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cherryxblossxms · 6 months

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Bedtime Relaxation

Lucifer x reader

: ̗̀➛ A/N: I don't give nearly enough love to my Luci, and I just wanted to write him being casual and simply wanting some loving from his MC. Not proofread and a bit of a rushed ending

: ̗̀➛ Warnings: fem afab reader, fluff and smut, no protection, neck kisses and a lil biting, praise, dirty talk, fingering, creampie, a bit of breeding, cockwarming; remember to pee after sexxxx; Lucifer is a tease but there's a lot of love~

: ̗̀➛ Word count: 3382 this was going to be short what happened

It wasn't unusual for you to go to bed alone most nights. When getting into your relationship with the Avatar of Pride, you knew what a workaholic he was. Thanks in part to his troublesome brothers, there was always work and bills to be looked over. The rest was thanks to Diavolo, having to review matters concerning R.A.D. on a near constant basis as an important member of the R.A.D. student council.

Any attempts to assist him were often met with stubborn refusals, but you fought against those with tooth and nail. Sometimes you managed to help decrease his workload, easing his burden at least a little bit. But you had to be honest with yourself that, more often than not, there was some paperwork that was simply too far above your head to manage. That's why tonight, you'd gotten ready— dressed only in one of his shirts as your pajamas— and slipped into bed all by yourself once more, your lonely sigh echoing in the empty room.

You were almost comedic looking amidst the bountiful sheets as the singular figure on your lover's massive bed. You knew Lucifer would always join you eventually, when his coffee ran out and his mind refused to look at any more papers, serving to fill the bed just a bit more. In fact, Lucifer often told you he slept better ever since you started sleeping by his side, so he always made sure you two were together during the night. But you still couldn't help the loneliness in your chest, and unfortunately, your day had been an exhausting one. It wasn't long before you had to succumb to sleep without him, missing his touch and dreaming of being in his arms.

You awoke some time later to movement on the mattress. You couldn't tell how much time had passed, but given how dark it was, you'd hazard a guess it was a few hours since you fell asleep. A cold hand made its way around your waist before a hard body pressed up against you from behind, spooning you close. Without looking, you knew immediately who it was, but that didn't stop you from angling your head back, trying to catch any kind of glimpse of your lover in the darkness.

"Lucifer?" You asked, almost involuntarily.

"Yes, it's me," he replied, and took the chance to kiss you softly before settling behind you. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I wanted to finish up my work and didn't realize how late it was. You can go back to sleep."

Your body rejoiced in that, wanting to return to your slumber as soon as possible. But your mind wanted otherwise. It had been a while since you'd gotten any quality alone time with the eldest demon, and even if it was brief, any time together was better than none at all.

You shook your head despite the darkness of the room, clutching to the arm around your body.

"That's ok, I want to stay awake a little longer. I've missed you." You hated how needy you sounded when you were tired, but it was the truth.

You could feel Lucifer chuckle rather than hear it, and another kiss was pressed to the back of your neck.

"I've missed you, too, my love," he said, nuzzling against you. "Nothing is right until you are in my arms like this." His words brought heat to your face, your heart aching with so much love for your hard-working demon.

Several more kisses followed, showered against your lips, your neck, and the curve of your ear, and everything in you wanted to purr at the feeling. His arm tightened around your middle, hips bumping your butt as he got as close as possible, and sparks came to life low in your belly. You couldn't help but squirm against him, his kisses and his touch always serving to rile you up in the best way, and you couldn't help but want more.

A well-placed bump of your butt into his groin made Lucifer grunt, and he retaliated with the drag of sharp canines against your skin, making you shiver. Any remaining sleepiness in you totally dissipated, replaced by the need for more. If Lucifer hadn't been holding you down, you would have turned around to get better access and deliver some kisses and bites of your own. So instead, the two of you settled for grinding and groping, your bodies heating up beneath the sheets.

Lucifer's nimble fingers quickly unbuttoned the shirt you were wearing, the pride and possessiveness within him swelling at seeing you wear his clothes— along with something else between his legs. A quick squeeze to your breast pulled a mewl out of you, and it was easy to arch up into his touch, encouraging him to continue.

With the heated, intimate atmosphere, you were quick to lose yourself in what was happening, especially as your lover's fingers squeezed and pinched at your nipples relentlessly. Having so little free time with your demon left you both needy, after all, and one thing always led to another rather quickly. But something nagged at the back of your mind, before suddenly springing forth in a tiny moment of clarity, making you gasp.

"Oh!" Lucifer's fingers stopped their movement at your exclamation. "Wait, aren't you working tomorrow? It must be so late, you need to rest."

Not that you wanted to stop, but the last thing you wanted was to be the cause of his sleep deprivation. An exasperated sigh blew across your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"No, I'm not working tomorrow. And these long nights are exactly the reason I asked to take tomorrow off." That surprised you, causing you to glance back at him. You're sure if one of Lucifer's brothers had heard that, they would be surprised too; the eldest brother never took vacation, at least not before he met you. "I've been away from you for too long, and I plan to start making it up to you, my darling."

The fingers that had been teasing your breasts began sliding down your body at a tantalizing pace, kisses decorating the back and side of your neck again as he did so. After what felt like a torturously long time, but was likely mere seconds, he reached the apex of your thighs. You hadn't even realized the way your core was throbbing, aching for his touch.

He paused for just a second at the lack of underwear, before moving onward. A single, long finger separated your folds down the middle, teasing your hole before swiping up and just barely glancing your clit. You could feel your wetness, hear it even, before he even said anything, knowing just what exactly he was feeling, and a deep, seductive hum filled your ear as he seemed to voice your thoughts.

"Hmmm, see? You're so wet for me already," he said, lips pressed to your ear now. "I've been neglecting you, clearly, not taking care of my lover's needs like I should. It's only fair that I repay you what you're owed, pleasure you to your heart's content."

His words warmed your heart, while simultaneously feeding the throbbing in your clit, desperate for more of his touch. Lucifer's work usually took priority over many things, so you hadn't expected him to think about it like this. Not that you didn't appreciate it, though.

"You haven't been neglecting me, Luci," you said. "I know how important your work is, I knew that when we got together, and you know that I support you still."

Another hum in your ear, but he stayed silent, letting you continue.

"I just want you to be able to relax a little, so you don't burn out. You haven't been neglecting me, so you don't have to take time off just to please me. Although, that means so much to me."

A beat of silence passed, and you opened your mouth to question his silence before that same long finger suddenly swiped over your clit, your slick on his finger making it glide with ease. The motion made you jolt, drawing a slight moan from your lips.

"Ahh— hey!" You protested, grabbing his arm.

He waited another moment before repeating the movement, but this time making slow, leisurely circles around the sensitive bud. Your thighs opened involuntarily, giving further access to your heat, and you couldn't help the shuddering moan you let out.

"And what if I said that me taking time off is actually for a selfish purpose?"

The words only half registered in your mind, basking in the stimulation he was giving you, and it didn't help you understand them any better.

"While it happens to be for pleasing you, I'm taking time off because I wanted to feel you beneath me all night... and all day," Lucifer teased, pleased with your reactions to his ministrations. "Instead of the sound of pen scratching on paper, I wanted to hear you moan my name until you lost your voice. And instead of feeling the cold loneliness of my study, I wanted to feel your sweet, warm little pussy squeezing my cock."

You couldn't help the groan that came out. If you could orgasm from words and voice alone, you knew that line would have done it.

"So give in to me, my love, and let me pleasure you like I've been aching for," he purred into your ear.

Your lover always knew exactly what to say, and although you were still concerned about his exhaustion and the late hour, you were beginning to lose the battle of willpower against his masterful fingers. As much as you wanted to insist that he rest, you had to admit his argument was... compelling. You finally sighed as you gave in the pleasure, relaxing against your lover as his hand continued.

"Fine," you said, reaching back to place your hand on Lucifer's cheek. "Give it all to me."

Lucifer didn't waste a second before plunging two of his fingers into you, sufficiently slick from your arousal. The heel of his hand ground against your clit simultaneously, and the pressure was heavenly. He set a good rhythm, mind-meltingly good, making you whimper from the pleasure, and a sharp cry was drawn out as he found and attacked the most sensitive spot along your walls. A moment later, a third finger slid in, working on opening you up, and you couldn't resist rocking your hips against him in response. Your hip ached from holding your leg up for him, but you couldn’t be bothered to care until you got your orgasm.

You could feel your climax building already, the lack of touch from his long working nights making you extra sensitive to it now. And your lover had all of you memorized, every moan and tremble, every little spot that made you cry his name and gush arousal.

"My sweetheart is getting so tight for me, you're already going to cum?" Lucifer asked, as if he didn't already know the answer. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

You just whined in response, pushing your butt back into him, feeling his clothed erection straining behind you.

Lucifer huffed, keeping up his pace. "Look at you, you can't even answer me. I can feel how close you are, though, how badly you want this."

And he was right, you were rapidly approaching the edge. The sounds of your wetness filled the quiet room, and your body felt blazing hot. You couldn't imagine what kind of mess was between your legs as he continued playing with your cunt.

Just as you could feel your pleasure begin to peak, his fingers suddenly stopped, simply stuffing your pussy instead. The orgasm he'd been working you towards instantly began to slip away, and you tried to rock your hips again, desperate to chase it. But Lucifer anticipated your move, removing his fingers all together, and the action made you want to cry.

Wasn't he just telling you about how he wanted you to cum??

Your lover shifted behind you, but you were too at a loss to think of what he was doing. It wasn't until you felt his bare, solid length between your thighs, eagerly pressing against you and getting covered in your slick, did you realize he was preparing to take you. And as expected, Lucifer began to rock his hips forward slowly, dragging his length through your folds. His heat and his size were intoxicating, and as if you weren't already a mess from his fingers, his length was doing wonders against you.

Each time he drew back, you could feel the mushroom head press towards your entrance, and you hoped he’d finally slide in and fuck you like he promised. But your hopes were dashed as he simply moved forward again, bumping your clit instead, seemingly unaware of your growing desperation. The man was teasing you, and it drove you nuts the way he knew exactly how to press your buttons.

"Luciiiiii," you whined.

Lucifer squeezed you close, chuckling low in his chest. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “It sounds like you want something.”

“Wh– Of course I want something!" You protested. "I was going to cum and you just stopped! You just said you want to please me, and now you're teasing me instead."

"I don't believe the two are mutually exclusive." This made you huff, your eyes rolling hard in your head. "Don't be mistaken, my love. I'm going to make sure you cum as much, and as hard, as possible in the next 24 hours. But a little denial helps to sweeten the deal, doesn't it?"

You hated that he was right. Orgasms with Lucifer were powerful, and it was all thanks to his devastating combination of denial then reward. Whether it was because he was a demon, or because he had potentially hundreds of years of experience, you weren't sure. All you knew was that Lucifer could play you like his favorite instrument, and make you sing like no one else possibly could. All you could do was whine softly in response, Lucifer continuing to tease his length against you at a leisurely place until you said otherwise.

Just as you were ready to explode at him, however, you finally felt his tip press to your entrance. All the teasing and prep made it easy for him to slide in, his mushroom tip popping past the first ring of muscle with ease, making you gasp softly, but he took his time pressing in, making sure you were comfortable.

“Ohhhh, fuck…”

Even with the prep, he always gave you a good stretch, and as he bottomed out, that delicious full feeling was incomparable. The mutual relief of finally feeling each other effectively silenced you both, and all you could hear for a moment was your combined heavy breaths.

That first thrust was heavenly.

He gave you a moment to get adjusted before slowly pulling out, almost all the way, then pushed forward again. The gift of long-anticipated friction drew an involuntary moan out from your lips, the first of many for the night, and it spurred your lover on to up his pace. Once Lucifer knew you were okay, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close against him as his hips started moving faster.

You reached an arm back to touch his hip, feeling the pull of his muscle as he moved, and focused on the feel of his cock pumping between your walls. You closed your eyes, reveling in your relief and your pleasure.

“Mmh, there’s my good girl. You feel so good, so warm and wet for me,” Lucifer groaned in your ear. You couldn’t help the way it made you tighten around him, drawing a grunt from him as he pushed forward, and you certainly couldn’t help the gush of arousal that came forth, either.

Suddenly, he stopped as he adjusted the angle, raising your one leg up and moving closer, seemingly trying to find the right spot before resuming his thrusting. And he’d evidently found what he was looking for as his cock seemed to reach a new depth in you, pressing against a particularly sensitive spot deep within and immediately pulling out a cry from your lips.

“Ah, there it is,” he said, and you could hear the smug tone in his voice.

Whatever it was, he was relentless as he focused his thrusts towards it. Each press of his cock hit that same spot, just a little painful but overwhelmingly pleasurable. It was like he’d pressed the off button to your nerves, rendering your limbs as spaghetti as he increased his pace once again, your legs now forced apart by his own limb to keep that deep access. The sound of the bed rocking and heavy breathing filled the air, only adding to the close, sensual atmosphere.

“Ngh, Luciiii, it’s t-too deep,” you managed to say, your words stuttered by the thrusting. But Lucifer wasn’t giving any mercy, feeling the way your pussy hugged his cock told him everything he needed to know, keeping up his pace against your body.

“I know you can take it, love. You always take me so well. Just a little bit longer, we’re almost there.” True enough, the change in angle had you rocketing towards your climax now, that familiar pressure building up in your pelvis, and you found yourself rocking your hips in time with Lucifer seeking out the end. His own pace was beginning to suffer, clearly approaching his own end too, and you wanted to hold on long enough to meet that orgasmic crash together.

Right as you thought this, however, two nimble fingers found their way between your legs once more. Before you could even think to say anything, Lucifer’s fingers found your clit, soaked and throbbing for attention, and began to rub devastating circles on the sensitive nub. Any remaining thoughts scattered at once, the attention to your clit and the rough, deep thrusts all that were occupying your mind now, your climax closer than ever. It was all you could do to hold onto him for dear life, little whispers of “yes” and “please” escaping your lips as your pleasure began to peak.

At the same time, Lucifer pressed his lips to the side of your neck, his sharp canines denting your skin and threatening to break through. “Ohhhhh yes, cum with me, love, I can feel it. I want you to milk me, I’m going to fill you up so well, fill you with every drop I have. Cum with me,” he muttered, his pleas ending in a rush of words before his climax finally hit.

As he came, Lucifer bit down on your neck, holding you still as he grunted against your skin. You could feel the sudden rush of warmth deep inside, the sign of his cum painting your walls, and between all the sensations and the thought of taking his seed, it finally made your climax crash over you too. You couldn’t help the loud moan you let out, squeezing hard on your lover’s cock and milking him exactly as requested.

You were both a mass of trembling limbs as you rode out your orgasms, Lucifer’s hips gently rocking against you and working his seed deeper even as he started to soften inside you. You squirmed as it began to overstimulate you, and he finally, blessedly, stopped his movements. Your mind wasn’t yet back together, unable to say anything in the aftermath, but your demon lover seemed much the same, simply nuzzling your skin and kissing where he’d bit you.

He leaned up a little and his lips finally met yours, kissing you softly. Ideally, you knew you should get up and clean yourself up, but that delicious climax and the warmth of Lucifer’s body were calling you back to sleep. It didn’t help that your lover’s arms were wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him like he was afraid you’d leave. As the darkness came to swallow you up, you figured, fuck it. Maybe just this once, you could indulge yourself, happy in the thought that your lover would be there to greet you tomorrow.

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jinkicake · 1 year

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Needy Touches

You get affected by the gold hellfire newt syrup ((or,,, you get affected by an aphrodisiac kekeke)).

Barbatos, Lucifer, Mammon x Reader

A/N: this came from a long line of word vomit -hence the double luci mention bc i could not figure out how i wanted to write this-.... i also tried writing a version where the reader eats enchanted pudding but i didnt finish it soooo perhaps ill post that later.... i just desperately needed barbatos smut

WC - 2.2kish

SMUT // NSFW ((reader w a pussy lol))

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Barbatos

“Barbatos,”

The loyal servant smells you before he sees you. His eyes widen as his entire body flushes with an untamable heat. Why do you smell so sweet? Within his chest, his heart thrashes against the confines of his ribs. The air becomes thick with flavor and Barbatos can barely think under these tense circumstances.

“Please, I need you,” From where you call just outside his door, Barbatos is quick to invite you inside his room. He slams the wooden door closed before pushing you up against it. His forked tail instantly wraps around both of your ankles and pins you firmly in place. The demon isn’t sure what has affected you like this but he can tell that your hormones must be getting the better of you.

You’re nearly panting under his touch and he hasn’t even done anything drastic to you yet.

“It hurts, help me please,” Your begs start to become incoherent as you focus on undressing your lover, you find your way underneath his dress shirt and nearly moan at the feeling of his abdomen under the pads of your fingers. “fuck me-”

Barbatos is a level-headed demon, not much can throw him off track. There is supposedly nothing that can throw him off track. Well, nothing except for you. This shouldn’t, and doesn’t, come as a surprise to him. Of course, a human is the thing to push the obedient demon over the edge.

He drags you across his room, pushing you until you reach his bed. Barbatos is the first to fall back against the mattress but he quickly pulls you on top of him and into his lap. His sturdy hands rip down your pajama shorts and his finger comes into contact with the thin essence covering your thighs.

“Use me,” Barbatos orders, he reacts all too quickly as the only thing keeping him from mounting you like an animal is the promise of your cunt on his face. “beloved, please.” He doesn’t have to tell you twice as you move up his body within seconds and don’t hesitate to sit on his face. You don’t have the time to feel embarrassed when your body is burning up inside.

“Oh!” You squeak as his tongue quickly runs up and down your slit before wiggling into your entrance. Barbatos has a monster of a tongue and he makes use of it to fuck you. He’s trying with his entire being to get as much of your taste on his tongue as he possibly can. His mind is torn between giving you your pleasure and hogging it all for himself.

Your cunt tightly squeezes around his muscle while your hips rut against his face, perfectly aligning your clit with his nose to get just the right friction. It’s all so messy and sloppy, nothing like what you’re usually used to with Barbatos. But, you can’t get enough of it. His fingers dig into your thighs to help you move against his face, back and forth until you’re squirming and aching all over him.

He’s determined to see you spent tonight, utterly used with nothing left to give. Barbatos is a greedy demon and he burns with intense pleasure to see you satisfied.

Lucifer

“You drank the hellfire wine, didn’t you?” Lucifer glares down at your trembling form and his intimidating stance almost makes you start to drool. There is nothing more attractive right now than Lucifer with his large arms crossed over his thick chest. Your thighs press together painfully at the sight.

The older demon sighs, he can smell your arousal leaking out of you in buckets. It’s affecting him terribly but by some miracle, he has been able to hold it together.

“I informed you beforehand what that syrup does to humans, must you ignore every warning I provide you?” Lucifer grunts at the headache taking the forefront of his brain, he can’t focus with your scent hanging heavily in the air. All too quickly he comes aware of just how sweet you smell. Despite the lecture on his lips, he gets distracted by the thick tears pooling in your eyes.

The sight nearly causes the old man to coo.

“My dearest love, you just want to be fucked, don’t you?” He murmurs as he takes you in his arms, his hands grab ahold of your biceps and pull you into his chest. “How badly do you need me?” In this moment of desire, Lucifer needs to hear how you ache for him. His poor, sweet human.

“So badly, Luci,” You moan the nickname and claw at his abdomen, desperately trying to get rid of the clothes still adorning his body. “fuck me, please.” Begging becomes second nature as you plead and plea with all your might. You might end up succumbing to your knees as you focus all your energy on praying for this one thing.

Lucifer’s pretty patience snaps at your devotion.

He can’t decide between fucking you exactly how you need or letting you take what you need.

“Will you ride me until you’re satisfied or do you wish for me to fuck you until you can no longer speak?” His fingers squeeze your hips almost painfully, forcing your hips to grind against his own. Your head falls back with a moan and Lucifer wets his lips at the sight of your bare neck on display.

“I need you to fuck me, Lucifer.” You plead and before you know it, he has you bent over his table.

Lucifer makes quick work of finding a pace that satisfies your desires. He thrusts in and out of your tight cunt quickly, but it only makes the burning fire inside of you even hotter. His grunts and the sounds of your skin slapping against each other have you gasping out for air. You pathetically try to meet his thrusts but are unable to keep up with his fierce pace.

Within the handful of minutes Lucifer has been fucking you, you’ve already convulsed around his cock twice. Your body keeps making work of searching for pleasure, and it seems that with each orgasm your desire for Lucifer only becomes stronger. In the back of your mind, you can hear exactly what you need, you yearn for Lucifer to find his release. You cum again to the mouthwatering idea of the demon finishing inside of you and then licking it out. You need it and you’re determined to get it.

“Lucifer, cum in me,”

Mammon

Mammon isn’t really sure how his night got like this, you in his lap mewling and begging for his attention. But, he isn’t necessarily complaining about the situation either.

“Hey! Watch where you’re touching!” He squeaks as your wandering hands travel lower and lower across his abdomen, no doubt in search of his belt. “What is up with you today?” Mammon swallows deeply as he takes a closer look at you, there is an intense heat radiating off your body as you practically shake in his lap. The demon would be a fool not to see the flush dusting across your face that spreads to the tips of your ears. “(Y/N), are you okay?”

Concern takes over him as he tightly grabs your shoulders and forces you to face him. He’s your first after all, your wellbeing means more to him than any other demon in Devildom. Mammon nearly kicks himself for not taking note of your current state earlier. In the midst of his mental scolding, you moan at his strong touch. It’s quiet and barely slips past your lips but’s more than enough to catch on Mammon’s ears.

His entire body twitches with need at the sound. A primal need to take care of his human, to satisfy his human, to please his human.

Mammon’s mouth runs dry as he looks you over again. This time he notices how you’re subtly grinding on his thigh, he feels the damp patch growing against his thick pants. He’s hard in an instant.

“You’re-” He pauses, swallowing shortly to rethink his words. “you’re leaking?” You momentarily freeze at this and the demon cringes at himself so hard that his entire body falls back against his sofa.

Thank god, you’re too far gone in your own pleasure to care.

“Mammon, help me, it burns-” Your cries fill his concerns up sky high and the demon has half a mind to go and grab his older brother because Mammon knows nothing about the human body. The second born hates to see you in pain and harming you even more is the last thing he would ever want. “stop thinking and fuck me!”

“Huh?” Mammon stops in his panic and freezes all over, he doesn’t move an inch as you throw his belt across the room and yank his pants down his muscular thighs. He lets you take what you need, watches with an intense desire as you flip your skirt up and grab ahold of his excited cock.

The demon ends up moaning louder than you once you start to fuck him, bouncing in his lap to satisfy your own needs. Nothing about this is for Mammon and the demon loves it.

“More, yeah like that,” His hips squirm under your touch, bucking up to meet your own pace while you dig your nails into his shoulders.

“This is about me, Mammon,” You breathe into his ear, whimpering at the feeling of his hands migrating down to your ass. The demon finally gets an ounce of control as he helps you bounce in his lap, angling his cock inside of your tight cunt to make you see stars. “you’re here to help me.”

The secondborn wouldn’t have it any other way.

Lucifer (the original thing i wrote for him hehehe,, i didnt think it was smutty enough so i rewrote it -and honestly, i just might write an entire thing for this because lucifer is so hot-)

“What is wrong with you?” Lucifer bites as he glares down at your trembling form. Had this been any other occasion Lucifer would have taken you to the closest private space available to fuck your brains out but, he isn’t blessed with that luck today. The demon castle is currently filled with far too many people and it would be near impossible to sneak away. He can’t understand why you’re acting this way. You’re practically trying to jump him amongst all these demons.

Lucifer narrows his eyes at you before taking a subtle whiff of your scent and just the slight inhale causes his entire body to stiffen as he instantly feels all the blood in his body rush into his boxers. How on earth did he not notice it before?

“You need to be fucked, don’t you?” He coos into your ear as he tightly wraps his large hand around your wrist. Lucifer drags you out of the ballroom, ignoring every person who tries to stop him. He brings you to an empty hallway before ushering you roughly into an old abandoned room filled with trinkets that haven’t been touched in centuries. You’re not too focused on anything other than the demon in front of you. “Let me guess, you drank the hellfire wine, didn’t you?”

You nod eagerly and try to ignore your guilty conscious, ignore how you messed up the evening.

“Dearest, you know what that does to humans. I warned you beforehand.” He starts a lecture, one that you know could go on for hours but you don’t have the hours to wait, not when you’re working up a sweat and your thighs have begun to tremble. There’s a wet heat aching between your thighs and you only become more and more uncomfortable as time goes on.

“I didn’t know what it looked like!” Your eyes pathetically fill up with thick tears and Lucifer nearly awes at the sight. It seems he’s being too hard on you.

“Calm down, my pet.” He quietly murmurs against your forehead as he steps closer to you, placing either of his hands on your biceps. “You just want to cum, don’t you? You need release so badly, poor thing,” From his words alone, you swear you could cum. All over again your body starts to tremble. “I’ve got you, human, I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

When Lucifer promises something, he always delivers.

His clothes are discarded in seconds and you’re sure you zoned out all the way until he pulled you into his lap and lined his cock up with your entrance. You don’t remember your own clothes coming off or how he got to sucking on your breasts so earnestly. All you can focus on is his hard cock now fully inside of you. Your movements are messy and rushed, you take full control as Lucifer leans back in the leather chair.

You’re bouncing thoughtfully in his lap, loudly mewling and moaning at how full you feel. The entire time since you got your hands on that wine, you’ve been on edge. Lucifer can bring you bliss within seconds but you know that tonight, it won’t be enough. You’ll have to use him the whole night until you’re both utterly spent, until you’re forced to be peeled off of his cock.

Anticipation grows in Lucifer’s stomach with a smile on his lips to match, oh he’s looking forward to this.

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spicywasabae · 7 months

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Gamer boys

Just two socially awkward shut ins in comfy clothes UwU

This was part of an Art Trade with @sleepycroissantt (ily ( ˘ ³˘)❤)

#obey me #Spicy's art #twst fanart #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland #Idia shroud #obey me leviathan #Obey me levi #obmswd #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #Obmnb

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inhuman-obey-me · 4 months

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The Authoritarianism of "Father's" Celestial Realm (NB Season 2)

OKAY, life got crazy for a while, but we're finally all caught up on Nightbringer's main story, and PHEW we've got some things to talk about. So let's dive right in, starting with one of our favorite topics:

God and the Celestial Realm actually kinda suck in the OM universe!!!

(spoilers up to NB lesson 38!)

Now, this been a consistent pattern for most of OM's story and lore, but we're going to be focusing here mostly on Lessons 37 and 38 in particular this time, because they had a lot to talk about in that regard.

In Lesson 37, we are introduced to the underworld, specifically Cocytus at the very bottom layer of it.

One interesting note, however, is that this region is territory of the Celestial Realm, despite it being geographically in the Devildom, and the Celestial Realm is the one that doles out punishments relating to it -- usually. We'll dive more into that whole conspiracy in another post, but it's certainly an interesting geopolitical fact of the Three Realms.

As for the underworld itself, the idea of multiple layers of hell is a common one which originates from Dante's Inferno, the first section of the Divine Comedy, and we see that Cocytus here is taken pretty directly from that as well. Just like Dante describes in the Divine Comedy, Simeon informs us that there are four regions that make up Cocytus, made up of four concentric circles of growing intensity according to their corresponding offenses. Specifically, each layer of Cocytus is related to a type of betrayal: of family, of homeland, of guests, and finally, as the very worst type of betrayal, of "him".

The design of that is immediately very telling about how the Celestial Realm views these offenses. Other offenses may land a person in the underworld in general, but these specific types of betrayal are the worst. And among those worsts, betraying God is the ultimate offense, absolutely beyond anything else one could ever do.

Now, these levels of Cocytus almost directly match Dante's Inferno take on them -- with one major, interesting distinction. In the Divine Comedy, Judecca is for "traitors to masters and benefactors." In OM, it is traitors to "him." Considering that the rest of the levels are a direct match, this suggests that, in OM, their father is the master who must never be betrayed.

And as Mammon notes, that's exactly what our beloved demon brothers did, with Lucifer in the lead.

That brings us to the present situation, with Lucifer chained and suffering at the very center of the bottom of the underworld. The worst of the worst offenders.

Simeon, Luke, and MC arrive to find Lucifer in a screaming rage, noting that same fact. Lucifer is in such pain and rage that he's creating dangerously massive gusts of wind, and as he worries about MC and then his brothers, it only gets worse. Suddenly, Raphael appears to read Lucifer his charges. And then, we get this conversation:

There's a lot going on there, but to go piece by piece, Luke is obviously distraught upon hearing the brothers' decreed fate. He wants to protest it and argue against it. Simeon stops him because Luke absolutely must not say another word -- as a reminder, arguing against Lilith's punishment was the catalyst for the whole rebellion that ensued, which is the entire reason Lucifer is being punished like this now!

Simeon, however, has recently been demoted. We know he was a seraph at the time of the rebellion; the official Nightbringer website specifies that he was demoted for "covering for" the brothers, though we don't know the specifics of what happened there. Simeon has always been a little daring on speaking truth to power, and considering he's already been demoted, it seems he's willing to take the potential consequence of speaking up again here. So he does, expressing his questions and concerns about the whole situation going on. And, finally, he calls out Raphael on also feeling the same as he and Luke both do.

It is perhaps the most telling moment we've gotten to date of how Raphael has felt about this whole civil war between the angels. In the past, he's been fairly consistently strict about the Celestial Realm's rules, which essentially boil down to always obeying their father, and Michael by extension. And he holds himself to basically the same standards, obediently doing whatever Michael tells him to even as he's disgruntled or frustrated by the myriad requests. But when it comes to seeing Lucifer punished this way, he can't accept it either. It's wrong, and he knows it.

But he can't question decisions that come from on high. Even doubting is considered wrong.

We've heard the same from Lucifer once before -- that he questioned one who was never to be questioned. That is what he has been punished for.

This is the reason Luke must not speak up. This is the reason Raphael is crying. And it's the reason for Lucifer's current punishment. Simeon, Lucifer, and Raphael all know it implicitly -- what comes from on high is absolute. Questioning is unacceptable. Doubts are unacceptable. And rebellion is unacceptable -- the absolute worst thing that someone can do.

Anyway, now throw all that out though, because apparently Lesson 38 wants to attempt to bring us to a completely different conclusion!

Let's be honest here -- OM is a bit jumpy on its writing sometimes, and sometimes makes wild left turns. But we ended Lesson 37 feeling pretty excited because it's revisiting a common theme we've had hinted at throughout both games about what kind of leader their father is and what kind of place the Celestial Realm really is under him. And what we've seen, generally, is this: it is a very strict place, unforgiving of those who step out of line, where their father's word is absolute, and even feeling doubt is a grave offense. We even know that Simeon's greatest fear is their father!

So imagine our shock and disappointment when Lesson 38 suddenly decides that, no, actually, this punishment and everything else is actually God's love for them. What?!

New theory: exactly one person on OM's writing team is actually super religious and keeps trying to make this game about dating demons into a message that God is good. These lessons were not written by the same person.

Lesson 38 starts with a rather chaotic scene -- Lucifer has broken free of his chains and is lashing out in rage and despair, not thinking straight. Diavolo makes his appearance and tries to subdue Lucifer, though the two end up going into an all-out brawl as Lucifer lashes out at Diavolo as well. MC eventually intervenes and the brothers show up to protect MC from both Lucifer's and Diavolo's attacks. Lucifer is taken aback seeing that his brothers are all okay and present in front of him, and as MC approaches him to further calm him down, the Ring of Light glows and Lucifer momentarily transforms into his angel form, inspiring awe from everyone around at the sight of the Morning Star once more.

Earlier, Lucifer was begging to be shown some kind of sign from his father, of what it was that he wanted from him. Simeon comments that this might be Father answering that call for a sign -- a sign of his love. Lucifer seems to accept this, though with some bewilderment. But we have Lucifer straight up tell MC later in the lesson that he "must have forgotten" that Father loved them all along! That all he ever did was give, and never ask for anything in return!

Except for blind, unwavering loyalty. Something that Lucifer has actually forgotten about in this moment.

For that matter, why does Simeon automatically assume it's this grand sign of their father's love?! He himself just stated his own doubts and called Raphael out on his.

It's a huge 180 that gave us some intense whiplash for sure. But this isn't the first time we've seen that more religious trauma view from Simeon; we've seen it before in OG season 4, where he has obviously been deeply affected by being demoted out of being an angel altogether but tries to reassure himself that their father does everything for a reason, "even this."

However, even aside from the very sudden turnaround, this explanation leaves a lot to be desired, because it doesn't actually answer anything!!!

We just got told that Raphael was crying from the cognitive dissonance of obeying orders to read the charges against Lucifer while feeling deep down in his heart of hearts that this is wrong. Luke has been stopped from saying anything that could be construed as going against their father! Even harboring doubts is wrong, but somehow we are supposed to suddenly believe that it's because their father loves them?

If that's God's love, it's sure sounding like God is an abusive helicopter parent, because that's not a healthy loving relationship.

Think about it -- this is a scene of punishment. Lucifer isn't just chilling down here for fun; he is actively in pain when we find him, and it only escalates his torment at the thought that his brothers are being punished similarly. And even as we are told that Little D. No. 1 couldn't take material form because their father "just loved them so much," is it really a healthy form of so-called love to hold on to a piece of Lucifer's soul without his knowledge, even after casting him out?! We wouldn't say that a parent who throws their own child out to be homeless while keeping their old room intact is a good, loving parent; why should we think this is any different?

Plus, this is the case for Lucifer -- but what about the other brothers? Though they all managed to get free, Cocytus itself seemed prepared to punish each of them for their various transgressions, and as Mammon points out, all of them were guilty of treason against their father. Yet, it's only Lucifer whose Little D. was never able to take form. It is Lucifer specifically who is targeted for this Cocytus punishment, and the others would likely have been left alone if not for the fact that they came to save him. Lucifer is the one who, for that one moment, regains his angel form.

And what does this mean, if this is God letting go of the last of his grip on Lucifer? That he still loved his favorite son but is casting him away for real now? We know Lucifer has said that God would never forgive him in particular, and though he's been accused of just being stubborn himself (and make no mistake, Lucifer certainly is also stubborn too), it does seem in line with everything else we've been shown about their father. Does this mean that their father no longer loves Lucifer, from this specific point onwards?

And, if their father loves them so much -- then why did they need to rebel for Lilith's sake? The implication here is truly bizarre: their father was going to obliterate Lilith entirely from all existence so that not even her soul would remain, but he also just loves Lucifer so much, but is also so authoritarian that Lucifer trying to talk it out with him was met with a complete shutdown so that Lucifer felt he had no other choice but to start the war. Of course, conveniently, this lesson also just chooses to completely disregard the whole Lilith thing, both her existence at all alongside the brothers before the war and her punishment, so apparently none of that matters!

It's completely out of line with the rest of everything we've ever really been told about the Celestial Realm, and frankly, we don't like or accept it. This so-called love that's suddenly used as the explanation in Lesson 38 isn't a true or healthy kind of love, and we don't want it.

So in conclusion: God is gaslighting us but he really does totally actually suck. We're just supposed to suddenly believe now, out of nowhere, that he doesn't. But he definitely, really does.

Anyway so, Lesson 37 is 10/10 and 38 is -10/10, would not read again. Merry Crisis!

#is this too spicy to post on xmas? sorry not sorry #enjoy yet another long essay from us #obey me #obey me!#obey me swd #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me nightbringer #obey me nightbringer spoilers #omnb #obey me analysis #obey me lucifer #obey me celestial realm #obey me raphael #obey me simeon #always ready to fight god #obey me nb lesson 37 #obey me nb lesson 38

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briardoll · 24 days

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Having a fight with Lucifer

* hey author’s note some of this is a little suggestive so be warned *

Lucifer: MC have you been keeping up with your tasks? It’s important that you finish your lessons.

MC: Yeah I’m going to, I’ve just been busy lately.

Lucifer: Busy? Care to tell me what exactly has been keeping you from your schoolwork?

MC: Well there’s the show that I’ve been really invested in, and there’s a video game about it too!

Lucifer: That is not a good excuse, this incompetence needs to cease. Be warned I will not let this slide.

MC: I’m going to do it just let me finish my show! What’s the rush? I can get it done easily when I want to.

Lucifer: “when I want to” is not a proper time frame, you will do it now or be punished.

MC: Punished? I know you have a soft spot for me, you won’t do anything!

Lucifer: How very wrong you are. Meet me in my room, you and I are going to have quite the study session. Understand that I will not let you go until we have finished your discipline.

*Lucifer smiles at you and walks away*

#obey me lucifer #obey me #obey me mc #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me spicy

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obey-me-rot · 29 days

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please please please come back you are possibly one of the best obm writers and trust me i have gone through ALL ao3, tumblr and wattpad. i know what i am talking about trust me 😭😭😭🙏🙏

Strangely enough I am working on something anon! So I am coming back I just need...ideas... In the meanwhile though please do check out @books-and-catears! I've been getting back into OM and they are half responsible for bringing me back !

God maybe I should open up requests...is anybody even in this fandom anymore? But because you are so sweet I'm gonna leave this! Have you ever had a little cut? Well not to fear, your prideful demon Lucifer has got his special disinfectant right here~

You sigh and put your hand over your neck once again, Lucifer coming up behind you as you sigh and lean forward so you can look at your face in the mirror.

“…I don’t know why I’m being a klutz all of a sudden.”

Lucifer wouldn’t call you a klutz, you were just distracted. You had looked rather lovely tucked in with your head stuck in a book that you had most likely not measured the amount of strength you were putting into your hand. So no, not a klutz–but certainly one step away from getting into yet another tiny accident. He smiles when he sees your pout and reaches for the hand around the back of your neck.

“Surely you shouldn’t be feeling down over a little scratch. Here, let me see–”

Your hand remains firm on your neck, even if his fingers were tucking inside so that he could start pulling it away.

“No no it’s fine--you have a lot of work. I’ll go grab a bandaid or something.”

He can feel you jump when his hand goes to your waist, keeping you in place as his other hand starts tugging down the small barrier you had made for yourself.

“MC. Let me see.”

You knew better than to argue with that voice, Lucifer had made it a priority to condition you and the rest of his brothers to always listen to this tone. It meant that if he had to repeat himself again, it would come with a very harsh punishment. With a sigh, you let him pull your hand away from your neck as your eyes look down at your feet, letting Lucifer see whatever damage you had unconsciously made

And it was–-mild.

The cut was most likely from the RAD badge that they needed to wear on the school uniform, Lucifer had seen you toss your jacket on rather haphazardly whenever you needed to run out of the House of Lamentation when you were late…it was most likely caused by that. Yet what had his attention wasn’t the cut–it was the little indentation of blood that had begun to pool up on the back of your neck.

“…Is...Is it bad?”

When was the last time he had seen human blood? He could probably count the time in millenia. It wasn’t necessarily new to him either–human blood was just human blood, after all. It was used in demon summoning rituals a long time ago. Whoever had wished to make a deal would offer up a hefty amount of their blood just to conjure their presence. No, what made this little sliver of blood so delici–special–was that it was yours. Human blood tastes metallic to your fellow kin, but demon’s had a different sort of palate.

“Not bad no…”

He pulls your hand by the wrist so your fingers go to his lips, letting his tongue trace the single drop of blood that was threatening to roll down your finger, greedily tasting the flavor of his Master's blood. There's no hesitation in his steps when he opens his mouth, pressing your finger against his tongue and closing his lips around it before you could even react. Another greedy suck, a cheeky smile and a hand that refused to let go of your wrist.

“But it should be disinfected right away.”

#obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer hc #/wanted to make it spicy but would anyone want that?

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scarlett-vixen · 2 years

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• Beel who absolutely loves when you sleep in his bed with him so he can spoon you and hold you close but also wakes up in the middle of the night incredibly horny because his size kink kicked in

• Beel who won’t fuck you because his twin is sleeping peacefully in the same room but he desperately wants you so he reaches under your shirt to play with your chest before drifting his hand down to your waistband

• Beel who, if you give him permission, will reach into your underwear and start playing with your sex, grinding his erection against your ass while he does

• Beel who tries so hard to be quiet but you just feel so damn good, your slick coating his hand already, he can’t help but moan and whine into your neck in an effort to muffle the noise.

• Beel who keeps teasing your sex pushing you closer to your orgasm, occasionally pulling away to lick his fingers clean before going back for more.

• Beel who pulls you even closer against him, picking up the pace as he ruts against you desperately wanting more friction on his throbbing cock.

• Beel who whispers sweet words in your ear in between his deep moans and makes sure to kiss you deeply as you reach your climax together.

• Belphie who pretends to be asleep the entire time, staying as still as possible while he listens to your soft moans and whimpers as his twin pleasures you.

• Belphie who uses his pillow to silence his own moans every time his cock twitches as you gasp in pleasure, refusing to touch himself so the two of you don’t know he’s awake

• Belphie who cums just from listening to you moan and imagining the lewd faces you’re making. Belphie who makes plans for you to sleep in his bed tomorrow night.

#obey me smut #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me beelzebub smut #obey me belphegor smut #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #spicy ✨

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poisonous-lemonade · 1 year

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Yk who I am😈😈

Levi, Lucifer and Satan as ur sugar daddies but like rlly smutty😽

luv u😈

A/N: *Sigh* alright A/N2: This is my first post back, if you requested anything it will be done soon, I promise

The Boys, as Sugar Daddies

GN Reader

Lucifer

Okay, out of these 3, we know Luci is the most dependable

My man’s got the body, the age, and the money

Depending on how you act, you may or may not be treated VERY differently

But for now, let’s say you’re a cute, little lamb

Obedient even

At first, he would give you little gifts, maybe even some newer, more expensive, clothing that you did not need

And you would always thank him

Because of course, you did, what kind of person would you be if you didn't?

"Ah! Thank you! Fuck!" Lucifer chuckled, skillfully thrusting his fingers into your hole, slow and rough, your back arching off the bed when he curved his fingers in just the right spots to make you- "Fuck! Luci! Fuck fuck fuck!" You were close, and he knew that, and he was going to milk you dry for everything you have.

But no one is good forever

Maybe it was the fact that he wasn’t paying any attention to you

Maybe it was because you hadn’t gotten any new toys

What if you just wanted to be bad

And Lucifer understands

He really does

But that doesn’t mean he’ll allow it

No matter how much you beg

Leviathan

I see it

Levi is the type to joke about being a sugar daddy but is completely obvious when he becomes one

And he doesn’t start small

If you want anything, he’ll buy it for you, he’s just as bad as Mammon sometimes

Anything you want is yours

Just as long as nobody else does this for you

He, surprisingly, would be more into punishing you than one would think

And he’s harsh, and you wouldn’t ever want him mad

Would you?

"Levi! Fuck, please let's-" You're cut off when Levi's tail pulls you impossibly closer, his fingers still roughly shoved into your hole. "Oh, don't act all innocent now! You did that on purpose didn't you?" He teased, latching his lips on your neck like a parasite causing you to moan out. This is what you wanted. You did do it on purpose. "You can beg all you like, but it's not over till I say it over."

But let’s say you’re good for once

Don’t think you’ll be rewarded

That is expected from you

Do you think he buys you all those posters from the human realm just for you to be rewarded for something you should already do?

That’s not how it going to be, never ever

Well, sometimes

Satan

The ONLY one that came to ask you

Like, you are the only two to have an agreement

Like, Satan made you sign papers and made you read them so you know what you were getting into

If you ask him to buy you something that he deems you need, he’ll get it

But if you wanted something more expensive, that’s a round

And depending on how much, how long that round is

But, good for (some) you, he’s a romantic, so he’s quite soft

Satan groaned, holding you close to his chest as he fucks into you at a slow steady pace. "You okay love?" He asks, his voice gentle and soft like the hands that roam your body and you moan when he finally bottoms out. "Shhh, kitten, you're gonna be okay, just 2 more rounds, you'll be okay."

But he’s also really rough but doesn’t actively believe in punishment

Sure, sometimes he threatens you with it, but he would never

Maybe a light scolding is the worst he could do

Unless that’s what you want

Because he’ll do anything for you

I hope you have a blood kink or else this whole relationship will be very strange for you

#writing #headcanons #fanfiction #obey me shall we date #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me smut #spicy headcanons #Toxic_Lemon.original

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synne-ful · 9 months

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"That's a good human. You're gettin' the hang of it, aren't ya?"

Happy birthday @kkittycries ! 🎉🎉 (*´∀`)♪ I hope this makes your day a little better 💕💕

#obey me #obey me fanart #art #obey me mammon #mammon #mammon obey me #obey me shall we date #spicy

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mammonsfeatheraccessories · 1 year

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possession

summary: a demon has come to visit you in the middle of the night. how lucky are you?

pairing: lucifer/gender-neutral, AFAB reader

genre: smut

cw: consensual fear play, mild degradation, religious undertones in some places, lucifer’s demonic features (including tongue/genitalia) and mentions of the blood/violence demons are capable of (but not toward reader), oral sex (reader receiving)

***

the lights blink, more than they flicker.

slow and deliberate, staring down at you as if you had, in some unknown, grave way, disappointed them.

the air was colder, too. it yoked the warmth from your flesh and left you too chilled to properly shiver. your pillows, your blanket, the soft loving nest of your bed were suddenly suffocating, scratchy and tight and you wondered how you’d ever been able to sleep there. you untangled yourself from them, gasping for air that turned to ice in your lungs:

the lamps gave you one final, lengthy glare, before the light was snuffed out, and not even the moon could reach in to guide you.

footsteps replaced the rhythm of the lights; they clicked despite the carpet beneath them. they were meant to be heard. you were meant to be frightened.

they stopped at the edge of your bed. suddenly, the ring you wore on your left hand glowed a harsh and striking blue. it sought permission, or perhaps even approval, it’s brilliance puffing like peacock feathers in the black night.

the quick, assuring jerk of your chin was all that he needed.

“didn’t anyone ever tell you?” cold fingers danced over your exposed ankle, before forming a tight and painful coil. a rough tug yanked you to the edge of your bed. “uncovered limbs invite the monsters into your bed.”

now that he wanted to be seen, he gave off a gentle glow, almost angelic in the way he lit up the room. how strange it was to see him handle you so roughly; his strong hands were built to be clasped in prayer. how awful that his eyes sliced you to pieces under his knowing gaze; they were so beautiful when gazing at the heavenly skies.

his beauty almost soothed you. he was meant to be looked at. created to be adored, but then broken down to be feared. his crimson eyes were framed by his thick, dark lashes. they were the color of fresh blood. his lips, stern-set but sweetly pink, were parted by the sharp points of his fangs. his face. his lovely, perfect face, marked only by the diamond etched onto his forehead — how was it possible for it to twist with such fury, the way it did now?

but that was where it ended, his similarity to the angels.

for next there was the curve of his onyx horns. from experience you knew the tips were sharp as needles. they would draw blood, even on accident. they were not meant to protect the demon — they were meant to gore. to gut. to hunt.

the feathers of his wings were said to contain an immense power, bringing an exacting savagery to any hex or curse or potion even the weakest sorcerer might conjure. but you couldn’t imagine him letting a single feather fall without consequence.

spread before you now, the span of his wings enveloped your vision, the frame to the exquisite portrait of his nude body. once divine and entirely wicked, your eyes could not help but wander from the prideful lift of his chin to the gleaming expanse of his chest. his skin looked so soft. so soft, even stretched over tight muscles, cold blood and eons of unveiled rage.

he must have kept all that in his dick. it demanded respect, swinging heavy between his thick thighs, the bulbous tip shining a pretty metallic teal, darkening indigo to black as it reached the base. the underside was scaled. it looked smooth, oddly vulnerable. the valley of bumps that formed over his shaft were fun to traverse with your tongue. he was already erect, impatiently so, and it was the one tell in the whole scene, the crack in the facade of your mock corruption; damn it, how he had missed you.

your hands trembled, sought creature comfort in the sheets bunched in between your fingers. he tugged you even closer to the edge of the bed and spread your legs wide.

his nostrils flared, his pupils constricted. your cheeks warmed up in shame, already knowing where this was heading. “this excites you. i can smell it.” he clicked his tongue. “humans are vile. predictable. and worst of all, they are weak.”

and so he went to prove it.

you were wearing shorts to bed. you were pretty sure you’d worn panties, too. now they were gone. you hadn’t heard them tear, you hadn’t felt the slide of them down your legs, nor had you lifted your arms for the removal of your shirt, but you were exposed, needy, and utterly humiliated in a matter of seconds.

“congratulations,” he spoke, eyes to roaming over your form almost distractedly, petting your thigh before sinking to his knees. he slipped his fingers between your legs, coating them in your juices. “you have one of the most powerful beings in all three realms kneeling before you.” a smirk overtook his features as you watched him play with the mess you made, eyes catching yours to mock you. “aren’t you proud of yourself?”

you couldn’t speak. his skilled fingers found your clit and coaxed it to come out and say hello. “so cute,” he sighed, circling it with his thumb. “i hope your pussy is as obedient as you are.”

shit. your legs tried to close, flames licking a little too hot in the pit of your stomach. he’d be pissed if you came this early, not when he’d traveled such a long way.

but you couldn’t move at all. he’d paralyzed you — when? you hadn’t heard him cast any spell. you could only watch him, wide-eyed and nervous when he let his tongue unfurl before you.

you considered it the most demonic thing about him, both in its appearance and what he made it do. it was long, navy and pointed, slick where he’d allowed saliva to pool and drip over your pussy.

he was every bit the monster in your closet, coming out to devour you whole, his fangs glinting brilliant and evil as he teased you with their proximity to your most vulnerable place. he turned his face, reaching under you to pull you closer to him, legs draped over his shoulders. the tops of his teeth gently grazed the inside of your thigh, a simple reminder: he could kill you from here, kneeled between your legs like a supplicant.

but then his tongue soothed over the spot, even though he hadn’t bitten down. he sucked kisses into your skin that were maybe a bit too reverent for a demon trying to steal your soul. he caught himself and firmly corrected it, sinking his nails into the fat of your thighs. they were more like claws, and you gasped at piercing sensation. it made you so much wetter, and him so much cockier, the fragility of a useless, desperate human making his mouth water.

“look at me,” he demanded, and your body complied without thought. so you could move, as long as he willed it, similar to the way you could control him under your pact. how odd. how freeing. “you’re mine,” he said, eyes flashing something ancient and primal. “i don’t kneel for just anyone. you understand that, don’t you? nod. let me see that you understand.”

you nodded.

“good human,” he grunted, then finally lowered his face.

ah. ahh. the lights came on again when he tasted you the first time, then shut off with a bang. his tongue dipped inside of you and moved, unnervingly dexterous and all-knowing, dragging your slick juices to your clit to suck it the way he knew you liked best.

lucifer was a methodical demon. he knew nothing other than to give his very best. which was why it was so hot that he sometimes lost himself in you, dragging down by your hips to bury his face in your cunt when he was supposed to be teasing you. it was hotter still that he’d turn around and blame you for it — he could do no wrong, after all — clearly you needed to be punished — clearly you’d have to try again, and don’t cum this time, be good for him —

his tongue could reach places even his talented fingers couldn’t. it was your downfall every single time you did this. by now you’d learned that in this act alone, lucifer would purposely set you up to fail because he liked it when you did. you’d know the moment he’d grown too frustrated at not being inside you, because suddenly his vicious tongue would lash out with such ferocity it made your very atoms submit to him, twisting, and curling inside you as he lapped at your g-spot, how the fuck-

maybe he’d lost too much focus or your own power had broken through the barrier, but your hips flew up when your orgasm finally crashed through you, painting his clever tongue as your walls pulsed around the wiggling muscle. you clutched his horns and rode his face until it was too much, and it wasn’t until you caught your breath that you realized you’d both failed this roleplay, but it was going to be your problem.

for he was still kneeling between your legs, glaring at you, annoyed.

“i see you have yet to learn your place,” he chided, drawing himself to his full height. now he towered before you, monstrous cock bobbing in front of your swollen mouth.

“i think it’s time you kneel for me.”

#asdgksajda it’s been years since i’ve written and i’m self conscious but i miss it #not edited and written on my phone 😬 so bound to be full of errors #i’m also not a luci simp so i’m surprised he’s the first one i’ve written something spicy about?#anyway #hope it’s ok!!!#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me smut #obey me lucifer #obey me x reader #obey me x mc

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cherryxblossxms · 7 months

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Hehe yes let's cuck Mephisto with Luci too ~

I think he's planning a prank (or maybe sabotage?) with the anti Lucifer league and he doesn't quite get out of Lucifer's office fast enough when he hears the two of you coming. He scrambles into a closet right when you and Lucifer come in, too busy making out to notice the closet door slightly ajar.

Mephisto is disgusted at first. He can't look away, it's so horrible. He watches as you strip each other, Lucifer puts you on his desk. Your incessant moaning and his groaning...

Mephisto didn't really notice how intently he was watching, nor did he notice how hard he was until his cock throbbed at the erotic display... He palms himself, feeling dirty at enjoying such a thing but he's mesmerized and stuck in this closet anyway.

I'm so sorry I'm getting to this so late 😭 I ran to the notification when I first got it but I just could not find the spoons to respond

Godddd this whole thing is so 🥵🥵 I could not stop myself from making this into. Idk whatever this is, but anyway I need that man badly (and maybe need to make him suffer a little lmaoo)

[Nsfw obv, mdni. GN reader, voyeurism, implied cucking/getting caught at the end ehehe~]

At first, Mephisto is so disgusted by what's he's seeing. The two people he detests most— the angel traitor saved by his gracious Lord Diavolo, and the weak unworthy human representative of the exchange program— and you're locking lips like its your job, knocking into Lucifer's desk in your excitement. And of course you two would be drawn together, it's only expected that two unsavory types would be getting up to such indecent activities together. The wet noises of your mouths meeting and the way you're groping each other, it's perverse, Mephisto thinks.

He has half a mind to report you two to Lord Diavolo, what you're doing has to be a problem, right? Just thinking about it is titillating, as he remains hidden in the closet, not wanting to get caught and maybe get some good dirt on either of you. Maybe he'll get some kind of reward for alerting the Young Lord about these transgressions. In fact, maybe he'll even—

His thoughts are interrupted when you unleash a soft whimper, the sound sending shivers through his body and his heart pumping. He didn't even realize, you two had gotten partially undressed already while he was lost in thought, shirts pulled open and halfway off and Lucifer's hand disappearing beneath your waistband, the demon sucking on the side of your neck as his hand clearly worked you into a frenzy.

Suddenly it's like he can't tear his eyes away from his peeping spot in the closet, almost holding his breath just waiting for what happens next. Watching as Lucifer marks you up to satisfaction, his hand working a steady rhythm between your legs as you writhe against him, still making that delicious needy noise, before its clearly not enough for either of you. Before Mephisto can react, Lucifer has you set on his desk, tugging your bottoms down and off and working his own open just long enough to free his leaking cock, losing no time as he quickly enters you.

If Mephisto thought your prior noises were indecent, the moan you let out now is downright sinful. The noise of a rattling desk fills the air as Lucifer pumps into you, and whether it's by a miracle or a curse, Mephisto can see it all clearly. See the way you manage to fit Lucifer's cock, see the way you grasp onto the desk or onto Lucifer, whatever you can reach, as your face is twisted with pleasure. He couldn't quite make out Lucifer's face from his angle, but that was perhaps for the better.

Mephisto suddenly becomes all too aware of how tight his pants have become, a distinct need in his groin calling to him. Just the thought of stroking himself to you two is offensive, he tries to convince himself. But it's like his body can't control itself, his hand reaching down to relieve the ache anyway, not long before he's fisting his own leaking cock in time with Lucifer's thrusts into you. He can't even manage to tear his eyes away, eating up every little change in your expression and the things you respond best to.

He bites his knuckles trying to stay quiet, still trying to stay hidden until he can safely escape. But he's quickly lost to his own desires, imagining it's you he's fucking into. He'd show you how much more superior he is to Lucifer, show you what a true born-and-bred demon can do in bed. Lucifer could never compare, and he'd finally have you on your knees, begging for more, if he so wanted.

Just the thought of being the one to bring you to completion is enough to push him over the edge, hard, the climax catching him off guard. It's a miracle he manages to catch his spend in the palm of his glove before it can get on anything else. But what he fails to do is suppress the groan he makes as he cums, and his lusty haze clears quick in the following panic, looking to see if he'd been found out.

Thankfully, you'd all seemed to finish at the same time— he can't help but regret he hadn't seen your face as it happened— and you were clearly still recovering atop Lucifer's desk, the demon himself still buried deep inside you and his hips finally still. Mephisto instantly relaxes, thankful he wouldn't have to explain himself. He wasn't sure what he'd do if Lucifer of all people found out that, not only had Mephisto broken into his room, but was watching and masturbating to you two having sex like some kind of freak.

However, in his eagerness to relax, Mephisto missed the way Lucifer's lips quirked up, crimson eyes sparing the briefest glance in the direction of his closet.

#mephisto x reader #lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mephistopheles #obey me smut #obey me shall we date #mephistopheles x reader #the minx can write ✍️#spicy minx 🔥#˗ˏˋ꒰ minx replies ꒱#i wanna ruin this man and ride him into the ground thank u for listening to my ted talk #cant believe i forgot who mc is fucking lmao

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jinkicake · 1 year

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You Eat Enchanted Pudding.

Barbatos, Lucifer, Mammon x Reader

A/N: I wrote this before the ‘hellfire syrup’ smut so if theyre similar that is why! I want to make my next smut posts smuttier so... bear with me </3 this was originally only for barbatos but then came mammon and luci heh

NSFW // SMUT

WC - 1.9k

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Barbatos

“Barbatos, I ate the rest of the pudding in the fridge,”

The renowned pastry chef smells you before he even sees you, instantly a flush washes over his face as his entire body heats up with lust. The papers in his hands drop to the ground as he reaches out to grab at his desk, he reaches for anything that will keep him grounded and sane at the moment. He’s supposed to be put together, mature, and always thinking with a level head.

Your intoxicating scent only gets stronger and stronger, almost bringing the powerful demon to his knees.

“I know you said not to eat it but, I couldn’t resist. I’m sorry,” You whine, and judging based on his hearing, Barbatos can tell you’re just outside his door.

“A-Are you in there?” You stubbornly twist the doorknob and push open the heavy door, a grave mistake on your end. The moment you step into the room, Barbatos closes what’s behind you and pins you against the wooden door. Any reserved manner in him died the moment he saw you.

“Forgive me, (Y/N),” He heavily pants against your exposed collarbone before taking deep breaths against your skin. “it would seem that I am not in the correct state of mind.” With a loud moan, the demon begins to lick at your skin. His forked tail instantly whips and wraps around your thighs, ensuring that you don’t move a single inch.

“That’s alright,” You whisper and try to make any sense of the situation, but in the end, you can’t. His warm lips against your skin kill any fight in you and you ultimately decide to let Barbatos have you in a primal way you’ve never dealt with before. You must experience it. “I forgive you.”

Your blessing is everything and more than he’ll ever need, he’s going to devour you.

The thick alluring scent starts to cloud his thoughts and almost makes it hard for the demon to breathe. All he can focus on is the primal desire ringing in his mind to take and take until you have nothing left to give.

“I must have you.”

And have you, he has. After multiple rounds of foreplay, oral included, and his cum already staining the inside of your thighs, the demon now has you bent over his desk. His tail splits and holds your ankles firmly to keep you still for the powerful being to continue his ministrations.

“Beloved,” He whispers into your ear, leaning over your back to make sure you can hear every soft moan slipping from his lips. Barbatos runs his hand along your thigh, gently caressing the skin before lifting the limb up to ensure he can delve deeper inside of you. “you’re like a dream.”

Never did you expect Barbatos to be so rough and passionate, each talented roll of his hips has you seeing stars. He’s kind in the way that he tightly holds onto the back of your neck and places kisses along your skin. Everyone flocks to you, fawns over you and Barbatos never gets the chance to do the same. With you beneath him now, he wants to get every ounce of his desires out.

“Beautiful (Y/N),” His moans are quiet, gentle while his touch becomes stronger. The possessiveness the demon harbors only begins to show as he bottoms out inside of you, ensuring that every inch of his cock is swallowed by your pretty cunt. “allow me to make this something you will never forget.”

If only you could see the blush on his face, the pinkness of his cheeks, and the love tinting his soft eyes. Maybe then you would understand a mere fraction of the affection the demon harbors for you.

Lucifer

Lucifer finds himself outside of your room late into the evening. Typically, he would never do such a scandalous thing but he just could not help himself tonight. The scent from your room lingered out and flowed right into his office. He’s surprised that none of his brothers have awoken because of it yet.

You smell so sweet and the flavor is one that instantly melts on his tongue.

Lucifer knows he has to get you away from the other demons, he has to put you somewhere safe. Perhaps, in his own room.

At the creak of the floorboard, signaling one of his brother’s departure from sleep, the eldest demon acts fast to enter your room. He finds you stuffing your cheeks with a suspicious pudding, one he instantly recognizes and mentally groans at. Another problem for him to deal with. If he had not been in such a rush, he would have admired the chocolate messily splayed on your lips. But, right now, he can’t.

“We need to leave now.”

“Hmm? Lucifer!” The fight in you is nonexistent as the demon lifts you in his arms and carries you out of your room. “Beel?” The other demon just outside of your door has a look to him that you’ve never seen before. He murmurs about his demanding hunger, how it needs to be satiated.

“Go back to sleep.” But because of Lucifer’s powerful command, nearly all at once, the demon slowly makes his way toward his own bedroom. Lucifer glares down at you before quickly making his way to the safety of his own room, he closes the door and locks it.

The eldest ensures that the only demon you’ll be with tonight is him.

“You were not supposed to eat that.” He scolds as you nervously shift on your feet. There isn’t much restraint in him left, not when you’ve still got chocolate at the corner of your mouth. “You’re aware of what the enchanted pudding does to humans, correct?”

At the shake of your head, Lucifer can only sigh.

“It makes you more delectable than usual, much more,” Lucifer can’t help the way he reaches for you and how his large hands cup your cheeks. His pride is screaming at him to show some restraint but he can’t. He simply can’t now that you’re in front of him. “if you wish for me to stop-”

“I don’t.” You dare to look him in the eyes, to boldly state your claim, and Lucifer has finally had enough.

Within minutes, he has your legs wrapped around his waist as his cock stuffs itself deep within your cunt. He holds you up with his strong arms, the muscles bulging with each thrust. You don’t have the time to pay attention to the heavenly sight when he is kissing you so passionately, his tongue rubs against your own before playfully licking the muscle.

“Lucifer,” Your sweet cries only fuel the demon to keep going, to show some restraint and make this last. He wants to draw out this brief moment of intimacy but the desperation growing inside of him makes that nearly impossible.

The way you feel is something Lucifer will never forget, he’ll remember this blissful feeling for centuries and he’s sure nothing will ever rival it. He can only hope that with each kiss and press of his hips against your own, he will make the most out of this special occasion.

However, with each moan that you produce, the desires in Lucifer only grow more. He swallows every noise that you make and he makes it clear that this will not be just a one-time thing.

No, Lucifer finally has his hands on you and they won’t come off for a while.

In his grasp now, you’re finally his.

Mammon

“Just what is that smell?” Mammon grumbles to himself as he scratches the back of his head. His thick white hair becomes messier under his touch as each strand is directed in an opposite way. The antsy feeling growing in his stomach does not settle the closer he gets to the kitchen. He can’t understand what could possibly be producing a smell like this. “Gross dumb pie, probably cherry,”

He has half a mind to go back to his own room and ignore the scent altogether but, through the crack of the kitchen door, he sees you.

The demon can’t help the way he gulps at the sight of you eating what appears to be pudding. His sparkling eyes zone in on the spoon wrapped around your lips, how you roughly suck on the silverware before running it along your tongue.

If Mammon thought that the antsy feeling inside of him was dissolving, he was completely wrong. By now, the effect is starting to take place throughout his body. His arms reach out for you on their own accord while his pants become inexplicably tight.

“Dumb human,” He grumbles before pushing open the kitchen door. Something stirs deep within his heart at the way your eyes light up with excitement at the sight of him.

“Mammon!” You cheer before placing the spot back in the half-eaten bowl. Your fingers maneuver the silverware to get another spoonful of the pudding before handing it to Mammon. “Want to try this pudding? It’s so good and didn’t have a name on it so-”

Your words die on your tongue as the demon wraps his hand around your own and places his lips around the spoon. Mammon can see the way you shift from the tension of this moment, how you’re squeezing your thighs together as his tongue licks the tip of the spoon.

“Ha-ha, indirect kiss,” You try to tease him but, the fiery look in his eye shuts you up very quickly. Nothing could have prepared you for the way the demon lifted you up to place you on the counter. His bold decisions put his usual shy tendencies to shame and your heart was nowhere near prepared for what Mammon had in store for you.

“More, let me have more!” He whines into your cunt as his tongue continues to ferociously eat you out. His muscles move at lightning speed as he flicks your clit up and down before taking the pearl into his mouth and sucking. He’s so desperate to get more of your taste, to digest your sweet release on his tongue over and over again.

“No more!” You squirm as you try to push his head away. Mammon merely ignores you and your cries as the delicious burn of overstimulation starts to get the better of you. “What is with you today?”

“It’s your fault!” Mammon snaps before spreading your thighs with his hands and sticking his tongue in your cunt, he watches your every expression as he darts the muscle in and out of your heat. He’s enjoying this too much, he’s living for your every reaction and it’s clear the demon has become addicted. “I need more, give me more,”

Your eyes widen at the feeling of his tongue inside of your cunt, the warm muscle rubs your spongey spot as his nose grinds against your clit. He’s an absolute mess right now but, you’re no better. You’re soaking wet and Mammon is entirely to blame, the accumulation of his drool only makes the entire experience that much more pleasurable. Never have you been tended to so closely, Mammon makes every move for you all while working towards your release.

Now, you can’t help but start to beg yourself. It’s as if his greed as been transferred through to you, his touch is intoxicating and the demon’s moans only fuel your desires more and more. He can’t get enough of how you feel on his tongue and, knowing him, it will take a lot more to satisfy him.

“Mammon, please, give me more-”

#Barbatos x reader #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #obey me x reader #obey me x you #obey me x y/n #obey me lucifer #obey me barbatos #obey me mammon #xiaos spicy almond tofu

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spicywasabae · 8 months

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Pov: You finished lesson 21 of Nightbringer. Pact speedrun ✌️

How is Solomon so calm abt losing his magic is beyond me, MC out here freaking tf out abt the possibility of never returning/losing their magic and hes out here poisoning our food 🤧😩

#obey me #obmswd #obey me solomon #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me meme #obey me mammon #Obey me leviathan #Obey me satan #Obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #Obey me belphegor #Obey me nightbringer #Obey me spoilers #obey me shall we date #otome game #spicy's art

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ticklygiggles · 2 months

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The Avatar of Lust | Asmo x Reader [N$FW]

Commissioned by @intheticklecloset

A/N: kekekeke this header makes me laugh, our cute sheep is not so innocent on this fic hehehehe anyways, big thanks to the kind and supportive Nym! I hope you enjoy this. It came out longer than I expected, but I hope it's good! I'm sorry for the wait~

Summary: No little dirty secret can't escape the Avatar of Lust.

Sex with Asmo was the best. After all, he was the Avatar of Lust and he really knew what he was doing. Making love with Asmo was never boring. He always surprised you with new positions and games that sent you into a subspace of pleasure that you never wanted to leave. Asmo managed to make the most obscene and embarrassing sounds escape from your mouth and he swallowed them with hot and desperate kisses. It seemed like he had a thousand hands, one touching your intimacy, another your nipples, and another holding your jaw to keep you in place while he ate your lips in a kiss.

He was so good to you, always making sure that you were feeling the best and very loved. He simply did everything right… especially tickling you.

You giggled when he softly brushed his fingertips against the heated skin of your hips as his mouth made you see stars. A pretty moan made its way out and your hips moved forward, seeking more of his tongue and those tickles that made you cover with goosebumps.

His fingers moved higher, walking up your back and over that soft spot beneath your ribs. You giggled more, your body begging to get away from the sensation, but you desperately wanted more of it. More of that pleasure that you just couldn't share with Asmo for fear that he would think it was ridiculous, childish. Your orgasm was close, and the more Asmo tickled you and his tongue worked magic between your legs, the more stars and sparks clouded your vision. You were going to come.

“A-Asmo, I-

He chuckled, leaving your heated flesh to look at you with a cheeky smile. “You really love it when I tickle you, huh?”

That delicious orgasm that was already beginning to make your lower belly tremble suddenly stopped. Your entire body froze and your eyes widened. That terrible hot feeling of humiliation ran through your entire body. The flush spread from your face to your chest. You were a fool. An idiot. You should have been more discreet about this, but how could you? How could you act like you weren't having a great time with his hands doing your skin sparkle with the playful touch of his hands. It was what you had always wanted, and Asmo gave it to you almost daily, without reservation and with joy, and you thought, in your little pleasure-clouded mind, that he would never notice. You really were a fool.

“Hey,” Asmo said, cleaning his mouth before placing his hands against your heated cheeks. “Baby. What is wrong? Are you not feeling well?”

He lifted your face, but you so desperately avoided his eyes, not knowing what else to do.

“What is wrong? Wait, is it because I said you like being- ah, please don't cry!”

You didn't want to, but your eyes filled with tears and soon they were streaming down your red cheeks. Asmo desperately tried to wipe them up, but they came out like faucets, non-stop. You really felt ashamed, humiliated. As if you had been caught doing the most horrible crime in this world.

“My cutie, please!” Asmo whined, little tears in his eyes too. “Why are you like this? Did I say something wrong? I am so sorry! Please forgive me!” You shook your head and he gasped. “You don't forgive me?!”

That made you giggle and you shook your head again, sobbing as you hid your face against his chest. “I'm sorry, Asmo. I am so ashamed, I didn't want you to notice I got off by you tickling me, but I felt so good.”

Asmo hugged you tightly, kissing the top of your head. “Hey, why are you apologizing? You did nothing wrong!”

You sniffed, “You'll think I'm childish.”

He laughed, “what are you saying? My love, how could I think that? I'm pretty sure you've never made a comment about all my kinks, hmm? Why would I think yours is childish?” He gently cradled your face between his hands, his thumbs lovingly brushing against your cheekbones. “I love everything about you, my lovely. Besides, isn't tickling so cute? I love listening to your laughter,” he said, kissing your nose. “Please, don't feel shy towards me, cutie. I'm here to please you, you know?”

His words tried to stop you from crying, but when you heard him you couldn't help but cry even more, hugging him tightly. He whined playfully, but hugged you back just as hard.

You were not sure how long you both lasted like this. You both were completely naked and still a little sticky with sweat and other fluids, but it didn't matter, not when he had been so kind and had accepted you so tenderly like this.

“Hey…,” he said against your ear when you had finally stopped crying. You shivered, recognizing that sultry tone of his voice. “Now that my precious creature has revealed those deep secrets, I feel a reward should be given.”

You looked up and a moan got stuck in your throat when you saw his lustful eyes on you. He looked like a predator looking at his prey, famished, mouth watering and you shuddered, feeling heat gathering in your lower tummy.

“Would you like that, baby?” Asmo grinned at you, he was his usual self, but his grin was… dangerous, you could see his fangs twinkling behind his lips and you gulped, slowly nodding your head, smiling at him.

“I'd love that.”

He giggled, “very well. Lay down, would you? We're gonna play a lot tonight.” You did as you were told, laying down comfortably on your back on his big bed. “Would you be a love and spread your legs and arms for me? Very well.”

Your heart was hammering against your chest. Was he going to… tickle you? You felt your heart dropping in an amazing way when you saw him pulling out some red robe from one of his drawers.

“Are you okay with being tied up, love?” You nodded. “We've done this before, but I want to know your limits.”

“I… want to know my limits too,” you said and Asmo’s grin widened.

“Don't say such things, love. You're gonna make me cum.” Only then, you saw he was half erect already and your ears heated up.

He giggled as he approached the bed. He gently grabbed one of your arms and pulled at it nicely before wrapping the silky robe around your wrist and then to the bedpost of his bed. He did so with your other three limbs and admired his handiwork from the end of the bed. You pulled at your arms and legs and gasped softly, feeling adrenaline, fear and excitement rushing through you when you could barely move your limbs.

“Don't hyperventilate,” he said and you notice your breath going a bit erratic. “As always, we won't do anything you don't want to do. You remember that right?” You nodded. “Great. Do you also remember your safeword?”

You nodded again. “Cupcake,” you said softly.

“Louder. Otherwise I won't hear you and won't know when to stop.”

“Cupcake.”

“That's a good baby,” he said, grinning at you for a moment before sighing loudly. “I wish you could look at you, baby,” he said, brushing his fingernails against the top of your foot and up your leg. “You always look so pretty when tied up. Your body is so seductive… I wonder where I should start.. “

You gasped, jerking when you felt his nails against your inner thigh. “A-Asmo!”

“Mhm, I am right here. You sure look eager for me to start. Poor cutie, for how long have you been dreaming of this, hmm? Did you fantasize about me tickling you until you went crazy? I'm sure you did.”

You moaned, whimpering when his nails caressed your hip and waist and side. You arched your back and giggled softly when he touched your armpit and the inside of your elbow. Your skin craved more of that maddening sensation, but you whined when he made his way back again. Just brushing your body so lightly with his nails.

“A-Asmo, plehease.”

“Please what, cutie?” You looked at him with pleading eyes, and he raised a taunting eyebrow as he tickled your knee, making you giggle. “I can't know what you want if you don't speak up.”

“You- ah! Y-You know what I wahant. Please, please, please.”

“Use your words,” Asmo said, his voice serious but the smirk on his lips was wide.

Tears were sparkling against your lashes as you looked at him, your eyes pleading. “Tickle me, please?”

He giggled, “of course, honeybunch.”

The touch of his nails on one of the soles of your feet felt electrifying. You gasped heavily before squealing and laughing wildly. His fingers skittered across your skin, up and down your foot. Asmo scratched at your arch, the ball of your foot and that horrible sensitive spot underneath your toes. Laughter was shooting out of your mouth, too fast and too loud.

“Hehe, I knew you were ticklish, but look at you go, baby,” he said over your laughter, his fingers focusing on the top of your foot, making you squeal. “And you're leaking so much already, are you enjoying yourself?”

You nodded, that was the only thing you could do besides laughing. The sensation was already overwhelming and he was only tickling one foot; chills ran through your body and, mingling with your laughter, small moans of pleasure escaped your lips. It felt incredibly good. All those sparks traveled directly between your legs and your hips moved up and down, searching for some kind of friction to ease your arousal.

Asmo giggled, “Feet are really sensitive,” he said softly. “They're a common erogenous zone, did you know? Especially the toes.” His fingers wiggled against the sensitive stems of your toes and they spread, making him laugh. “Oh, look at them, they really love their tickles huh? Then… thank you for the food.”

“Haah! Ahahahasmo!” You shrieked, feeling the warmth and dampness of his mouth in your toes. His tongue wiggled in the spaces in between, tickling you into nearly hysterics. “Thahahat tihihickles too bahahad! Plehehease, nnghh!”

Asmo hummed and you squealed when his teeth scraped against the pads of your toes. Your foot wiggled softly, but that only invited him to scratch your sole again, making you see stars.

“Asmo!” You gasped. You could feel yourself throbbing. “Ahahahsmohoho, wahahait plehehease, I thihihink- ah! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

What a wonderful release. Never in your life did you think you could ever come from tickling alone, but there you were, shaking and moaning with the force of your orgasm. You felt like your body was made of sparks, your mind was blank as you enjoyed that fabulous feeling.

“Oho? Did that feel really good, baby?” His tender voice came from the clouds around your head and you nodded softly. The tickling had stopped. “I'm sure you know one gets more sensitive after cumming right?”

Your breath hitched as you looked at him, surprised to see that he was at your other foot, a beautiful, stiff, white feather twirling between his fingers as he smiled wickedly at you.

Your mouth trembled into a wobbly smile. “A-Ahasmoho, wahait, please.”

“No waiting for you, beautiful,” he said, winking at you as the tip of the feather lightly traced down your foot.

The sensation was barely there, but your body was sensitive and you couldn't help but laugh out loud at that small, delicate touch. The feather tip zigzagged from under your toes to your heel and the squeals you let out every time it grazed a very sensitive spot made Asmo laugh.

It swirled against the arch of your foot, making you jump and giggle like crazy, “it tihihihickles!”

“Don't tell me!” he said playfully as he grazed the feather between your toes. Your laughter increased and your toes spread for him. “Do you like the feather, baby? Look at your little toes, they behave so well, right?”

“Ihihi lihihike ihihit,” you laughed, your leg jerking every time the feather would jump from between your toes.

“Me too, I want to use it somewhere else,” he declared and he finally moved from your feet, gracing the feather up your leg. Zigzagging against your shin and swirling around your knee. You giggled brightly, feeling goosebumps raise on your skin as he lightly tickled your thigh.

Now closer, you could see that Asmo was fully erect. His cock bounced with every step he took. The tip was red and he was leaking a ridiculous amount of precum.

Catching you staring at him, he chuckled and you jumped when he leaned closer to your face. “Are you seeing how you have me, beautiful creature? I am like this because of you and your beautiful laughter.”

Your heart beat wildly in your chest. You felt warmth on your cheeks and ears and smiled shyly, lifting your chin a little so you could kiss him, but Asmo pulled away with a chuckle.

“Don't try to distract me, naughty you. I'm on a mission right now,” he said and he suddenly jumped on the bed between your legs. You gasped, feeling shame as you tried to close your legs, but oh you were tied so very nicely. “Hehe, nuh-uh, you cannot hide, beautiful. Let's see now…”

“AHAHAHA! N-Nohohot the feahahahatheheher!”

“This spot is also super sensitive right? Riiight here in your groin.” The feather swept against the sensitive skin and it tickled like hell. Your hips bucked and you clenched, making Asmo whistle.

“Look at you,” he said tenderly. “My cutie is feeling so good, huh?”

“AHAHAHSMOHOHO!” You shrieked with laughter when you felt one of his hands wiggling its fingers on your other groin. You shook and your hips circled as pretty moans filled the room again.

“Yes, my lovely?” He said teasingly, leaving the feather aside so he could graze his fingernails lightly across the sensitive skin of your thighs. He scribbled the inner part and squeezed the top of them gently, making you jump and squeal embarrassingly loud. “Where does it tickle more, beautiful? Here?” He asked, drawing hearts all over your upper thighs. “Or here?” A shriek made its way out as he found your groin again. “Ah, so it's here right?”

“PLEHEHEASE!”

“You really like it when I lightly tickle you here, huh? Look how wet you are. Didn't you just cum?” He chuckled. “Could it be that you want to cum again?”

“Nnghh- ahahahsmohoho. B-Bahahaby plehease, I- WAIT! NGHH!”

Your eyes crossed as you felt Asmo's tongue pressing against your hot, throbbing skin. He took you into his mouth with ease while his hands continued to tickle your crotch. The touch of his tongue felt ticklish against your oversensitive skin, so you couldn't help but laugh harder as your hips bucked up and down against his mouth.

“Ahahahasmo plehehease! P-Plehehehase dohohon't! I'm gohohonna cuhuhum agahahain, I'm gohohonna- aaangh!”

There you were, cumming hard in his mouth. You thought you were going to faint, because your vision became cloudy and you saw stars, the shiver of pleasure running through your body almost felt like too much. Your body trembled non-stop with the aftershocks of your orgasm while Asmo continued licking and sucking your intimacy, wanting to squeeze every last drop of your pleasure.

“Haaah,” He sighed in delight as he lifted his face from between your legs, one of his hands wiping his mouth and chin. His eyes were darkened with lust and you moaned at seeing him. “That was nice, huh? Let's move on, then.”

“AAAHAHAHA! WAHAHAIT! Wahahahait, plehehehease!”

Without even letting you rest for a second, his agile and gentle hands found your hips and you exploded in cackles as he pinched your poor hip bones. Your hips rolled and bucked, trying to remove his hands, but he didn't even flinch, following your every move with ease.

“Asmo! AHAHASMO, plehehease! PLEHEHEASE!”

You barely heard Asmo's chuckle, but at no time did he stop his attack on your hips. At some point, you lost track of time; you felt like he had been tickling you there for hours, days even. And it kept feeling so ticklish and your laughter only seemed to increase in volume and hysteria.

“You surely are laughing a lot,” Asmo said, his hands being replaced by the soft feather tracing your hips, making you giggle hysterically. “And enjoying yourself so much, I can tell. You haven't even safeworded! These hips sure are sensitive, poor them~”

Tears of laughter were streaming down your face. You felt a little shy, feeling some drool dripping from the side of your mouth, but you really couldn't control your actions when you were laughing as hard as that. It felt nice to not completely care as you enjoyed something you thought you would never enjoy. Asmo really was so good to you.

“Are you still up for some more fun, baby?” You nodded, giggling as he circled your belly button with the feather. Asmo chuckled. “You truly wanted this, huh? I can't believe you didn't tell me before. I could've tickled you a million times already!”

“I'm sohohorry.”

Asmo pouted, “I think this silly baby needs to be punished,” he said with a grin as his fingers started to wiggle against your tummy, clawing at the soft sides and you threw your head back with laughter.

No matter where his fingers found your skin, it felt too ticklish and you thought maybe Asmo was using some spell to make you more sensitive to his touch? You didn't remember being so ticklish when you had tickle fights with him or his brothers- he was probably using a little of his magic. Well, it wasn't like you were going to stop him anyway.

Your lower belly, your navel, the sides of your tummy, the center; his hands were everywhere and he had you howling with laughter in mere seconds, your limbs pulling at their restraints, but it was all useless. Your laughter was becoming a little hoarse as he continued his exploration – his thumbs digging into your waist making you jump and scream with laughter. His fingers vibrating against your ribs and the spaces between them made your voice go silent for a few seconds, but Asmo only laughed softly and continued.He counted each of your ribs over and over again, from top to bottom and bottom to top.

“Please stop moving, cutie. I keep losing count of your cute ribs.”

“Baby, I gotta make sure you didn't break one when you were play fighting with Mammon, that brute can be a lot sometimes.”

“Huh, you get more hysterical the higher the ribs are, could it be that one is hurt? Don't worry, I'll check thoroughly!”

It was driving you crazy. The sensations short-circuiting your brain barely allowed you to think about anything other than how ticklish you felt at that moment. Asmo's voice teasing you and telling you how beautiful you looked made no sense over your loud cackling, but the best was yet to come.

Asmo laughed as he stopped to let you rest for a second. "You really... no matter what I do, you don't even ask me to stop, huh? How can you be so adorable?" You jumped with a laugh as his nails traced that rib that almost made you faint. “But baby,” he said, pouting. “I’m all horny now because of you.”

Raising your head, you felt bad at seeing the poor and sorry state of his cock. The red color actually contrasted very well with Asmo's skin, but that... he looked like he was about to burst! You blinked, looking at his poor dick and then at his teary eyes.

You smirked at him. “Well… who said you couldn't use that?”

You bucked your hips and his cheeks flushed red and a wide smile spread across his lips. Two heavy moans filled the room as he finally thrusted inside of you, filling you to the brim. Asmo had to stop a couple of times to avoid coming so soon, and the fact that he didn't move was torture for you. You whined, desperately moving your hips, but he held them down, stopping you.

“C-Calm down, dove,” he breathed through gritted teeth. “I don't want to cum yet.”

“I do want to cum,” you whined again and he laughed softly, lifting his face to look at you. You were breathless for a moment.

Asmo's face was truly a work of art. His eyes were always bright and flirtatious, sparkling with mischief, but right at that moment, they were darkened with lust. That playful spark was clouded by desire and pleasure. A heavy blush spread across his face and his mouth was slightly open, his tongue poking out a little, licking his lips.

Asmo moaned, (he was never afraid to voice his pleasure), and he looked at you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “Why are you clenching me so suddenly, hmm? Did you like my face so much?”

“T-Tickle me more, please,” you begged, arching your back. “Tickle me a bit- a bit more, yes?”

“Of course I will tickle you more, beautiful,” he promised, his hips finally touching your skin as he put his whole length inside you. “You just need to be good and have a bit of patience,” you whined, squirming and huffing as he stimulated you from inside.

Asmo held your hips firmly and you were startled when your legs were suddenly free from the rope. You quickly wrapped them around him and brought him impossibly closer to you.

“Very nice, baby. Not too tight, though, otherwise I won't be able to move.” Your legs loosened a bit. “If you push me away, I will stop completely, do you hear me?”

You frowned, not understanding what he was saying, but soon found out when you felt his moist lips placing a wet kiss against your underarm. You gasped heavily, jerking away from his touch, only to find one of his hands already latched to your other armpit, fingers quickly scribbling against the taut skin.

Laughter quickly escaped you and you started to squirm, but no matter what side you jerked to, Asmo was there, tickling you. He started nibbling and blowing raspberries against one of your armpits as the other was under an evil attack of fingertips digging, wiggling and vibrating, waking up all of the nerve endings there.

“AHAHAHASMO,” you shrieked, shaking your head. “Nohohoho nihihihibbling!” You pleaded, snorting as he did the opposite and nibbled you more and faster.

“I do what I want, baby. Now…”

“NGH!”

Oh how wonderful his length felt inside you. He moved his hips away, his cock rubbing all the sensitive spots inside you, and then he let himself go back, pounding hard against you, hitting that spot that made your eyes roll back into your head. His hands and mouth didn't stop making you laugh and his hips went back and forth with a rhythm that was leaving you breathless. You jumped with a shriek of laughter as his free hand found that terribly ticklish spot right behind your ribs. Your back arched involuntarily and that only resulted in more tickling in both of your armpits.

You were going crazy. Too many sensations at the same time, you felt like you were going to explode. You couldn't stop laughing even for a second, and your moans became louder and more frequent. His mouth, his hands, his cock were all on you; you were short of breath, your body was tired and your stomach hurt from laughing so much, but you didn't want Asmo to ever stop. You wanted to continue feeling everything, your mind filled with your laughter and moans.

“I'M CUHUHUMMING!” You said, sobbing as uncontrollable laughter made you shake. “PLEHEHEASE, AHAHASMO!”

He grunted, pounding inside you over and over and over until you finally cummed. Your vision became blurry and you sobbed as you felt overwhelmed with the force of your orgasm. It almost hurt as you felt the tickles of pleasure run through your body. You felt outside yourself, in a subspace of pleasure that you couldn't escape, and the only thing that could bring you back were those terrible, maddening tickles in your armpits and ribs.

The sound that came out of your mouth no longer sounded like laughter to you, like when you repeat a word too many times and it loses its meaning, your laughter or the sound that came from your mouth no longer made sense. The only constant thing was those tickles and the pleasure of continuing to feel Asmo pounding inside as he finally came.

His hands finally stopped as he shook with the force of his orgasm. Your body went limp under him as he thrusted inside you a couple of times more, riding his climax as much as he could. At that moment you were nothing more than his toy and that thought made you clench against his sensitive cock, causing him to moan harder against your ear.

Your breathing and his were erratic and neither of you said anything for a long moment until his fingers grazed your sides and you whimpered, shivering and squirming.

“Baby,” he sighed in your ear, you hummed weakly in response. “What is your safeword?”

Your eyes felt heavy, you barely could remember your name, but your safeword was there, in the back of your mind, tucked away in a locked drawer. You hummed, moving your head to the side so you could speak in his ear as well.

“Cupcake,” you answered, your voice hoarse.

Asmo nodded, “very well,” he said, lifting his face to look at you. “Make sure not to forget it, baby, I want to cum again.”

You smiled, more of that awful sound suddenly escaping your lips again. You didn't want this to ever end. If your circle of hell was going to be like this, you figured it wouldn't be so bad, as long as Asmo was there with you too.

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