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NSFW Alphabet (Obey Me Simeon)
Rated: NSFW/18+ (please proceed at your own discretion)
Author’s Notes: Juno, hi! Never any shame in simping for the goodest angel placed among us. Thank you for asking for him and for being so patient! I’ve picked five NSFW alphabets here for Simeon, I hope you will see this and enjoy @living-in-the-state-of-dreaming 🙇🏽♀️♡
Also tagging @reallyfuckedupsmalldragon as requested!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Once the two of you have finished and have had the time to catch your breath, Simeon skims a line of gentle kisses along your jaw, your neck. Bodies entwined and close as he holds you in his embrace. Before he lets go at last, to get you a soft, clean towel, prepared well beforehand. Tracing it down the length of your body with care and affection so delicate, you almost croon in joy. If you insist on cleaning him up in turn, he seats himself, obedient. Back to you as you wipe down the curve of his beautiful body. Sessions like these often turning to laughter and kisses exchanged, sweeping soft cloth at each other until you’re both tangled into the sheets and feeling each other in an airy, sweet exchange of kisses.
Simeon also often keeps a pot of a certain, soothing blend of tea ready for your post coital needs. A recipe of the heavens, he claims, it is known for its comforting flavor and properties. Creamy on the tongue and a dash of fresh herbs, with a hint of bitter, but that you suspect is due to your Simeon’s own touch of expertise in the kitchen. You find it truly does help, however, when he utters a short incantation to warm up two cups of tea and settles himself against you for your moment of peace.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)/ E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Simeon hasn’t really shared any meaningful romantic relationships over his years, despite several centuries spent at Michael’s side. There's never been quite one he connected with, to such a spiritually deep degree, as he has with you. Most of his time spent on dealing with affairs within the Heavens and ensuring a smooth process for his fellows, countless centuries spent only for the betterment and happiness of his people.
Simeon is the kind to fall in love with a person’s soul, and yours is the one he found true comfort in after all this time. Before you, there wasn’t exactly a need to be with someone. He does not harbor any regrets from his time in the Heavens, time spent on his own. But with you, it does feel as if there’s part of him you complete with your own, when the two of you are together and one. And he wants to exhibit those feelings for you, with his entire being.
As such, he’s never really felt the need to relieve himself sexually, never felt the desire to perform acts that would not only bring one pleasure but leave one with child, if so desired. But with you...
You almost have to wonder if all angels are so... incredibly gifted in their abundance of semen, or if it’s just your Simeon who’s so incredibly wonderful, he leaves you pleasantly aching and so very full each time, you feel his release leaking from you, against your thighs and onto the sheets beneath with the slow withdrawal of him from your depths. So much of it, it leaves you flushed each time you feel the audible slosh of him inside and released from you.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)/P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? Etc)
Simeon is an incredibly passionate and adoring lover; none before have treated or handled you with as much care and devotion as Simeon puts into your love-making. And that’s exactly what he does; makes love to you, in the rawest, truest sense of the word.
Each garment he relieves you of, followed by a gentle flitter of kisses across the exposed patch of skin. Murmuring praise and love onto your flesh until you’re positively alight with happiness and pleasure. A flurry of kisses; mouths meeting and parting in soft, hushed laughter and private whispers. Hands cradled and entwined through the other’s, bodies pressed against each other, as he moves within you, slow and deep. So very weaved into each other, you feel every part of him, as if he sears his own brand of love against you with each roll of his hips.
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Watch Me (Beel x Reader NSFW Oneshot)
Watch Me
Beel asks you to film him while he works out. That should be easy... right?
Beel x Fem!reader Oneshot
*inspired by the "A Summons from Beel 1" chat*
Tags: Soft Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Sweet Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Beelzebub Has a Large Penis (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Size Difference, Size Kink, Enthusiastic Consent, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Slight Belly Bulge, Gentle Sex, Unsafe Sex
Read here or on AO3.
Steam fills the bathroom, rising up and over the glass shower, rolling down onto the tiled floor in thick waves. You hum to yourself, massaging shampoo into your scalp, enjoying the warmth of the water and the clean, minty smell of the suds in your hair. It’s been a long fucking day and you’re thankful it’s almost over. Passively, you register the buzzing of your D.D.D, just barely audible over the hissing of the showerhead and the water drumming against your scalp.
You take your time rinsing out the soap and smoothing conditioner over your ends, scrubbing every inch of your body with a pink bath pouf. Several minutes later, you turn off the water and step out onto the plush bathmat, reaching out for your towel. Still humming, you dry yourself off and squeeze the water from your hair, glancing up at your half-fogged reflection for just a moment before grabbing your phone.
One notification. A text from Beel.
9:18: Hey, could you come here?
ASAP
You raise one eyebrow.
9:22: sorry i was in the shower. something wrong?
He takes a long time to answer. Long enough for you to pull a brush through your hair, press moisturizer into your skin, brush your teeth, and slip into some sweatpants and loose t-shirt, foregoing underwear. He takes long enough that you start to worry, to chew your lip and frown at your phone.
9:30: I want you to help me with something.
I want you film me while working out.
You swallow thickly, stomach churning, full of all kinds of fluttering things that make your heart race and your cheeks flush (although you try to convince yourself that’s just because of the residual steam clinging to your skin).
9:31: If my form’s not right, I won’t be able to work the right muscle groups the way I want to.
You walk out into your bedroom in search of a hoodie, and the temperature difference makes you shiver. You grab one, a maroon colored one with the RAD crest on the front, and tug it over your head, peeling the wet hair from the back of your neck.
9:32: where are u?? ur room?
You type, settling down on the foot of your bed, one leg curled up underneath the other.
9:35: The gym.
beel, i don’t know where that is
Another few minutes pass before your phone buzzes again, minutes you pass alternating between standing, sitting, and pacing.
9:38: It shouldn’t be tough getting here. Just ask somebody out on the street for directions.
You rub one hand over the back of your neck, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. Thinking back, you distinctly remember someone telling you to do pretty much anything but talk to random demons on the street, rambling on and on about you may or may not end up being eaten.
But you decide to go anyways. Because it’s Beel, and because you seem to have a knack for doing exactly the things you aren’t supposed to do. And, it’s Beel. You’d do just about anything for him, which is why you often end up on late night kitchen raids or “begrudgingly” bringing him snacks between classes.
9:39: ok omw
You pop your door open just a crack and peer outside, checking up and down the hallway. You don’t particularly feel like running into anyone or trying to explain why you thought it was a good idea to venture out alone so late at night, so you slip outside and hurry towards the front door. Just a quick walk, you tell yourself. I’ll help Beel, and then he’ll walk me back.
“Yeah,” you murmur under your breath, sliding outside into the cool evening air. “It’ll be fine.”
You pull your hood up and tuck your head down, shoving your phone into the front pocket of your hoodie, along with both your hands. Twenty-two minutes and three separate sets of directions from three extremely handsy demons later, you make it to what you hope is the gym.
10:11: im here i think
You walk up the steps and push through the front door, only to see that it’s completely deserted inside. No one behind the front desk. No one anywhere, as far as you can tell. Frowning, unease blossoming in your stomach, you reach for your phone, when out of fucking nowhere, fingers curl around the top of your arm. You spin around, clutching a hand to the drawstrings of your hoodie, only to be greeted by a familiar mop of orange hair.
“Fucking shit, Beel,” you gasp. “You scared me.”
“Sorry,” he says, flashing you a warm smile, the kind that crinkles his eyes and makes your cheeks feel warm. It’s the same kind of smile he gives Belphie, and the same kind of smile he gives his favorite food. “I saw you walking up. Thanks for coming.”
You take a step back, suddenly all too aware of how close he’s standing and how warm his hand feels and how tall he is. How he towers over you, all corded muscle and broad shoulders and spiraling tattoos.
“N-no problem,” you say, pulling your hood back off your head.
It’s really hot in here.
“Here,” he grabs your hand (and goddammit, it practically swallows yours) and pulls you towards the weightlifting benches and dumbbell stands. He crouches down, rummaging around in his gym bag before taking out his phone and handing it to you. He explains, again, what he wants you to do: record a few exercises so he can check his form later that night.
Easy enough.
And it is pretty easy. For the most part. If you don’t think too hard about the heavy thudding in your chest, or the dryness in your mouth, or the flush on your cheeks as you watch him. You clear your throat, wet your lips with your tongue, and worry at the skin there with your teeth.
The pushups are fine. The pushups you can handle, though you do find your eyes straying away from the phone screen and over to him. You find yourself paying way too much attention to the flex in his biceps when he lowers himself down, to the soft grunt as he pushes himself back up. You find yourself wondering what it would be like to be underneath him, to be caged in by those arms and—
Your eyes flick back to the screen.
“Oh, shit-” you mutter, adjusting the phone so it’s actually pointed at him again.
The sit-ups are fine too. You try your best not to notice the way the muscles in his abdomen contract or the way sweat slicks the fabric of his shirt to his skin giving you just a hint of what he looks like underneath.
You pull at your hoodie. It’s really fucking hot in here.
The bench presses are what do you in. Watching him load your weight and then some onto the bar is what does you in. What has you squeezing your thighs together and shifting uncomfortably when his back is turned.
Beel sits down, legs spread on either side of the bench. He glances over at you, just for a second, with a strange look on his face before he lays back. Your knees feel weak as you watch him heft the bar up and off the stand, lowering it down just above his chest before pushing it back up, grunting with the effort of it. They almost buckle when he does it again, when his shirt rides up just enough for you to see a sliver of his abs, to see the sharp v of his hips leading down.
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuuuuuuck.
You have to look away. You make yourself look away.
With a final push, a strain of muscles, and a low huff that sends heat rushing down between your legs, he sets the weighs back in place and sits up, staring at you.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, standing up, walking over to you.
“N-Nothing… Nothing’s wrong,” you stammer, backing up and up until your back hits the wall. You feel overheated. Dizzy. And so fucking embarrasses. “I’m fine.”
He takes another step forward, practically pins you to the wall with the way he crowds you.
“You look sick,” he murmurs, pressing his hand to your forehead.
“I-I’m fine. Beel, seriously—" you whimper, audibly whimper when he leans down to look you in the eye, lips just inches from yours. You feel his breath against your mouth as he stares you down, and you swear, you could drown in violet hues you see there.
Something seems to click for him, and you see realization flicker across his face. You feel like you’re on fire. Like you’re suffocating. Like you might implode at any moment if he doesn’t either back up or kiss you already.
He’s always wondered why you react to him like this. Why you go all quiet and meek when he gets close to you (especially when you’re so fiery with his brothers), why your shoulders tense up when he leans over to whisper something in your ear during class, why your cheeks flush scarlet whenever he catches you staring at him, why you can’t seem to look him in the eye for longer than a few heartbeats. His gaze flicks down, lingering on your lips, before trailing back up to your own wide eyes.
But understands now. His voice is soft and sweet when he asks. “… Can I kiss you?”
You nod, so quickly, so eagerly you should be ashamed, but all you can focus on is him. On the heat radiating off him. On the way his fingers follow the line of your jaw and tilt your head up. On the way he looks down at you with half-lidded eyes and a soft smile. On the way he brushes his lips across yours, groaning deep and low in his throat when you melt into him, when you open your mouth and twist your hands in his shirt and pull him down to you.
He threads his fingers through your still-wet hair, tilting your head back further, kissing you deeper, wrapping an arm around your waist to press you closer to him. His tongue finds yours, licking and tasting and drinking every gasp and groan that you offer him.
He kisses you breathless, swallows your startled squeal when he lifts you up by your ass and lets you wrap your legs around his waist. He presses against you, cock thick and hot and throbbing against your sex. You kiss him harder, winding both arms around his neck while he holds you up with one hand, using the other to touch and fondle and squeeze, fingers searing against your bare skin when he explores under your hoodie, your shirt.
He lifts you off the wall and carries you to the closest locker room while you cling tighter to him, thighs clenching around his middle. He kisses you, tugs on the waistband of your sweatpants, breaking the kiss suddenly when he finds nothing underneath. Your eyes flutter open, and you just stare, panting, mesmerized by the trail of spit that still connects you.
“You’re not wearing underwear,” he says, voice low.
You shake your head. “I-I was… I was about to go to bed when you texted.”
His eyes widen, just slightly, as his pupils dilate.
He sits you down on one of the padded benches near the showers, kneeling between your legs, and peels your sweatpants down, fingertips feather-light against your skin. He grabs your hips, scoots you forward, urging you to part your legs further to accommodate him, to let him see how wet you are already.
“I want to taste you.” He says, voice thick and husky, and kisses you again, tongue dipping into your mouth, twisting with yours before pulling back to scan your face. “Can I?”
A needy noise catches in the back of your throat and you nod, pussy fluttering at the thought of his tongue down there.
“Lay back then,” he says, watching you with an intensity, a hunger that makes you shiver.
You do as he says, hiding your face in the crook of your elbow, biting down on your lip. Your head feels like it’s full of cotton. You’re high on embarrassment. You want to hide, you want to spread your legs wider for him. You want him to touch you.
He leans in close and trails warm, wet kisses up and down your thigh, on the insides of your knees, nipping at the sensitive skin. You whine, squirming, hips trying to wiggle away, but he just holds you there, laughs against your skin and kisses your hipbones.
“I haven’t even done anything yet,” he murmurs. “And you’re already so wet.”
“Beel-” you whimper, trying to shift around, to get him to do something and then—
Then he licks you, one long swipe up and over your entrance, tongue teasing your aching clit, swirling around it, barely there, humming deep in his throat. You gasp, buck your hips. He uses his thumbs to spread you wider, licks you long and slow, then harder, faster, before slipping one thick finger inside of you.
And it feels so much better than yours.
You throw your head back, back arching, and you moan, fingers knotting in his hair.
“Ah, fuck,” you pant. “Beel.”
He adds another, crooking his fingers up against the spongey spot inside you, pressing up into it and holding his fingers there while he licks and sucks on your clit, driving you closer and closer. You writhe, pleasure coiling tighter inside you as you clamp down on his fingers, as you rock your hips and ride his face.
“You taste so fucking good,” he moans.
Your eyes roll back in your head, hips arching as finger tighten in his hair. Your legs clench around his head. Your toes curl. The coil inside you snaps, and you gasp out a broken moan and cum all over his face.
You collapse back on the bench, panting, legs going limp. You cover your eyes with one forearm, struggling to catch your breath, the aftershock of pleasure coursing through you as he laps softly around your entrance, around his fingers, still inside you. Then he starts to move them again, to scissor them inside you and stretch you.
“Beel, wait,” you whimper, sitting up just enough to grab his wrist with both hands. “’S too much—ah!”
“Shh, shh,” he murmurs, pumping his fingers in and out. “One more, just one more.”
“I can’t,” you whine, fall back on the bench and arch into his touch. “I just-”
Too fast you can feel it again, as his tongue swirls and pleasure burns inside you. You writhe, tears pricking your eyes. It’s so intense—too intense—it almost hurts. You whimper out a broken gasp, a plea for more, more. He spreads you open with one hand, the other working mercilessly inside you, pushing you closer and closer and closer—
Fuck—you see stars. Crying and cumming and clenching around his fingers.
He slides his fingers out of you, and the squelch has your cheeks flushing.
“Come here,” he murmurs, pulling your hips forward. “Sit up for me.”
You do, blissed out and hazy, staring wide-eyed at the slick on his face. You surge forward, off the bench and into his lap, lips colliding in a flurry of teeth and tongue and spit and fuck you can taste yourself in his mouth.
“Ready?” he whispers, kisses you again and frees his cock, grinding it against you, coating it in the slickness of your arousal. It’s maddening. The feel of him, hot and heavy and hard, sliding between your lips, grazing your clit
“Please-” You whine breaks off into a choked moan as he lines the blunt head of his cock up with your entrance, as he grabs your hips and sinks you down onto him—slowly, inch by fucking inch, until you’re weeping you’re so full, so stretched around him, stuffed to the brim and begging for more.
“Oh—fuck, baby, look-” he grunts. “Look at how good you take my cock.”
You look down, entranced by the way your legs are spread wide around his hips, the way your poor little pussy looks like it’s being stretched to it’s absolute fucking limit, the way your belly bulges, just a little, with the shape of his cock.
“B-Beel,” You rut against him weakly, so mind-bogglingly full.
He groans in your ear. “You’re doing so good. So, so good for me.”
You nod, head lulling forward, resting against his shoulder.
“Can I fuck you?”
You whimper. “Y-yes.”
He rolls his hips up into yours, slowly—too slowly—gently, giving you time to adjust as he bounces you on his lap, up and down on his dick.
“Do you like it?” he asks, and you can’t possibly answer, too pre-occupied with pressing sloppy kisses to the column of his throat, moaning into his shoulder. You lick and bite and suck, high on the taste of his skin and the feel of his cock stretching you open.
“Can I go faster?” he asks, begs. “I’ll fuck you so good, baby—I promise.”
You nod, squeal when he moves you and you’re on your back.
“Touch yourself,” he tells you, grabbing both your hips. “I want to see you cum on my cock.”
He drives into you, fucking you in earnest, using leverage and strength to fuck you absolutely stupid. Your eyes roll back in your head, your back arches and you writhe, fingers working furiously at your clit. You don’t care how loud you are anymore. You just cry and beg and scream his name because it feels so fucking good.
Overheated, overstimulated, eyes squeezed shut, you clamp down on him and shatter, pleasure surging hot through your veins. He curses, grips you tighter, fucks you through your orgasm and into his own, harder, faster, until he pulls out, pumps himself once, twice, and paints your bare stomach with his cum.
He’s quiet for a long moment, eyes closed, panting, then he looks down at you. “… Do you wanna go get something to eat?”
You laugh, so loud and long he starts to laugh too—you can’t help it. He’s just too fucking cute. You push up on one elbow, grab his shirt and seal your lips against his.
“I think we need to shower first."
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Mc being so busy commanding the seven brothers that they forget that they can be commanded too.
Satan and Lucifer fight? You resolve it. Beel getting too hungry and destroying the castle? You resolve it. Mammon and Levi arguing over owed money? You resolve it. You run a tight ship and you’re the boss over those demons in every little way imaginable. Every demon and angel you have met has bowed to your command and let you have control and be the peacemaker.
So when you get too stressed and begin to yell, all seven brothers looking at you in astonishment, nobody knows what to do. Except for the one person you cannot tame.
You feel a hand grip the back of your neck. It’s strong but gentle and you feel your breath hitch in your throat. The person behind you leans in and demands… “Behave”
And suddenly you’re quiet. Docile. Solomons voice calming your mind without a single spell. He smiles at the group as you close your eyes from the embarrassment.
"We’ll be seeing you later, you can resolve this amongst yourselves. Me and MC have some business to attend to at Coctyus Hall…”
(Psst- if you’re seeing this, a full version is coming soon )
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Okay, this have been on my mind for a while now…
So! MC in the manga is a sheep (get turn into a sheep because they aren’t familiar with the magic? Idk). I was just wondering that at the end of the exchange programme how would the boys react to Mc’s “true form”
This is such an interesting thing to write 🖤
By the way, this is another request stuck in my drafts, I promise I'll try to make up for it and post more :')
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Their reaction to Sheep MC changing into their human form at the end of the exchange program
Warnings: Slightly suggestive, no proofreading, wrong grammar, spelling errors, kind of long
Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters
Links: Masterlist
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LUCIFER
It was the end of the exchange program and he's seeing you off
A large portal behind your back
For you, it might be the portal that will lead you to the freedom and whatever normality this program took away from you for a whole year
The portal that you've been waiting for
But for him, it's nothing but a spiral of magic that takes away the only comfort he has
The comfort that he seek for
And his twisted heart aches whenever he remembers it
But he hides it off with a smile and a wave
He waved at you one last time before you turned around
"Uhm... I feel weird-"
What?
The extreme feeling of despair left his body for a second and was covered with confusion
That soon turned into worry as your sheep form completely fell to the ground
The noises you're making is not normal and they're all panicking because they've never heard of it before
And the fact that you started glowing didn't ease their mind.
Could it be that some higher demon planted some spell inside of you?
IS THAT SPELL SUCCESFUL?!-
MC..?
He looked at you shock
No, more like-
He looked at your new form, shocked.
The way your naked body is laying on the ground right in front of him...
Right in front of them..?
He can't help but sigh and thought that, everything would have been fine, perfect even, if you turned into this form in front of him
But no, you just have to turn into your original self in front of everyone
Now he can't even embrace you.
All he did was take his coat off and throw it to your body as his face flush red.
You turned around to look at them as you clutch his coat with that adorable expression before you run off and enter the portal
He's left there, shocked and speechless
He didn't know what the hell just happened
But what's he's sure of is that he's going to get you back
And you're going to show that expression to him one more time
But that time, it will just be the two of you, alone.
MAMMON
This man is bawling his eyes out
His original plan is to watch you leave as he cries and once you're gone he will walk it off like a real man, with tear stains of course.
He set his mind to it, gambling for the whole week after you leave so that he can forget you
Even for just a moment
But no,
You won't even let him have the peace of mind
Or leave him with a nice memory
Instead your sheep body dropped to ground and made everyone think that you're about to die!
But you know what more you did?
You turned into a human!
Your human form!
Naked!
He went from 😭 -> 🤨 -> 😮 -> 😭 -> 😳 in a mere minute
He just stood there with a flushed face
A blushing dumbass who don't know what to do but watch as Lucifer threw his coat on you
And watch you run away with that cute expression, embarrassed expression on your face.
Gosh
You drive him insane
Now he's all fired up, willing to destroy the mortal world just to get you back in his arms.
LEVIATHAN
This one too is bawling his eyes out
While holding his camera of course
He's filming every part of this
He's standing there like "WAHHH MCCC! W-Wait is the angle r-right..? I need to capture how b-beautiful MC is..." while sobbing words out.
His hands are holding the camera shakily but the movement suddenly stopped when you said you feel weird...
His eyes shot open and his tears stopped
Are you okay..?
. . .
He's malfunctioning the moment you dropped to the ground and started to glow
And he malfunctioned even more when you turned into your human born, as naked as the moment you were born.
Now his sniper instincts came in and the camera is as focused as a laser
He's staring at you wide eyed, face as red as a tomato and his mouth agape
He doesn't know what's happening
But what he's sure of is that he needs to film it
Everything
The moment you grabbed Lucifer's coat and hugged it to cover yourself
And the moment you stood up and looked at them with that cute expression
But the moment you left, he hid the camera
This film is for his eyes only...
He's gonna need this for a 'project'...
And you know what else he needs?
Tissues.
SATAN
He's smiling everything off as he watches you leave
But you know deep down some anger is boiling
Considering how hot his pact mark is getting
Because, why do you have to leave..? Did he fail to satisfy your standards..?
He can't help but roll his eyes internally
But in the middle of his self talk, you spoke
"I kind of... Feel weird-"
And then you dropped to the ground and he's suddenly panicking
Any other feeling except for confusion flushed out of his body
He ran up to you immidiately but the light dimmed down and your naked body lay before him
He can't help stop in his tracks and just look at you and blush
Before he can even register anything, Lucifer's coat is already hugging your body
Which causes another wave of wrath to hit him
He just glared at Lucifer and saw that he's not even paying attention to him
He's looking at you
With a foreign expression in his face
So he also looked at you and...
Why the fuck did you have to look so majestic..?
You met his gaze and your face flushed before you ran out and entered the portal
He just remained still
Looking at the ground where you once sat
He can't move, he's shaking so much...
He feels like he's about to explode...
ASMODEUS
"WAHHH MCCC!" He whined out as he openly sobbed
He loves you so much!
Just why do you have to leave him!
He can't help but pout at you as you say your final goodbye
But what about him?
Why do you have to leave him too!
I mean it's understandable that you want to leave them because they're all such nuisances to you why him?!
He can't help it-
What do you mean you're feeling weird?
He's slowly walking to your direction
But you started to glow..?
Suddenly he's bearing his teeth expecting enemies around
Oh wait...
Oh...
You're...
Naked...
His mind is scrambled
He completely stopped working
And he'll probably be out of service for the next few days.
BEELZEBUB
He's probably standing there with Belphie in his arms
He's giving you his infamous puppy smile hoping that you'll give him what he wants
Hoping that you'll fall for it like the usual and ran up to him an dsay he's cute instead of leaving
But there's a part in his heart that knows you won't
He's sad and happy at the same time
He's happy because you'll finally live the way you do back then
But he's sad because you have to leave to do so...
Huh?
You're feeling weird..?
You're glowing, MC!
He's shaking Belphegor awake now
What's happening to you-
. . .
He'll be one of the most respectful and cover his eyes
But he's secretly peaking through the gaps
Your flushed face...
Looks so cute...
You look...
You looked delicious...
Just enough to eat...
Now he's hungry.
Hungry for something... New?
Something that includes you.
BELPHEGOR
He's awake actually
He watched everyone, he heard everyone gave their final speeches to you
But when you were about to leave
He forcefully shut his eyes and leaned on Beel
Hoping that his sin would take over and he fell into some deep slumber
But why of all times... Why isn't it cooperating..?
His brows are furrowed as he forces himself to sleep
But suddenly everyone dropped silent...
So you finally left?
Wha- why is Beel shaking him?-
MC?!
Why the fuck are you glowing now?!
No no no...
Is it the work of some demon?!
Who-
. . .
You're... Naked...
In front of everyone...
Haha...
Beel better hold him back or else he's about to run after you and do what his brothers can't
But he knows you won't like that.
So he clinged to Beel-
Haha...
Why do you look like that?!
That's his last thought before he ran and almost caught you but the portal closed
Immidiately.
"Hmm... What a shame~"
He'll make sure he'll catch you next time.
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I've been thinking that growing up surrounded by luxuries and being a prince, Diavolo, as the future heir of Devildom has all in his hands. And everyone around him has been reminding him of it all his life and praising him always in an ostentatious and tiresome way. Always comparing him to the greatest things, the most powerful creatures and the most valuable treasures. Feeling that the flattery is nothing more than an act of pure interest towards his person, empty words.
And then one day Mc arrives, a human who doesn't seem to understand that they are in hell, and stares at him.
Mc: Your eyes are beautifull.
Diavolo: Ha, ha, people usually say to me the look like gold-
Mc: They have the color of sun-kissed honey… Feels like home.
And then, leaves quietly, as if nothing, after dropping the bombshell, leaving Diavolo a blushing mess unable to process what just happened.
That day Barbatos found in his young lord's search history "how to marry a human, being the future king of hell?"
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don't mind me... just thinking about the demon brothers slowly dropping the rest of their roster for you as they fall head over heels...
lucifer // mammon (you are here) // levi // satan // asmo // beel // belphie -- others coming soon, NSFW warning below, gn!reader
mammon, who falls for you slowly, then all at once. whose taunts and general disregard for your safety lessen after he forms a pact with you. suddenly he's finding excuses to linger in your doorway, to join conversations you're having with beel or levi just to make sure you're not getting too friendly with them. he's greedy with you. watching his brothers mingle with you sparks a strange sense of protectiveness in him he doesn't bother to hide.
mammon, who naturally gravitates towards you. he understands the need for alone time, but more often than not his free days are spent by your side. he still loves the casinos and the parties, but nowadays he's trying to convince you to join or not going at all. poker's not as fun when you're not by his side, breathing onto his neck as you strain to get a peek at his cards. clubs are only worth going to when you'll join him on the dancefloor, hips swaying against his to the music. it's hot. he's addicted and he doesn't even feel guilty.
mammon, who doesn't even realize he's been ignoring his usual friends with benefits arrangements. the people in his phone have been sending their usual late night texts, and he swipes them away on instinct. his eyes glaze over as he scrolls through naughty photos in his messages. what was once enticing now simply seems dull, and he doesn't know why-- or, at least, he won't admit it to himself. he'll head out occasionally to meet a succubus he knows, but the encounters seem less fulfilling nowadays.
mammon, who fucks his fist to the thought of you. sweat drips down his face as his movements grow desperate, pausing to spit into his hand just so he can get lost in the idea of his palm being your hot, tight little hole clenching around his cock. his panting is loud, aimless calls of your name echoing through his room. his hips buck steadily into his clenched fist. all he can think about it what it would feel like to have you under him, bent over the hood of his car, your moans like music to his ears as he fucks you until you can't speak. he imagines the way you'll gasp as he slips inside of you, your whines when he slows his pace to a crawl to feel his cock drag against your walls, the way you'll cry out in pleasure when he slams back into you and fucks you as feverishly as he wants. cum spills all over his fingers and stomach, painting his hot skin white when he finally reaches climax, shaking a little in desperation as he realizes how badly he's craving you.
mammon, who can't get off to the thought of anyone else. every explicit video, homemade or otherwise, is just a cheap imitation of you. he's not above searching for videos with performers that look like you, that do the things he wants to do to you or vice versa. he hangs out in your room on a regular basis only to retreat back to his den hard and aching against his jeans. he satisfies himself night after night with toys and his hands until, finally, the pieces fall into place and you end up underneath him during a movie. he feels dizzy as he slides into you, your soft noises making the moment feel ethereal in the low light. his couch squeaks a little as he thrusts into you, but he can't bring himself to notice anything outside of the way your lips fall open, the way your body squirms under him, the way he will never be able to get off without thinking of this moment again.
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reunion sex with Mammon is the lewdest, nastiest shit ever, he's not stopping even if you beg. aw, poor thing is too tired to keep their legs spread? don't worry, he'll lay you on your belly, spoon, or your back on his chest while mercilessly pounding into you from below. one thing is certain, Mammon won't stop until you're sobbing and dripping with his cum.
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Hello. Today I offer you this.
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Thinking about struggling to ride Mammon so he just grabs your hips and fucks you on himself
You start off whining and trying as hard as you can to bounce on his cock, but your thighs are burning and you collapse on his chest crying about how it’s too much and you can’t do it.
He kisses the top of your head as he puts his hands on either sides of your hips, “it’s ok treasure I gotcha.” He says softly as he lifts you up and slams you down on himself causing you to cry out.
You grip his shoulders tightly, digging your nails in as he continues to fuck you on himself, using you as his own personal cock sleeve until he cums inside you with a loud moan.
#i lowkey hate this but oh well I wanted to write something#and I like this idea I just didn’t do it well#also it doesn’t matter if you are bigger he’s got that demon strength and could definitely do this no matter what you weigh#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me smut#obey me mammon#obey me mammon smut
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You owe me
Warnings: Lucifer being a perv, swearing, dirty talk, lots of sex
Summary: You want to make a pact with Lucifer but he wants something in return: your body.
He thinks you haven’t noticed his strange behaviours towards you, but you have. Staring at you when he thinks you’re not looking. His protective glare over you whenever you talk to one of his brothers. Or even when he’d put his hands on your waist to pass by you and his touch would linger a bit too long. Eventually he started holding your waist every time he’d pass by you even when it wasn’t necessary, and you swear you feel his cock rub against your ass every time.
He’s been wanting to feel you up for the longest time. Spending so many nights with his cock in his fist, moaning your name in ecstasy. Though imagining you under him screaming his name satisfied him enough to reach his climax, it just wasn’t enough. He needed you. The real you. And he wanted to make his fantasies of you a reality.
Lucifer was the last demon brother you needed to make a pact with but he’s been so hard to convince. One day you decide you’re done waiting for the right moment. You barge into his room to just come out and say it. “I want you to make a pact with me”, you say determinedly. Lucifer gets up from his chair and struts towards you with curiosity. “Why are you so adamant on making pacts with my brothers and I?” Of course you can’t tell him the real reason you want to make the pact, he’d be livid if he found out you’re trying to help Belphie escape the attic. “I’m in an entirely new world, I want to be as strong as possible.” You aren’t entirely lying, but you’re not telling the full truth either. Lucifer eyes you suspiciously as he walks closer.
“What’s in it for me?” The smirk on his face grows as a devious plan develops in his head. “What do you mean?” “Well if I’m gonna give you something without knowing your full intentions I might as well get something out of it.” He takes another step closer, making the small gap between you two even smaller.
“Fine, what do you want?” you say anxiously. “…I want to taste you”, he said with nothing but lust in his voice as he pinned you against the wall behind you. You’re now stuck between the wall and a very horny Lucifer towering over you. “I’ll make a pact with you if… I get to fuck you whenever I want for a month.” Your eyes widen in shock. Being a sex slave to a demon for a month?! You’re not sure you could even handle whatever sadistic, sexual tasks Lucifer had in store for you. As you eye him up you look a bit further down his body, noticing his already hard cock making a tent in his pants. Lucifer notices your staring and decides to rub his cock against your pussy. You let out a loud whine. “So what do you say? Wanna be my little play thing for a month?” What other choice do you have? You need to make this pact otherwise the work you put into making the other pacts would’ve all been for nothing. If this is the only way he’ll agree to a pact then so be it. You look up at him nervously and say “deal.” Lucifer has the most devilish grin on his face as he looks at his watch. “Well would you look at that. It’s midnight”, he says closing the gap between you two by kissing you roughly. He shoves his tongue passed your lips, dominating your mouth as he gropes your breast with one hand and your ass with the other.
“Our one month starts now.”
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Lucifer takes full advantage of this opportunity by bending you over every chance he gets. You just woke up? Early morning, sloppy sex. You’re at school? He’s pulling you into the nearest storage closet. You’re chilling in your room? He’s pulling you into his room where you spend the night being his personal cum dump.
He puts you in every position he can think of. Missionary, downward dog, in front of a mirror, against the wall, and even in his office a couple times. In his right mind he’d be terrified if someone, especially Diavolo, walked in on you two in such an inappropriate position in his office, but he’s so pussy drunk he can’t think straight. All he wants is to feel you around his cock.
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“L-Lucifer.” That’s the only coherent word you’re able to utter as Lucifer bullies your sensitive cunt. Besides your tired moans, the lewd sound of flesh smacking against flesh is all that can be heard within Lucifer’s bedroom. Earlier, he called your phone, all he said was “My room. Now” and hung up. And because of the deal you made, you couldn’t say no. Not like you’d want to anyway. You love the feeling of the hunky demon assorting his dominance over you and fucking your brains out every night. And now here you are, Lucifer slamming his hips into yours like his life depends on it. Hitting your sweet spot with every thrust as your eyes roll back in pleasure.
If only you could focus your eyes enough to see Lucifer right now, he’s a mess. Face sweaty, hair disheveled, and a string of drool rolling down his chin. “Fuck. You feel so damn good.” He grunts, leaning down to lay a rough kiss on your lips. His thrusts become sloppier as he gets closer to his climax. “Oh Lucifer- p-please make me cum.” Your desperate cries was all it took to push him off the edge, shooting hot streaks of cum straight into your womb. You follow suit as you come around his still hardened cock for what you think is the fifth time tonight.
“Oh baby, we’re only halfway done, remember? You’re still mine for the next 2 weeks. Actually I’m not sure I’ll be willing to let go by then. How about another few weeks? ’Nother few months? I just need to feel your sweet pussy for a bit longer. Damn, your fucked out face is getting me riled up again. You’re tired? Nah, you can handle one more round. Remember, you owe me”, he affirms as his thrusts start to speed up again.
This is gonna be a long night.
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Obey Me Brothers eating you out
(hc's/drabble?)
Note : demon tongue hc's and their demon forms r used!
Warnings : [GN!reader], eating out, monster tongue, NSFW so minors dni, alot of cum, overstimming, edging, brat taming (Lucifer), spanking (mammon), toys (asmo), bondage (satan).
Lucifer
His tongue would be long and the end would have a sharp shape (basically not dull flat)
He loves to shove his tongue while kissing you basically deep in your throat and he pulls away just to look at your sloppy drool-covered face
Lucifer will edge you if you're a brat to him but definitely reward you by making you overstimulated
Likes to tease until you BEG for him to put his tongue in or give you more friction
If you're feeling bratty or just want some rough sex just annoy the shit outta him or disobeying him (gl tho)
"You're acting like this on purpose aren't you?" He spoke while his fingers graze over your hole, licking it up but not giving you the satisfaction of putting it in. "If you want it so bad then..beg for it." If you did beg enough for him to put it in then be ready cause he's gonna be there until you can't even talk and your hole is bruised and puffy as his long thick monstrous tongue fucks your needy hole.
Mammon
I like to think that his tongue is almost similar to a human tongue but just longer with a piercing on the edge
Cause he's the avatar of Greed, dont be suprised that he's always greedy for your cum and wants to make a mess out of you
Gripping your thighs while he's working his way making you cum again and again
His tongue piercing makes it better cause it always rub and hits the spot that made you see stars
Chatty and dirty talks you while he's deep in, the vibration makes you go nuts (he does this on purpose 🤝)
Spanks you lightly for fun
"haah.. c'mon cum for me and me only~" his words slurred as his tongue is fully inside you and fingers are squishing and kneading your soft plushy cheeks "yeah? One more time, cum on me.. yours truly will make you feel good once more". He said again, pulling his tongue out just to bite your thighs before shoving back in and shoves his tongue in and out faster while stroking himself, cumming all over his thigh and pants staining it. Spanks your thigh multiple times before going again.
Leviathan
I think his tongue would be longer than Lucifer's and would be bright blue, definitely thicker aswell
He's so shy to do it but will obey your commands
If you guide him, he'd be determined to make you feel good and practice to make you scream and cry just from his tongue
Would grind on a pillow or something so the both of you feel good while moaning your name
Levi would try stucking his tongue so deep but is scared it'll hurt you even though silently he wants to so bad
"hmmff.. this- good..?" Leviathan said in between him slurping you, his long tongue drills itself into you without mercy, one hand on your chest while the other one is pumping his own cock wanting to catch his orgasm "close, I'm- ah shit.. close!" He said as he came all over the sheets trying to come back from the high orgasm while licking the edge of your hole. "Taste.. so good~" his face was tinted with slightly red looking away from you "again?"
Satan
Sharp tongue but not sharp enough to cut or hurt you
But slight rough on the edges compliments his sharp fangs aswell
Angry sex will occur now and then so yay to you if you like it rough
Will tie your legs onto the edge of the bed/sofa so that you're spread wide giving him alot of access
If he's angry about something or someone (lucifer 💀) he'd go longer until his anger is satiated
"mhh, fuck! Could you believe that fucker did that? Mhhh.." Satan yanks your thigh while he spoke before spitting onto your hole and dives in. "Be good for me and sit here for awhile yeah? I'm sure you can take at least.. two hours~" he laughs and slid his rough tongue inside, going slowly so he doesn't hurt you because no matter how mad he is at anything theres no chance he'd hurt you. "Mmmh" Satan starts to move his tongue in and out faster while his other hand is playing with you, flicking and pinching it lightly. Stops when he knows you're about to cum "not yet. be patient."
Asmodeus
I think asmo has multiple tongues (like tentacle-ish almost)
Asmo will beg you to experiment with his tongue, maybe he shoves his tongue in you while he abuses you with a vibrator or your tip/clit
Will do this for hours until he's satisfied
Uses multiple toys on you
"please let me use it!" He begged as he holds a vibrator in his hand while still in between your legs. Asmo started to turn on the vibration and slightly pushing it in your hole before licking the rim "see~? Feels good doesn't it" he took it out making you whine at the loss of action, before you could even complain he shoves his big tentacle-like tongues in you. It hurt, of course it did there were multiple of them. "Hehe~! I'm sure it doesn't hurt that bad..!"
Beelzebub
Just his tongue can make you cum multiple time ughh
His tongue has a little edge sticking out, like satan's sharp edges but they're dull and squishy
The texture is like any normal tongue but big and thick whike sort of flat and not sharp at all
He'll eat you out until he's full (which is never) or when it's in the middle of the night and he's hungry
"m'still hungry..let me eat more.." he said while you're already extremely overstimulated from cumming countless of times from his tongue, he doesn't even need to use his fingers. "Tasty...so..hungry..." Beel spoke while shaking his head sideways on your hole just to make your wetness splash everywhere, his face and his neck covered in juices and spit. He could go til the sun rises again and he would still be hungry and wanting more of you "look how red and puffy it became..mmmhh" if you tried to push his head off from your already bruised hole he'd force your legs to lock his head and shoves his tongue in again.
Belphegor
This is just what i imagine but i think his tongue would be..dry because he sleeps most of the times not getting enough water
Probably has a beige sort of color to it, and isn't really as big as his twin but enough to pleasure you
He'd insist on you sitting on his face because that way he can lay down while eating you out
Lazy smexy time? Hell yea
"press more.. i can take it" he says while trying to make you sit on his face even harder, silently he wants you to use his face like nothing but a toy for yourself and you only. He lazily shoves his tongue making you grind on it yourself in a teasing manner "if you want it so bad..then hurry" belphie smirks under you while licking and lapping your juices up.
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Mine, All Mine (Mammon x Reader NSFW Oneshot
Mine, All Mine (Mammon x fem!Reader)
The rain chases you and Mammon out of the park and keeps his brothers away from the vacation house. How, oh how, will you two fill the time?
*inspired by the Staying Home Together Devilgram story*
Tags: Horny Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Blushing Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Greedy Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mammon is a thigh man?, Mutual Pining, Idiots Being Idiots, Vaginal Fingering, Marking, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Sex, Spit Kink, Unsafe Sex, No Spoilers
Read here or on AO3.
The rain is relentless, overtaking the small, grassy park suddenly and before either you or Mammon realize it. You, mesmerized by him—by messy white hair and navy-blue eyes tinged with gold, by the timbre of his voice, by the way he grins at you while he talks. Mammon, utterly distracted by the hem of your skirt that keeps inching higher and higher up your thighs, by the way your breasts are nearly spilling out the top of that cute little sundress you’re wearing, by the way you watch him and smile, all syrupy sweet—entirely too busy noticing you to notice the dark clouds gathering overhead.
One minute, you’re lounging on your stomach, propped up on your elbows, ankles crossed in the air behind you. The next, you’re up on your feet, running hand-in-hand with Mammon, while he drags you, laughing and shrieking, back to the house.
By the time you make it back to the vacation house and he pulls you under the cover of the porch, you’re both completely soaked. You can’t help but notice the way his tank clings to his torso, the way droplets of water roll down his chest and the bare skin of his arms; and he can’t help but notice the way your dress has gone nearly see-through, how he can just make out the outline of your bra, your panties.
He holds you, warm hands wrapped around the tops of your arms.
You’re both panting, staring at each other. The air between you electric.
“We should probably head in,” he says, eyes flicking down to your lips so quickly you think you must have imagined it.
“Yeah,” you whisper back, nodding meekly, cheeks flushed such a pretty pink. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”
You both retreat inside, but his fingers linger on your skin, on the small of your back, brushing your elbow, your waist—he can’t help himself—he wants to touch you. You shiver when he does, goosebumps crawling across your arms.
You must be cold, he thinks. Maybe he can help. Maybe he can warm you up—
“You, uh,” he clears his throat and pulls his hand away from you. “You can go ahead and take a shower first, if ya want.”
“O-okay, sure,” you nod and scurry off to your room. He’s not even next to you, not even touching you anymore, but you’re still so damn flustered. You stoop down, pick out clothes at random, grabbing a shirt, some shorts, and underwear from your half-unpacked suitcase sitting on the floor. You pause a moment in front of the door, beg your heart to quiet down, and take a big, deep breath.
You edge open your door and slip out into the living room, looking up at him as you do. You can’t help it—he’s right there—and your breath sticks in your throat. Not because he’s lounging on the couch, one finely muscled arm draped over the back; not because his long legs are stretched out so casually, so confidently; not even because he’s ditched his shirt and you no longer have to imagine what he looks like underneath it.
Your breath catches in your throat because he’s staring at you, and his eyes are burning.
You rip your gaze away from him, squeeze your clothes tighter against your chest and flee into the bathroom, pulse thudding behind your ears.
What the fuck did that mean?
He’s wondering the exact same fucking thing. Wondering why, as soon as you made eye contact with him, you ran away. Wondering why you looked at him like that, with eyes so big and wide. He’s sitting there wondering if you really were pressing your thighs together or if he was just imagining it.
“Fuck,” he mutters, palming himself through his sweats.
He hears the shower turn on, can’t help but imagine you peeling off your dress, your bra, your panties—sits there wishing he was the one doing it. His head falls back against the plush cushions of the couch, and he lets his eyes slip closed. He wonders what you look like under that flimsy little dress, wonders what your tits would feel like in his hands, wonders what kind of noises you would make if he pinched your nipples, if he bit your neck, your lip, your thighs.
Fuck, he loves your thighs.
He wonders if you like it soft or rough, wonders if you’d want him to kiss you while he fucks you slow or if you’d want him to bend you in half and make you take it, make you beg for more while you cry because it’s too much and not enough all at the same time. Fuck, he’d do anything—everything—you want if you’d just let him listen to you—
The bathroom door opens, and he yanks a pillow over his crotch, sitting up straighter and clearing his throat.
“Th-that was fast,” he stammers, chokes on the words. “Didn’t have to rush, ya know.”
“I know,” you say, towel drying your hair, smiling shyly. He feels his throat go dry. Your hair falls down around your face, your shoulders in wet waves, several shades darker than when it’s dry. He wants to run his fingers through it, wants to know what kind of shampoo you use and what you smell like.
“But, uh, I figured you’d want to shower soon too,” you continue.
“Sure,” he nods, but makes no move to stand. Can’t. Not when you’re wearing a loose-fitting t-shirt so big it could be his, one that covers you ass and makes it look like you’ve got nothing on underneath, one that lets him see your nipples beneath the fabric.
“Well, uh,” you say, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “I’m gonna go lay down in my room for a bit, if you wanna hang out some more after your shower...”
He nods again. Clears his throat again. Tries to laugh but it sounds so strained. “Sure, sounds good.”
He watches you walk away, watches as you glance back at him with something indescribable, something indecipherable, in your eyes and smile at him—so fucking sweet—before sliding into your room.
Your door closes behind you, and he nearly groans.
You can’t fucking look at him like that and expect him not to—
Fuck, he shakes his head, cuts that train of thought off right there before he actually starts jerking off on the living room couch and throws the pillow back down onto the couch. He stands, achingly hard, and curses under his breath.
You hear the shower turn on, and you roll over in your bed, thighs squeezed together, an incessant throbbing between your legs. You groan into your hands, cheeks warm, thoroughly, horribly embarrassed.
If you wanna come hang out some more? You wanted to take the words back as soon as you said them, had no idea what to make of his eyes widening, his eyebrows shooting up.
You force your eyes shut, try to ignore the embarrassment, the unmistakable wetness between your legs. Maybe a nap will do you good. Maybe it will let you just forget every confusing thing that had happened in the last hour. Maybe, if you keep your eyes closed long enough, the ache between your legs, the urge to touch yourself, will go away on its own. Maybe, you’ll stop imagining what the rest of him looks like naked. Maybe you’ll stop wondering if the rest of him is as warm as his hands are, what he would feel like pressed against you, pressed inside you.
Maybe you should have taken a colder fucking shower.
There’s a knock at your door, one that has you jolting upright.
“C-come in,” you stammer, pulling your blankets up around your chest.
Mammon opens the door, towel draped around his shoulders, hair still dripping, clad in a clean black shirt and a new pair of sweats. He walks in, all bravado and swagger, and plops down next to you on the bed. “Wanna watch some Deviltube?”
“Sure,” you smile back and start to settle in, to lean your head against his shoulder and loop your arm through his. Then you change your mind. Heart pounding, you scoot back and lay down, head in his lap.
“I-Is this okay?” you ask, looking up at him through your lashes.
“Y-yeah, ‘course,” he manages to stammer, staring down at you.
He holds his D.D.D with one hand, angled so you both can see, clicking on something random, something to distract from the thudding in his chest. You relax, snuggle up against him, one hand resting on his thigh. He thinks he might die right there.
But he wants more. Wants to touch you more.
He doesn’t know what to do with his arms, doesn’t know if it’s okay to wrap one around you while he keeps the phone steady with the other. So he moves slowly. Starts off with his arm behind you, fingers dangerously close to your ass, then next to you, toying with the fabric of your shirt, then on your waist, fingers just barely touching your stomach.
You don’t say anything, don’t protest his touch, so he gets a little braver, a little bolder and starts playing with your hair, combing his fingers through it while your eyes flutter shut. Without realizing it, you start to drift off, lulled to sleep by the warmth of his voice, of his touch, of him.
He glances down at you, feels his dick twitch in his sweats because you’re so fucking close to it right now. He wonders what you would do if you knew how hard he is, wonders if you would scream at him and call him a pervert and kick him out of your room or if you would roll over, play with the waistband of his pants, and suck him off.
More.
His head thunks back against the wall, and he imagines what it would feel like with your lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him deeper into the warmth of your pretty little mouth, choking on it when he gets a little too excited, pushes just a little too deep, holds you down just a little too long.
Dammit, he’s gotta move you before he loses it.
“Hey,” he jostles you. “Wake up. You’re droolin’ on my leg.”
“Nn… What?” you stir, then seem to realize you’d fallen asleep, pushing up onto your hands, legs still curled up underneath you. “N-no I wasn’t…” you wipe at your mouth.
“Was I?” your cheeks flush scarlet, and he laughs, cock jumping at the bewildered look on your face, the way your mouth is parted just slightly, the way he can see the pink of your tongue.
“Yeah. Yeah, ya were,” he teases, leaning closer, just a little, feeling a cocky, a little drunk on your touch when he drags his thumb across your lower lip, pretending to wipe the spit away. “Should’ve taken a picture of ya.”
Your reaction is so much better than he was hoping for. You stare at him, eyes half-lidded, breaths coming out in short little pants. “’m sorry, Mammon,” you murmur, tongue wetting your bottom lip.
He glances out the window, then back at you, at your lips. “Still coming down outside,” he says, strokes your cheek and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers trail hot and soft down your neck, and his thumb traces the hollow of your throat. “Guess we’re outta luck, huh?”
“Mm-hmm,” you breathe, leaning into his touch.
“Guess it’s not gonna end anytime soon,” he muses, so close now you can almost taste him, so close all you can focus on is the molten gold of his eyes. When did he get that close? “Everyone else’ll probably be out for a while…”
“Probably,” you whisper, eyes fluttering shut.
“Just you and me then,” he says, lips brushing across yours with each word he speaks, a ghost of a kiss. One that leaves you wanting—needing—more. “I like being alone with you.”
You nod, barely bite back a strangled whimper.
He grins, you can feel it, the curl of his lips and drags his finger across your jaw, tilting your face up. “Can I kiss you?”
“Please—”
He cuts you off before you can finish, crushing his lips to yours in a searing kiss. Your mouth opens form him automatically, and he groans deep in his throat as your tongues intertwine, as he tastes you, just as sweet as he imagined. He nips with his teeth, teases with his tongue, groping and squeezing everything he can reach—digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs, your ass, cupping your tits, pinching your nipples. He can’t get enough.
You’re just as greedy. Running your hands over his shoulders, dragging your fingernails across his skin, tangling your fingers in his hair, playing with the waistband of his sweats while he kisses you senseless.
“No one’s here to fuckin’ barge in today, huh?” he says between feverish kisses, voice low, husky. “Means your all mine.”
You whimper into his mouth, nod weakly and wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you onto his lap, as he grabs your hips and grinds you down against his length, so hot and hard, all yours.
He moans, a strangled sound, yanking at the fabric of your shirt, your shorts and panties. “Take this shit off.”
You pull your shirt up and over your head and his lips find you neck, sucking dark bruises into the column of your throat as he unhooks your bra, as he rolls your nipples between his fingers while you shimmy out of your bottoms.
“M-Mammon,” you whine.
“Hold on,” he laughs breathily, sliding one finger up and down your slit before sinking it deep into your heat. Before adding another. “I’ll give ya more. I'll give you whatever ya want.”
You grind down on his hand, throw your head back when he scissors his fingers inside you, when he presses against that spot that has you keening.
“C’mon, baby,” he groans, rubbing the pad of his thumb against your bundle of nerves, grinning when your hips jerk and your head falls against his shoulder. “Ride my fucking hand. Ya like that? Ya like my fingers inside you?”
You nod, whimpers and pleas spilling out of your mouth as searing pleasure gathers in your core, tightening, going white-hot. He speeds up his pace, crooks his fingers just right, and bites down on the tender junction between neck and shoulder, sinks his teeth so deep you know it’s gonna bruise—know his brothers are gonna see it as soon as they get back—
And that has you cumming all over his fingers.
You collapse forward, going limp in his arms as he slides out of you, fingers wet and sticky with your arousal, your cum.
“So fuckin’ messy,” he murmurs, sounding nearly as out of breath as you are. You look up at him, eyes half-lidded and so fucking pleasure drunk. He holds his fingers in front of your mouth, pushes them against your lips. “Clean ‘em.”
You open your mouth, wrap your lips around his fingers and lave your tongue along the bottom, swirl it around the tips, moaning at the taste of his skin, the taste of you.
His eyes darken, pupils blown wide open, and he pushes deeper and deeper until you gag on them. He does it again. And again, until your eyes roll back and you grab his wrist. Then he slides his fingers out of your mouth, marvels at the thick line of spit that trails from your lips.
He pushes you backwards, lays you flat on your back and pulls his sweats down to his knees, freeing his cock, flushed, hard, and leaking pre-cum. He taps the blunt heat of it against your clit, drinking in the way you jolt and gasp, hands braced on his biceps, fingernails digging into his skin. The way you grind against him, rolling your hips. The way you beg him please.
“Fuckin’ hell,” his words are tight, strangled. He lines the tip of his cock up with your entrance, pushing slowly, gently, until just the head dips into your wet heat. “I can’t ever say no to ya, ya know that?”
You nod, whine as he grabs both your hips and pushes in deeper, filling you so delightfully full, until his hips are flush with yours and you wrap your legs around his waist.
“F—ffuck,” he gasps out, fucking you soft and slow. “Feel good, baby? Ya like the feel of my cock inside ya?”
“Ye-yes,” you pull him down, press your mouth to his in a sloppy kiss “M-more, please, Mammon, more.”
He tightens his grip on your hip, grabs one of your knees and pins it to the bed, thrusting into you harder, faster, fucking you absolutely breathless. Panting, he lets go of your hip and shoves his fingers into your mouth again.
“Open,” he bites out, fingers pressing down into your tongue. “Lemme spit in your mouth.”
You do, mouth lolling open, going slack, whimpering as he stills inside you, as he gathers the spit in his mouth and dribbles it on your tongue, as it rolls past his fingers and into the back of your throat.
“Swallow,” he tells you—begs you.
Your lips close around his fingers, and you swallow.
He starts moving again. "Good. Fucking. Girl." He growls, pulling all the way out and slamming back in with each word.
“You feel so good, baby,” he pants, shifts his hips and drives into that spot that has you creaming around his cock, whining and mewling and gasping for more, more, more. “So fuckin’ pretty like this. Split open on my cock. Greedy little hole’s just swallowin’ me up, fuck.”
He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, swiping them across your clit, swirling it around and around, nearly loosing it when you clamp down around him. “So fuckin’ needy.” He grunts, slamming into you, pressing down harder on your clit, moving his hand faster, driving you closer and closer to the edge until—
“Cum for me, baby. Make a fuckin' mess on my cock.”
—the coil inside you snaps in two. He fucks you through your peak, thrusting into you hard and sloppy, hips as stuttering as he chases after you, as he pumps you full of thick, hot cum.
He stills, keeps his cock buried inside you while he struggles to catch his breath. He leans down, presses his forehead to yours, cups your face and kisses you. “So good for me,” he breathes, kisses your nose, your cheeks, your closed eyes, your lips again. “And all mine.”
And to Mammon, that means almost as much as I love you.
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THIS IS AN MLM BLOG. WOMEN PLS DNI.
“Eyes on the mirror, puppy.”
Dom!Lucifer x shy m!reader
CW: NSFW, amab reader, praise, use of “puppy”, katoptronophilia, begging, handjob recieving, collaring, spit as lube
a/n: omg i wrote this at 2 in the morning
You hated eye contact, but since you started dating the one and only Lucifer, he’d force eye contact almost all the time! Not only that, but when he would openly praise you in public, you could feel your cheeks burn.
Now this wasn’t your first time having intimacy with Lucifer, but this seemed a bit…erotic.
It started with you coming into his room to visit, setting some coffee on his desk with a small smile. He’d been working on things for quite a bit and you figured he deserved a break.
“Ah, thank you.” Lucifer said, taking a sip of the bitter tasting coffee—too bitter for your taste anyway. “You’re welcome,” you smiled. “You should take a break.” Lucifer set down the cup and turned his head towards you, his eyebrows raised.
“Oh?”
Such a simple word, yet it had such an effect…You cleared your throat and looked to the side for a split second before locking eyes with him. You mumbled awkwardly, “Well, you’ve been…um, in here for a while so..y’know.” He listened and nodded, standing up from his chair and now at his full height. You had to tilt your head up to see his face and it was a bit embarrassing to say the least. Lucifer’s hand met with your chin and he bent down a bit to give you a tender kiss. His lips were as soft as ever and you closed your eyes happily. He pulled away and brought you closer, your bodies touching one another. Your cheeks tinted red and you looked down at the floor. This didn’t go unnoticed by him and he gently brought your head up more. “Look at me, c’mon. We really need to work on that eye contact.” Lucifer teased. Your eyes darted back and forth from random things in the room and him before you hummed in agreement. His other hand went to yours and his fingers interlocked with yours.
He said smoothly, “I think we should work on that now, don’t you?” You tilted your head in slight confusion before he gave you a command. “Sit down.”
“Huh?” You questioned, “Like…in front of you?”
Lucifer nodded, smirking as you slowly kneeled before fully sitting on your knees. “Now look at me.” It took you a few moments before you actually did it, your eyes setting onto his. “That’s it, good puppy.” He praised and patted your head, to which your face flushed red. Chuckling, he told you to stay right there as he shuffled through his closet before pulling out a silver lined mirror. It looked pretty refined and you admired the design while he placed it in front of you. “What’s this for?”
“You’ll see.” said Lucifer. He positioned himself behind you and you watched him in the mirror. his hands reached to your neck and a black collar was locked around your neck. Your head snapped back to Lucifer, but he moved your head to face the mirror again. The collar was like that of a dogs, except it had a small lock in the middle. “U-umm..Lucifer?” Your voice trembled slightly as you spoke. “Just keep your eyes on the mirror my love.”
You said nothing and looked at him in the mirror, he seemed to be enjoying himself already. “Good boy..so obedient aren’t you?” He said, admiring how your face went red. His hands went under your shirt and you felt his cold fingers circle on your nipples. You flinched a little at his actions, but the sensitive buds hardened under his touch. Lucifer pinched one of them and your breath hitched while your eyes closed. He licked the shell of your ear and whispered in it, “What did i say, puppy? Eyes on the mirror.” Again, your eyes slowly opened and your gazed fixed on the mirror. Your breathing went shallow and you felt your cock start hardening against your pants. A small whine of both embarrassment and pleasure left your lips. His fingers left your sensitive nipples and trailed down, stopping at the zipper of your pants. “May I?” he asked, you nodded in consent. Lucifer whispered in your ear again while looking at you in the mirror. “Mm-mm. Use your words.”
You cursed in your head and muttered aloud, “I want it, please.” Your eyes flickered away from the mirror for a second before you remembered you weren’t allowed to do that. “Atta boy.”
His fingers fumbled with your zipper before getting it undone, also unbuttoning them. His hand reached to take out your half-hard cock, and then pryed open your mouth, deciding to use your saliva as lube for now. Lucifer’s hand went at a slow pace as he stroked it to a full erection. Your head fell back slightly in pleasure as you let out a shaky breath, then focusing your gaze back in the mirror. Your shaft now glistened with precum, the collar’s lock shining in the light and Lucifer’s smirk. He nibbled your earlobe, “It seems your enjoying this yes? I didn’t know my sweet boy would be a bit of a pervert..” He teased. To your mortification, his teasing comment only made you more needy. His hand moved now at a faster pace and you began to softly moan. You wanted to cover your mouth, but you knew he wouldn’t allow that. So like the obedient puppy you were, you kept your hands at your sides slightly clenched. “Ah—fuck..” you moaned, biting your lip. Lucifer started to whisper into your ear, his thumb rubbing your tip. “I have more ideas…this is just the beginning.” He started, “I wanna see your eyes roll back…your hands tied up. I want everybody to know how good I’m making you feel.”
Your legs began to shake a little, your ears tinting a pink color. His hand stroked your cock faster as he whispered these things into your ear, making you visualize everything he wanted to do to you.
“I’m going to tug you on a leash, you’d like that wouldn’t you? How about I make you call me master..”
Your eyes glaze over, looking at the way he plays with you in the mirror. Those small whines of yours began to gradually get louder, your body being forced in place by Lucifer’s to keep you from squirming. He noticed you trying to keep still. “Are you close, puppy? Let it out, sweetheart…”
With another change of pace, and the pressing of his thumb, you came hard. He stroked you throughout your high. This time, he said nothing as your eyes fluttered shut. However when you opened them, you saw him licking his fingers clean.
“How about we get started with the other things I mentioned, yes?”
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too many fics about mc crying bc the obey me characters' cocks are so big not enough fics of the obey me characters crying bc their human body is so snug and tight and they just can't take it having to go so slow
mhm can't you just picture mammon near tears because god you're so warm, the way your pussy feel like it was made for him with every slow thrust. He wouldn't be able to pick up a rougher pace, too immediately drunk on the way you feel around him and far too afraid it would end too quickly.
Not to mention the noises you make, absolutely filthy moans of his name mixing with the slick noises of your cunt drawing him back in, as if you're refusing to let him go until he's spilled everything he could possibly give to you. It goes to his head, making his chest tighten and his field of vision is completely eclipsed by you: the way you look with your eyes screwed shut, the high pitch of your little whimpers as the head of his cock finds that spot that makes your thigh muscles twitch, the way you thred your fingers with his so tightly.
Any facade is stripped away when you've got your legs hooked around his hips, begging for more, pleading for him not to stop. If he could have his way, you'd stay like this forever. Ragged breaths puff past his lips, tear ducts stinging as you clench around him.
older brothers hcs based off this <3
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[NSFW] Obey Me - MC begs him to fill them up
I’m sorrrrrryyy I’m really not I had to do this
m.list
TW: unprotected sex, creampie, swearing
Characters: demon bros
Writer: ahegato
note: basically, it’s the first time MC and him are having sex without protection (it’s of course assumed that both are safe in this case), and at the end, MC asks him to finish inside of them. I can't possibly be the only one into this kinda thing, so here y'all go!
LUCIFER:
“hm?”
he stops and pretends he didn’t hear you, just to make you say it again
as much as his animalistic urges tell him to immediately do it - to physically claim you as his - he also can’t just immediately give in
so he makes you beg even more for it
all while he has a smirk on his lips
you whine as you repeat it again
“really now?”
he stares you down, watching you wiggle to get some friction, as he’s still not moving
“yes... please, Lucifer...”
the demon chuckles, gently palming your face with his hand
then he suddenly begins to roughly thrust into you again, leaving you starstruck, eyes rolling up into your skull as you mumble his name
on his very last thrust before reaching his orgasm, he whispers “you’re mine” in your ear, sending you over the edge as well
I wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted to stay inside you for a while
during that time, he’s very affectionate and sweet, more than he usually is, basically drowning you in compliments and kisses
MAMMON:
starts to moan. like a lot
I mean he already was but it definitely got louder and more frequent
like imagine pornstar kind of moans
loud enough to possibly wake up Belphegor in the attic
his trembling knees nearly give in underneath him
he leans down until your noses are almost touching, whispering “i love you” over and over again between his moans
moans your name really loudly when he bottoms out in you, eyes rolling up into his skull as he fills you up
his arms are tightly wrapped around you, and he refuses to move his face currently buried in your neck
you rake your fingers through his hair as you ask him what he’s doing, and that’s when he lets out a sniffle
“i just love you so much” he cries, streams of happy tears running down his face
(post nut crying is surprisingly wholesome and it’s so fucking cute don’t @ me)
LEVIATHAN:
cums on the spot, letting out a whimper as he does so
mumbles incoherent words as he rides through his high
after finally calming down, he just kind of froze
you’re not sure if it’s because he realized what you asked for or because he accidentally finished without you
when it’s been about 10 seconds of complete silence, you start to genuinely get concerned
you’re about to ask if he’s okay when he bursts into a ramble where he profusely apologized, his face red as a tomato
won't look you in the eyes, burying his face into your chest
you try to reassure him that it’s okay and that you understand
…coyly adding that you’re just happy that you got what you wanted *wink wink*
he stares at you, his cheeks basically on fire at this point
guess who’s hard again 😏
SATAN:
slows his movement down
“oh? what was that? did my kitten just ask me to fill them up?”
you quickly nod, to which he leans down, feeling your shaky breath against his face
“who am I to refuse what you so desperately want?”
to which he speeds up again, rutting against you harder and faster, but also taking one of his hands down to stimulate you as well
as much as he desperately wants to release, he wants you to do so as well
won’t let himself finish until you’ve done it first
once you were pushed over the edge he couldn’t hold it back anymore, with your walls clenching around him, and he slams into you one last time before finally releasing
he will keep you in place until you’ve taken every single drop of him
ASMODEUS:
“mmm, of course. anything for you, my darling~”
I think he’d prefer the moment to be slow and deep rather than fast and hard, which usually isn’t the case
but you’re special to him, you’ve touched his heart in a way that no one else ever has
and he wants to show that through his actions
he wants to show that this is not him being the avatar of lust, this is him being absolutely infatuated by you
definitely holding at least one of your hands, the other most likely resting on one side of your face
he wants... no. he needs to see you
"look at me, sweetheart"
like Satan, he starts to touch you to bring you closer to the edge
he wants to finish together with you
the hand holding yours will tighten its grip as you both reach your climax, Asmodeus leaving moans and whines behind him as he does so
lusty boi is all about aftercare, so he brings you to the bathroom to shower off all the stickiness
then he'll snuggle with you in bed until you fall asleep
BEELZEBUB:
this boi has a breeding kink
so many people have mentioned it in their headcanons, and yeah I can kinda see it being true
“really? you really want it?” he asks with a look of surprise
once you confirm it, he wastes no time in speeding up his thrusts, gripping onto you even tighter from the pleasure
“I’m about to finish... I’m going to finish deep inside of you...” he huffs in your ear, “you’re going to be so full once I’m done”
you whine in response, moving into his thrusts to speed it up
with a deep guttural growl, he fills you up
...and I mean really fills you up
the fluid quickly starts to seep out of you, even while he’s still inside
that’s how much we’re talking about here
he’ll probably change the position so you can snuggle, but he’ll stay inside for as long as you’ll let him
it might even lead to him getting hard again tbh
BELPHEGOR:
at first he doesn’t see it as a super big deal
like it’s definitely an exciting thing, but he’s not crazy about it like some of the others are
he’s still pretty pleased though
because that means there’ll be less for him to clean up
because it’s such a close and intimate thing
“you want it inside?” he whispers softly, and you quickly nod
speeding up his movements, he feels himself get close
he wasn’t prepared for it to feel this good, and he ends up being way louder than he thought
you guys are usually rather quiet, or at least he is
he's practically whining and moaning like a pornstar
it doesn’t take much more for him to get over the edge
“ah fuck MC, ” he moaned as he connected his hips with yours a few more times, letting out spurts of his cum as he did so
his orgasm lasts for way longer than usual, all he can do is let out a few whimpers from the sensation, gripping you tightly
someone definitely heard him
✦ written 06/2023 - 11/2023 ✦ posted 28/11/2023 ✦ ahegato ✦
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under where?
content + warnings: nsfw, x fem!reader, flashing, discussions of oral
prompt: "Imagine sitting across from the brothers and nonchalantly spreading your legs to reveal no underwear under your skirt. Just IMAGINE their reactions…" (via: @shywritersblog)
there's a tension in the air, a mixture of seven different reactions to the same action. seven demons who knew their master had such a commanding presence, had fallen victim to "stay" time and time again-- yet here you are, bringing all of them to their knees without uttering a single word.
lucifer pales when your legs spread. a low, possessive growl threatens to rock his chest, but he swallows hard and averts his gaze. you can see his cheeks flush a little. he meets your gaze-- he's very determined to show you he doesn't see you as a piece of meat-- and opens his mouth to scold you for such vulgar behavior. but there's this heat in your gaze, almost inviting as your eyes smolder with want. his mouth closes. he takes another look between your spread legs. fuck. you're so wet it's obscene. were you really that needy, working yourself up like that over there? he can only imagine what's running through your head, what depraved thoughts linger beneath that cheshire smile. no matter. just say the word and he's whisk you away to his room, alone, ready to please his master until dawn breaks through the darkened skies.
mammon whines, the sound loud and uninhibited, his cheeks engulfing in flames-- yet he can't bring himself to be ashamed. it takes everything in him not to pounce on you. he wants to yell, too. why? why're you so comfortable spreading your legs like that in front of all his brothers, huh?! don't you know the kind of filthy thoughts running through their heads?! the conflicting feelings make his stomach flutter. he wants to close your legs, guarding your entrance like a dragon to its hoard, greedy to keep its greatest treasure private. but he also wants to fall to his knees in front of you. to wait for your permission before burying his face in your cunt, fucking you on his tongue in front of everyone. he's getting impatient now that the thought's entered his mind-- so can you please stop looking at him like that and let him touch you already, before he loses whatever mind he has left?
leviathan can feel his shame rush to his face, burning heat pooling at the back of his neck. it's embarassing how quickly his pants grow tight and cumbersome. this-- this is too much for him. he needs to hide away, now, burrowing into a fort of blankets in his bathtub until a century or two passes and he's sure everyone's forgotten about this moment in time. but he can't. because you're staring at him. your eyes crawl up his body, lingering on his shifty feet, his quivering hands, his tented pants-- your gaze makes his head spin. he's going to pass out if you keep watching him like that. you wet your lips briefly, eyes darting to meet his before your gaze falls between his legs again, and he swears to every authority in every realm that he can feel his cock throb in need. please say something, do something. either let him retreat to lick his wounds or ride him until he's a puddle of drool and slick underneath you.
satan's cheeks flush, but he keeps his gaze steady as he thoroughly observes your sopping wet cunt. he wants to think of something clever or witty to say, but his mouth is so dry and his brain is so fuzzy-- do you know what you do to him? he's aware that you're teasing him. it's frustrating. all these eyes on you, and yet you're only looking at him. like a cat that got the cream, you're smirking, lounging in your chair like he can't see the slick gathering around your entrance. it would be so easy for his finger to slip inside you, finger fucking you senseless until you're so sensitive you writhe and dig your nails into the arms of that chair. but that would be too easy, wouldn't it? no, you're teasing the avatar of wrath. while patience is not his favorite virtue, it will be the one he has tonight-- because the moment you're finally underneath him, he's going to toy with you as much as he wants, prowl around your exposed body until he decides to pounce. after all, you're the one who wanted to play cat and mouse.
asmodeus can feel his lips curl into a grin. oh, you naughty little thing! a giggle escapes his lips as he watches you with rapt attention. oh, that slippery little cunt of yours is so cute! would you mind if he got a closer look? he wants to bask in this moment. you're biting your bottom lip and grinning right back at him, and it takes everything in him not to break the tension by letting honey filth spew from his lustful lips. sure, there's a lot he could say, but don't actions speak louder than words? in that case, he wouldn't mind running his tongue along that pretty clit of yours to taste your slick himself. he can't think of a better way to express his love for you than to ravish you as thoroughly as the tried and true avatar of lust can. the room is delightfully hot and intense, making his head spin as surges of lust bounce off the walls. oh, darling, the anticipation is killing him-- won't you just share all the dirty thoughts caught in that pretty little head of yours?
beelzebub suddenly feels like he shouldn't be here. he notices the change in the air before he notices your legs spread, ever perceptive to the emotions of his loved ones. and all of those feelings lead him to you-- specifically, that wet spot between your legs that's got everyone so riled all of a sudden. it makes him nervous. at first, he worries you've exposed yourself on accident. he looks away as his cheeks turn pink, ashamed of how quickly his mind begins to wander. but then he hears you shuffling-- so naturally, he looks back at you-- to find you pulling your skirt up further, bunching it around your thighs to give everyone a clearer view. he realizes now that you want everyone to see your cunt. now he doesn't feel so bad about staring, about the groan sitting in the back of his throat. he'll never push, never question your motives or try to touch you without explicit permission, but he can't help the way his mouth waters and his erection stirs in his pants. and judging by the way you're staring at him like a five course meal, it seems you don't mind much either.
belphegor's eyes widen in shock, before a predatory grin engulfs his face. oh. you're in for it now. you've given the game away by exposing yourself as a needy whore, and it's clear from your haughty smirk that you think you've won this game. that's cute. but you're playing with demons-- manipulative, scheming, needy demons that'd do anything to bury themselves deep inside of the very hole you're so determined to tease them with. or maybe you're just teasing one particular demon. because your eyes linger on his just a bit too long to be coincidental, flitting away to the ground or a nearby wall before meeting his again. are you feeling nervous now? you should be. make no mistake-- he sees what you're doing here, and he's already thinking of ways to handle it. you're clearly getting aroused by all the attention. he wants to help, but he's just feeling so tired. you're already so prepped and eager-- maybe he should let you sink onto his cock in this very room? he's curious to see how well you can perform with an audience.
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