if you wanted.
It was the last thing you wanted, your blush was deepening. To be so seen was proving to be emotionally overwhelming.
“We can stop,” Lucifer now put his consent check in words, sensing your shift.
“I’m ok.”
“Tell me if that changes at any moment, no matter what,” He waited for you to nod in promise before continuing. He leaned back and situated his face back between your legs, “You’re beautiful, you have nothing to be ashamed of and no reason to hide.” Before you could completely process that, he licked a flat tongue over your sex.
“Ah!” You squeezed your legs around his head in surprise. His hand tapped your leg and you could feel his chuckle as you released him.
“Too much?” Lucifer smirked and you knew that was a little payback for what you did earlier.
“No, I just, it’s just a new sensation, sorry.”
“No apologies necessary, love. Maybe something more familiar then?” He brought his thumb to his mouth and gave it a lick. He swiped it across his pointer and middle finger to wet them as well. Then brought his hand between your legs, rubbing his thumb around your nub.
At the foreign feeling, you squirmed. Maybe you had played with yourself before but the feeling of someone else playing with your most sensitive bits was exhilarating. “L-lucifer-”
He took the opportunity to speed up his rhythm. Your body responded on it’s own by leaning into his touch. “Stunning,” Lucifer admired you.
Now self conscious, you hid your face behind your hands as he worked you undone.
“Oh no you don’t,” Lucifer pulled your hands up above your head with his free hand. He smiled down at you so softly that you almost forgot what you two were doing. That is until he pushed a finger inside you. As you gasped, he lowered to kiss you through the intrusion. His one digit curling inside you and then drawing out and pushing back in for you to acclimate to the feeling. He read your body and as you got used to one finger, he added another. True to his word though, you didn’t feel any pain, he took his time to make sure you were fully prepared for him.
You definitely felt worked up, as he pulled away you noticed the slow unwinding of something deep inside you. He chanted a quick spell and you raised an eyebrow.
“A magical barrier… for protection,” He added for clarity but you could see his ears turn pink.
“Ah, gotcha,” you blushed, embarrassed you hadn’t thought to ask. That led to other questions about sex with demons that you would have to research later.
Lucifer leaned over you. The tingle of magic and the pressure of his dick where his hands had been, excited you even more. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want it, I want you, please.”
Lucifer nodded while he lined himself up and began easing into you. It was obviously the most you had been stretched so far and there was a slight ache this time but nothing unbearable. He must have noticed and began kissing you as a distraction. You held his arms as he overwhelmed your senses. He bottomed out and all you could mutter was, “S-so full.”
“You’re taking me wonderfully darling,” Lucifer cooed in your ear. The magic continued to tingle so holding still wasn’t too bad in and of itself. He didn’t move his hips until he sensed you were ready. When you wriggled against him, he took that as his cue you were looking for more. Slowly, he pulled back until just the tip was inside you and then pushed all the way back in.
“Mn!” You let a small whimper out.
His eyebrows shot up, questioning was it too forceful?
“Keep going,” You encouraged.
He relaxed and abided with another movement of his hips. You nodded and he set his pace, even and measured just like everything he did.
The constant movement was working you to a point you had never been. Inside it was like a coil was being wound tight, you heart beat faster and it felt like you were coming to the top of a roller coaster. “L-lucifer,” you panted, “I, uhn, I’m- it’s too much.”
“Go ahead sweetheart,” He moved a hand to rub circles on your clit and sped up his pace, “Cum for me.”
“Ahn~” you hit the peak shortly after. Your legs tensed and your toes curled as you rode the waves of pleasure. Time seemed to stop as you saw stars behind your closed eyes. When you reclaimed some semblance of awareness, you peeked your eyes open to see Lucifer watching you so tenderly.
“I love you MC.”
“And I love you Lucifer.”
#obey me#obey me lucifer#my writing#anon squad#omnsfw#I made this so soft#I just want more soft and safe luci I guess#Shoutout to my friends in discord for dealing with me lol
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🔞Diavolo’s eyes are always on you. You are, after all, his precious exchange student. He watches everything you do with interest that is far more personal than it should be. Oh, how you fill his head with thoughts he shouldn’t have. He can’t help but stare at your lips as you lick them once they dry out, or wonder how easy it would be to hold both of your hands that are so small compared to his. He wants to know what your warmth would feel like if he buried himself deep inside of you. How lovely would your moans be? How would you cling to him? How would you beg for him to give you everything you want? Oh, how badly he wants to know as he looks at you.🔞
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mc x belphegor hatefucking
blowjob, mc does not get pleasured at all, power dynamics, allusions to bdsm but it's really not all that, unhealthy relationship like seriously mc is a terrible person, takes place after the syrup debacle but before simeon's play
Some things don’t change in the House of Lamentation. No one is anyone’s keeper down here, so no one cares when Belphie slips away to the attic after dinner. They barely care when you follow suit because they’re all too busy arguing with the angels and talking about the next big ball—you don’t care about all that. There’s enough stress from everything else, which is maybe the real reason that you wind up chasing after Belphegor.
“Got room for one more?“ you ask, don’t wait for a reply before you open the door on your own.
“Rude. What if I’d said no?” But Belphie moves over to give you a place to sit.
“I’d use that pact.” He shrugs, even though he looks disbelieving. You sigh. “They’re so loud.”
“Usually you can handle it.”
You laugh, forcing it out. “Usually I’m not this tired.”
“Take a nap,” he suggests. “I’ll even let you sleep with me.”
And you shake your head at that, closing your eyes. “Not that kind of tired. I mean I need to blow off steam.”
“Oh.” He says this one a bit too meaningfully. You open one eye and he’s looking at you, head tilted, a smile playing on his lips. “Do you need help?”
Usually, you would laugh and say No, thank you very much, but you’re tired and need to do something, anything, and Belphegor can’t be the worst lay you’ll have by any stretch of the imagination. After everything, what else could you have left to lose? So you put some approximation of trust in him, and take a breath. “Yeah, sure. But no hands,” you say. Don't command, just on principle. “Don’t touch me.”
“Fine by me.” Immediately he backs you up against the wall, because he’s into that. “Do you want to tie my hands behind my back?”
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” God, you could get claustrophobic in a place like this. The attic ceiling is maybe six inches from your head, and even less for Belphie. You run your hands through his hair, tugging hard enough that it has to hurt, but he doesn’t seem to care.
“Watch your mouth,” he says, then nips at your ear, which makes you shudder less from the sensation and more from the sound, some imagined grind of metal on metal, you don't know where it comes from. You impulsively pull his head back by the hair, watching how his eyes glitter as you do.
“It’s kinda pathetic,” Belphie whispers. You sigh and bump your forehead against his, wishing you could stop all this, the mind games and the seeing, but of course you can’t. He presses his mouth to the edge of your lips, and he's smiling. “You keep coming back to me. Even now.”
“What else am I supposed to do?” you ask, sharply. “I don’t want to hurt them.” You dig your nails into the back of his neck, hoping to draw blood, or at least to leave angry red marks in his pale skin. “I can’t—I don’t want to.” You can’t talk like you usually do, articulation gone, words lost to the space between your bodies. You shift your weight so his back is to the wall now. He seems to like that a lot, grinning when he speaks again.
“Do you think you’re hurting me?” He goes and says your name so sweetly you could believe it means something.
You reach under his shirt, drag your nails down his back, feeling the bones in his spine, trying to break skin. You imagine the terrible sound of flesh uneasily coming apart. Belphegor doesn’t even flinch. “I hope I am.”
He laughs. His hair brushes up against your face when he leans down, eyes locked on yours. “You’re terrible,” he says, some undercurrent to the words, like fondness, or respect.
You don’t respond because you already know it. Belphegor kisses you softly, no clack of teeth, no teeth at all. You undo his jacket, pull off his shirt, and then his undershirt. Belphie draws back and you knew he’s letting you look, but there’s nothing much to see. Nothing that you haven’t already seen. He’s thin, skinny like some of the boys you could have fucked for fun anytime back in the human world, all ribs and hipbones, but this is the first time you’ve really looked at his body in the light. Makes you want to ruin him more.
You yank off your own shirt, not giving him a moment to ogle, and then kiss him hard, hands gripping his neck. He makes this strangled sound in the back of his throat, a cross between a gasp for air and a sigh, and you feel his hands try to grab your waist before he remembers the order. Good boy. You would never say that one aloud, but you pull back to compliment him on his restraint, lips brushing against his ear.
“Why are you so afraid of commitment?” he asks, before you can speak. He smells half like Beel’s body wash and half like something else entirely—it’s impossible to say what. Forget the compliments, you think. You put some pressure on his throat as you sink your teeth into the lobe of his ear, just enough to leave marks. Intake of breath, rise of shoulders, and no other reaction. You wonder how far you’d have to go before he breaks into his demon form and tries to kill you again. Wonder if that’s something he’d do at all, now. You don’t like thinking about it. Force him down to the ground—though it isn’t really forcing when he complies like this. He looks pretty and fragile, splayed out on the floor of this attic, soft and exposed like the lamb that he isn’t.
“I’m not,” you say, letting go of his neck to feel him up, thinking that he’s probably never let a human do any of this to him before, run their hands along his bare skin, kiss his neck, all that. It feels almost like an honor to see the red marks on his white flesh, even though it’s more of a trophy than anything else. You press your thumbs under the rise of his hips, feel him stiffen for a moment before he relaxes. At this rate, you’ll really have to suck him off.
“Then why don’t you do something?” he says, a little strained, but not undone enough.
You want to pretend you don’t know what he means. Instead, you kiss him loosely on the mouth, hands moving up to his ribs, thinking that his premolars could make scars if he used them. He tastes like something sweet, something with a note of tang to it, but you can’t place what. It doesn’t even matter. You run your hands along his chest and hear him groan, this tiny noise that you would have missed if you hadn’t been paying close attention. Finally, something interesting.
“I don’t want to break anything,” you say when you pull away. Unless it’s you. His face is pink, but his voice is as even as ever.
“What are you scared of?” His eyes seem to flash with a light of their own, and you don’t care anymore.
“Nothing,” you spit. You crouch down, eye level with his hips, and reach out to undo his belt. You look up and lock gazes with him, wondering if you’re imagining the shudder of his body. “I’m not afraid of anything.”
It isn’t difficult to get him hard—already he is, already you could stroke him stupid, throat him right till there’s nothing left inside him. But what fun would that be? The gratification too instant. Hand on the bulge in his boxers, massaging it till he squirms, till he can’t meet your eyes anymore. That’s more like it. You want to ruin him, one way or another, or at least to frustrate him. You pull his boxers down and hover your mouth over his cock, letting your breath fan out over the head of it; his hips almost buck up despite himself. There it is. You could have fun with this. “If you move I’m not even going to let you come.”
“Like you’d let me anyway,” Belphie says curtly, but you see the look in his eye, that demonic urge to prove you wrong. His lips curl up in something like a grin. “Whatever. Fine.”
You click your tongue. “Brat,” you say. You trace the tips of your fingers along his shaft, watching the shudder of his long eyelashes, then abruptly wrap your hand around it and laugh at the way he gasps, how his head falls back against the pillows, the red rising to his face. “Who’s scared now?”
You take him in without warning, rolling your tongue around the tip of his cock, watching. Waiting. To his credit, he doesn’t move, except for his eyes, frantically locked on yours. Good. You grab the base of his cock and pull at the same time you bring your mouth farther along him, letting the taste of pre-cum fill your mouth—a bit earthy, sweet. You hear a mild “Shit” under his breath, feel his muscles tensing with the urge to fuck you in the face, but he doesn’t move.
His cock hits the back of your throat and there’s a groan, then, involuntary if you know anything about him, but lusty. You can’t laugh like this so you swallow instead, drawing back just to press a kiss to the edge of his hip, still working him hard with your hands. You kiss him gently enough that the subsequent edge of your teeth elicits a whimper from him.
“I’m going—”
You hum, run the tip of your tongue along his skin, sucking a scarlet mark into it. “You going to come?”
Belphie inhales sharply. “I’m going to—kill you,” he says with difficulty, which does make you laugh, no humor to it. You bite down on whatever skin you can get between your teeth, the thin, tender portion just in the dip above his thighs, relishing the feeling of—ruining something. Being unfair, because none of this is fair. He sure wasn’t.
You twist his cock just enough that he hisses, half-pain half-pleasure, throbbing in your hand. Never again. You lick your lips, the aftertaste bitter on the tongue, acrid down the throat. Push his hips down, spreading his thighs apart as far as he can go, and scoff, giving him one last look before going in for keeps.
“Be good, why don’t you?” Brushing your lips over his tip, licking along the length of it till he gasps, bringing his cock back into your mouth, too good to him. This is far more than he deserves. You shouldn’t even let him come at all. But he stays still, he’s good at that, the only moving part of him the involuntary twitch of his cock. You raise your brows and fondle his balls, finally taking him all the way down the throat. You listen for the tiny, sweet moan in the back of his throat, feel the jerk of his hips. How about now?
He shakes silently, but you hear another intake of breath and hope he’ll be beyond coherency by the time you’re through. Belphegor cries out your name breathlessly, a sound that burns—you suck him down, swallowing, maybe too good at taking it, satisfied with his vibrations of pleasure because you think they’re all you can get from him—
But he comes like he’d never come in the millennia he’d been alive, thick and rich in your mouth, back arching so well it’s almost beautiful. You take all that, pleasantly surprised, and pull off to examine his flushed face. Quiet but not brooding, that perpetual sulk evened out into something else entirely. When he looks like this you can’t resist kissing the jut of his hip in earnest now—the pleasure of the flesh or something like that, nothing major. The rise and fall of his chest under your hand sure is something, and you look at the bruises on his skin with some pride.
His dick is softening already; you tug it lazily once more just to hear him whine, smallest vocalization. Your hands drift along his body, chest and hips and thighs and neck. You kiss up his stomach to his nipples, kiss those, too, flicking your tongue against them just because you can. Belphie shifts weakly under you now and you’re surprised that he’d even lasted that long, if nipple stimulation alone can get him like this. You move to his neck; his pulse strong beneath your thumb, just as strong under your teeth. There’s that urge to tear out his throat, but you let him off with a small hickey that will fade soon enough.
“Was—was that good enough for you?” he asks, voice uncharacteristically breathy, that post-coital daze caught up to him. You gauge his expression, almost-glassy, eyes framed by those long lashes of his.
“Just awful.” You catch his mouth with yours, slow and deep. Afterglow physicality, nothing to it—you would do this with anyone after giving them head, and he tastes sweeter now than he had earlier. Belphie moans against your lips, all semblance of dignity lost.
“You’re a terrible liar,” he murmurs.
“Whatever. Was it good enough for you?”
He kisses you softly. “Worst cock-sucking I’ve ever gotten in my life.”
“And how many of those have you had altogether, including this?”
“One.”
You snort. “So it was also the best.”
“I guess you could say that.” Belphegor draws back, looking at you through his lashes, almost too at home on the floor. “What about you?”
“I’d like to think I give a good blowjob.”
“You know what I mean. Did you let off enough steam?”
So that’s where this is going. You scoff. “Yeah.” It could be nice, the fact that he asked, but the fact that he’s the one doing the asking is too much. His eyes aren’t so glazed-over now, and it’s harder to have that approximation of trust when they’re clear like this. “I’ll jack off on my own, thanks. Your brothers will be wondering where we went, anyway.”
“You hate relying on other people, don’t you? Or being indebted.”
“I hate when you touch me, is what. I can’t stand it.”
He goes quiet at that. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t.” You’ve been through this one already. It doesn’t heal anything. It doesn’t bring you back to life. “Put your clothes on and clean up a little. I’m washing up.”
In the tiny attic bathroom, you wash your hands till you can’t even feel the residue, rinse around your mouth and gargle till the taste of him is gone, wipe yourself down just for the sake of it. You splash your face and stare into the dirty mirror, cold water dripping down your chin. Keep looking till the weak, diluted expression in your eyes becomes just that—an expression and nothing more. And soon you can’t recognize yourself at all.
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Oooh can you do some fearplay/feral/predator/prey headcanons or whatever with the demons and Solomon??? 0////0 I want to be hunted by the prince a feral wizard and the bros so fucking bad
Feral/Fear play with Diavolo and Solomon with GN-Reader NSFW
Diavolo
Becoming feral
It was a prototype to help calm demons down whenever they go on rampages. It was inspired by an event when the brothers had a freakout and you weren’t around. So Solomon helped Diavolo with the problem. It wasn’t anything invasive, like melatonin for demons.
Solomon brought it to Diavolo to test. Diavolo was excited, he didn’t think himself a man who easily gets enraged and saw it as a way to not only get away from work but to also have something to help him deeply relax.
But Solomon's testing didn’t go above Little D’s, Diavolo was his true first test of this prototype. But when he lit it and let it burn and fill the room Diavolo gets a bit itchy. Scratching his skin, then twitching and even raking his fangs over his skin. Even his wings flap out and horns sprout so fast that even Diavolo winces.
Solomon snuffs it out but he’s leaped on and knocked unconscious. Something prickling at his skin and driving him mad enough to foam at the mouth and claw at his own skin.
Getting a scent for you
But it’s when he smells that scent of yours that he stops. The prickling just getting worse but he doesn’t want to rip and tear, no, something is stirring in his loins and he needs to mate that small tasty human he smells.
He follows it to his room and finds that shirt you left and he’s inhaling the scent of it. Deep heavy whiffs as his cock throbs and he bucks into the air with no friction at all and growls because of it.
He’ll shove that shirt into his crotch and ruts into it over and over but tosses it away when he can’t even get a good feeling from it. Growling he follows his nose and flies out to find you. claws itching and teeth gnashing.
You are at the house of lamentation and the others are out when your window cracks open and flapping wings fold to reveal a Diavolo with fangs on full display and drooling and he’s creeping at you like a big cat ready to pounce. You managed to scramble out of the bed just as he ripped up the sheets.
You swear you see him smile as you dash out and slam the door behind you, knowing it's a futile attempt to slow him.
Hunting you
He wore a terrifying smile. It was just like the one he always wore but it didn’t reach his eyes. His molten gold and amber eyes were empty of any kind of sanity. They were hungry.
He easily caught up, you could blink and he was right in front of you. He pushed you right to the ground and straddled you pinning your arms up above your head and leaving you helpless.
But instead of ripping you apart or eating you, he was kissing your neck. Burning hot lips and a tongue caressing just under your jaw and a straining erection against your body twitching with primal excitement.
His teeth pull at your clothes and rip with ease, but there's something terrifyingly graceful in the way the ripped cloth to thread. He ripped his own clothes and his cock flopped out throbbing and leaking.
He’ll growl pleased as he ruts his cock against your hole while holding your legs apart and his vast amounts of slimy precum rubs against you and he slowly but persistently works his head inside, and as soon as he’s inside he still has the sanity to allow you to adjust, or he’s just savoring the feel of your insides. Your twitches all around him make his growls morph into purrs.
It doesn’t matter if you bend to his will or even fight and spit back. He’s too far gone. He’s just fucking into your soft body and warmth. And he makes sure his darling little prey feels good, it's instinct. Rubbing his massive hands all up and down grinning with teeth when you out noises of enjoyment.
He doesn’t just come once or twice. You lose count of how many times your toes have curled and how much cum has been flooded into not just the one, but all of them. By the time he was coming down from the orgasm, you were just about to pass out. Your face flushed and eyes unfocused.
Returning to normal
It took a moment for him to finally come back after finally being satisfied. He stood over you like a wolf protecting its caught prey, but as the itchiness and the irritation was gone he realized what he had done and felt horrified.
Right before you pass out you saw his petrified face, mouth agape, pupils were blown wide. He gently took you in his arms and was only somewhat relieved he didn’t draw a pinprick of blood. But what has he done?
Even if you forgive him, he still has a weight of guilt in his gut that feels like tons. It even hurt to look at you sometimes. Sure it was an accident but how could he, the prince of the Devildom, hurt not only a beloved guest but someone he holds so dear and close to him?
If you don’t? If you spit, curse, or hit him, he lets you. Take out your anger on him. He understands. Do as you please, he’ll do anything to show his remorse.
Solomon
Becoming feral
With the newest discovery of a Devildom herb, he was happy to be one of the first ones to get his hands on it. Though through not-so-savory methods. He was testing the various things this herb could be used for.
It shockingly was not toxic or poisonous to humans, chopped and eaten it was a pleasantly sweet and spicy taste.
But when self-testing and ended up burning it the fumes were burning and while he put in a charm to protect himself, what he didn’t prepare for was how his mind went blank with just pure rage.
He destroyed everything in his workshop. Glass everywhere, liquids all over the floor just making the situation worse and him even worse.
The rampage doesn’t stop there, he ends up going into his room and knocking down the perfumes that Asmodeus gave him adding a terrible mix of pheromones and aphrodisiacs. Turning the rampage into a heated one.
Getting a scent for you
But that’s when he smelled that cloak of yours. The one you left with him after your travels and he kept in his wardrobe for when you needed it again. So when the scent drifted out from his ruined cabinet his head whipped around and found the thing.
The smell of your hair and sweat, he licked it and it only drowned him deeper in feral desire. His cock was rock hard in his trousers as he bit into the fabric as he craved more and more.
Soon he tossed away the cloak and followed his human nose to try and find you. It wasn’t hard, you had a room of your own in this place, and with it being this late you were passed out asleep.
He threw open the door and found you passed out, with animalistic glee he grabbed you and yanked you up kissing you deeply. You wake instantly by the force and a tongue down your throat.
Shoving him away or even biting down makes him reel back but the gleam in his eyes tells you that he’s not himself. And while he’s just as human as you, he’s much stronger with powerful magic under his belt.
Not to mention the scent of him makes you want to rip his hair out as well. But you know better, so you run. You push him out of the way and dash out of the room and into your shared tower.
Hunting you
Solomon had built many traps and tricks into the tower in case of emergencies, and no matter where you hide or what magic was put up he found his way to you. It was like he could smell your fear through the solid stones and magic barriers.
His face was wearing a twisted promise of a death sentence, but the way he would grab you for just a moment and you could feel his dick pressing against you, you felt it was a much worse outcome.
But he was relentless, he wouldn’t stop and ended up using his own magic to seal the place up confining you to the tower with no way out.
And just like a dramatic confrontation in a movie, you found yourself cornered with him creeping closer. He pushes you into the wall and yanks your pants down with your ass on full display.
His thumb brushed against your hole and with a fizzle of his fingers, you could feel his fingers leaking and slowly shoving into you trying to spilt you open, pushing deep, and pulling you apart.
Despite it all, it was starting to feel nice. His fingers always were dexterous and even in an enraged state still proved to be formidable and little moans wanted to come out. But that stopped when he pulled his messy fingers out and slapped them on our hips and pushed inside with one sharp thrust.
He fucked you fast and hard, and every time you started falling and sliding down on the wall. His slimy hands hold you tight as he pounds you down all the way down to the floor and still kept going.
There was so much cum, you couldn’t even think anymore. Just chasing orgasm after orgasm until he finally halted his hips and he let out a shaky sigh as he laid on top of you. He woke up from his rage and saw your worn-out body.
Returning to normal
He quickly took you back to your bed and tended to you. Giving you water and keeping you warm and wrapped in the sheets.
He felt awful, terrible, downright despicable. The way you just looked so vulnerable and tired. He moved the hair out of your face. He wanted to go to his office and write down notes of everything that happened. But you are more important and making sure that you were okay was the most important thing.
Not only that, but he needed to apologize. That was the first thing he needed to do.
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So I uhhh. Wrote a thing. And then I drew it.
More NSFT under the cut
#obey me smut#obey me satan#satan x reader#omnsfw#nsft art#monsterfucking.#technically???#body paint#the void (me) drew a thing
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If requests be open, railing Diavolo please 👀
I HAVENT DONE ONE OF THESE IN CENTURIES
MC Railing Diavolo
WARNING: NSFW // Smut
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He’s always up for a new activity
Even if it involves his asshole being torn into
The way he grips the sheets and calls out your name, begging silently for more drives you crazy
You ram into him, each slap of your thighs hitting his ass echoing around the room
The bed creaks and you’re positive it’ll break
Your hand tangle in his hair, tugging his head back to kiss him passionately, tongue entwining while you’re inside him
He reaches back to pull open his asshole wider for you, moaning desperately to get you to keep going
He wants to be destroyed. Marked. Do anything to him that’ll make his stomach churn and his face burn bright red
Nothing captivates him like you do
His tongue sticks out and he pants, failing to catch himself as he’s thrown forwards by the force and his cheek hits the mattress
He’s whining your name over and over again just to be satisfied
He wants you to cum in him, on him and he wants it down his throat
You turn him onto his back and play with his nipples, his back arching and his voice cracking
The once powerful prince was now putty in your hands~
He holds your face, looking into your eyes as you fuck him until his legs shook and he could feel his entire body quivering in your mercy
You suddenly slow down, making each thrust painfully slow and agonising, his moving squirming and he’s whining for you to go faster again
You travel your fingers up and down his chest, watching his body heave until you reached his dick
You stroked it gently; in time with your agonising thrusts
His cock twitches and his face twists, his breathing unsteady and gasping
He wanted to cum so bad
You play with his tip until he couldn’t take it any longer, exploding his load all over his chest and face while you stared at him with pity
You kept playing with him until it was your turn to cum, your sticky load filling up his stomach, pushing into him once more and then falling to your knees
Diavolo was still panting and recovering but couldn’t help but grab you by the waist and pull you down on to him
He grinned at you, his happy go lucky side coming back swiftly as he plants a tender kiss on your cheek and forehead
He was ready for round 2 whenever you were <3
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me smut#obey me diavolo#obey me diavolo smut#obey me mc#diavolo x mc#diavolo x reader#omnsfw
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