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playing through levi’s birthday event rn and that door sealing magic has me thinking...

#mei talks

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THIS LEVIATHAN CARD– I NEED IT NOW

#GRRRR #WOOF WOOF #IM GOING FERAL #mei talks

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honestly literally the only goal i have is to become someone’s favourite fic writer like if that ever happens i will be happy

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Can i request a drabble of gn Mc and  leviathan awkwardly use each other to learn how to/practice kissing and end up making out passionately until their mouths are sore.

# practice makes perfect

feat. leviathan

summary. two nerds learn how to kiss

cw. suggestive 

author n. asjfn i rlly do feel like they probably did this in canon...very in character...

leviathan.

cool hands nervously made their way down to your hips, gently bringing you closer.

“i-is this okay..?” levi asked in a hushed voice, scared he might ruin the moment. you nodded, bringing yourself down to sit on his lap. your warm hands traced a path from his arms all the way to his face, cupping it softly.

leaning in to close the gap between the both of you, your inexperience was quickly made known. you weren’t too sure of what to do after making contact, slowly pulling back you looked at levi nervously, wordlessly asking for help. he fortunately got the hint and took over. pulling you back in, his lips moved somewhat clumsily against yours.

levi had completely gotten lost in the taste of you, he hadn’t realize he was letting out soft moans into the kiss. his grip on your hips tightened a little, out of nervousness you presumed.

pulling away for air, you noticed the glazed look in levi’s eyes. full of lust and half lidded, letting what he just did sink in. once it finally did, the light pink that dusted his cheeks darkened.

“can…can we do that again?” levi broke the silence once more, his voice with a bit more confidence. with a half smile, you pulled him back in. the kiss was a little more rougher, more passionate. both of you were getting impatient and the need and desire for each other only grew more unbearable.

levi wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body closer to his in hopes of relieving the insatiable need to have you impossibly closer. your hands tangled themselves further into his once neat hair. you could feel your lips bruising from levi nipping at them occasionally, but you didn’t care. you wanted him, more than anything.

pulling away once again, you let out jagged breaths.

“levi, can we take this further…?”

#hot #HOT #HOTEJEBKEHEKE #i love levi #he’s so #UVSJSVEKSHSKS #omrecs

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this gif has a chokehold on me i’m not even lying THEYRE SO HOT FUCK

#creaming #i am a simp #how’d you guess #mei talks #obey me

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also i wanna make another req i hope that's ok, I've made like 3 reqs already 😭 can I request giving super shy virgin leviathan a blowjob and he's like rlly sensitive too hngmfmggmnfnf

[500 special : Hunie Cam Studio]

that’s completely ok! i appreciate all of the requests, it makes me happy to see everyone so enthused! (mainly bc i never have my requests open lol).

but hNNNN- sensitive levi is EVERYTHING! it’s canon that he’s still a virgin despite living for so long lolol. it’s canon bc i said so 💕.

— please read tags, for some reason my cw section isn’t showing all triggers.

[ ☾ ] — ❝FIRSTS FOR EVERYONE❞ : 18+

☾ pairing : sub!shy!virgin!leviathan x gn!dom!reader.

☾ cw : 18+ / mdni, 200+ words, virginity loss kind of, blowjobs, praise, tease reader.

Levi’s moans are stifled by the back of his hand. He still couldn’t believe the scene in front of him. His mind was clouded, and yet he’s still able to ask himself: how and when did you get between his legs and begin sucking him off?

He whimpers when he feels you let go with a “pop”, only for you to say, “You’re doing so good, Levi.” a kiss is planted on the top of his rosy cock, “I love the feeling of your cock in my mouth~..”

He feels a shiver go down his spine from your intense gaze, the hand he has in your hair tightening when he feels you go down on his cock once more.

“I-I like y-your mouth t-too..” he hums, “W-warm..~”

“For your first time, you’re taking it so well..~” you cooed, giving light strokes to the sides of his cock with your fingertips whilst sucking on the head of his cock— tongue swirling around.

You let out a small hum, enjoy the taste of his precum coating your tongue.

You were teasing him to no end, he knew that. It only made his face brighten to a darker shade of pink. You insisted that it was because it’s his first time, you wanted to make sure he savored the moment~.

#i’ve been on a roll with levi #he’s so cute #so subby #so pretty #ANYWAYS GOOD SOUP #omrecs

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masturbation | demon brothers

there’s technically no pairings but since theyre just thinking about the reader,, wait would they be? idk but i hate belphies but i really dont wanna go back and redo it or leave him out so,,

pairing(s): lucifer X reader, mammon X reader, leviathan X reader, satan X reader, asmodeus X reader, beelzebub X reader, belphegor X reader.

warning(s): nsfw, slight begging on lucifer’s, overstim & use of toys on mammon’s, use of toys on levi’s, use of the term “master” & handcuffs on satan’s, use of toys on asmo’s along with him being weird (per usual), pillow humping on beel’s.

— luci : nothing too spicy; he usually just locks his door at 3am on a saturday night and jerks one out using his hands wishing they were yours.

lucifer grunted as his toes curled, sheets bunching under him. he could feel his balls tightening, his pants growing more frequent, and his moans trying to grow louder. “f-fuck, oh, shit, shit!” he moaned rather loudly as he came, the ribbons landing on his thighs and stomach.

he sighed, looking at the mess he made, then thought about how it would look if you were there to help him clean up. “oh, (y/n), p-please,” he mumbled as he took ahold of his cock once more. “please, i-i need you, please,,, touch my cock.”

— mammon : masochist mammon™️ that’s really it. he either edges himself for hours on end or makes himself cum for hours on end, no in between.

“(y/n), y’er gonna make me cum again, please i ain’t- fuck!” mammon moaned out as he came for the fourth time, the vibrator in his ass at max speed along with his hand still pumping his cock as fast as it could.

mammon thought of you calling him a good boy for taking this so well, a moan bellowing through his room as his free hand came down and adjusted the vibrator. he gasped as he came again due to the vibe brushing his prostate. “(y/n)!”

he whimpered quietly as he continued to jerk himself off, turning on his side and holding the vibrator against his prostate. “it’s gettin’ to be too much~” mammon panted as his other hand started squeezing his balls, causing his legs to start shaking. “gotta cum again,,, f-for (y/n).”

— levi : babi otaku definitely has plenty of toys like tentacles YES I WANT THIS TO BE CANON and pocket pussies of his favorite waifus.

levi’s legs shook as he stood on his knees, a vibrating cock ring on along with a glass tentacle toy in his ass. “fuck,” he groaned, falling forward and reaching behind him to take ahold of the glass toy. he started moving it in and out, causing him to bite his lip.

he shoved his face into the mattress to try and silence his moans and whines. “(y/n),” levi panted, turning his head to the side. “i wish this was you, oh f-fuck~”

his whines grew more frequent as he sped up the toy, it repeatedly hitting his prostate. “need to cum, fuck please i need to cum. it feels so good in my~” levi let out a gargled moan. “my ass. mm p-please.”

— satan : no one can tell me satan doesn’t read spicy romance and create masturbation scenarios where it’s you and him recreating it. im making a scene up cause i dont read books besides fanfic and manga at this point

“y-yeah, i’ll be your good boy, (y/n).” satan said while laying on his back, one hand cuffed to his headboard while the other held a pocket pussy on his cock. he gently bucked his hips, moaning quietly as his head tilted back and hand pulled against the restraint.

satan bit his lip and imagined you shunning him for moving without your permission. “sorry, master,” he moaned as his hand started to move the toy quickly. “t-too fast, please, oh~”

he mewled to himself as he continued at the unforgiving pace, panting and thrusting his hips. he knew if you were there you’d call the sight pitiful; and that kept him going. “cum, cum, cum!” satan chanted as he came into the toy.

satan’s head was resting against the headboard as he looked down at the toy starting to leak. “fuck, if only.”

— asmo : fuckin’ hell he’s a mirror masturbator. like,,, that’s the one thing that’s consistent with him.

asmo licked his top lip seductively as he looked at himself in the mirror. he glanced down to see his cock hitting his stomach as he bounced to the toy. he moaned, arching his back.

“mm, i look amazing like this, if only (y/n) was here to share the moment.” asmo leaned forward, putting one hand on the ground and the other jerking his cock in time with his bounces.

asmo’s breathing started to grow shallow and he started clenching around the toy. “fuck, i’m gonna cum (y/n). don’t you wish~” he moaned, watching his cum shoot onto the mirror. “you were here to witness the beautiful scene?”

— beel : pillow humper cause gahdamn he’d go feral if he even got a feeling of your hole(s). and since he shares a room with belphie & he’s terrified one of his brothers but mainly you will walk in on him, he’s learned to keep quiet. [but for this we gonna toss that out the window]

beel’s hips were thrusting as fast and as hard as they could. it wasn’t everyday that he had to dorm to himself. usually, he’d have to hold in everything, but, the poor baby hated it so much.

his arms were wrapped around the pillow under him to keep it in place as he humped it. “f-feels so good,” he moaned. “(y/n),,, fuck please.”

he sat up on his knees, wrapping his fist around his cock and fucking his hand. beel’s moans were echoing off the walls of his shared room as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. “i-i’m cumming!” beel cried out as he came all over the pillow, panting.

he bit his lip in thought. the others wouldn’t be back for another hour,,, beel swallowed and hunched over the pillow again. “once more won’t hurt, i guess.”

— belphie : since he sleeps most of the time, he just relies on wet dreams to get him off, but when those don’t work he just sleepily plays with himself.

belphie gnawed on his sleeve to keep himself quiet as his other hand worked on his cock. “mm, (y/n), i wish you were here to do this for me,” he mumbled, his eyes half closed.

he sped his hand up slightly, gasping. belphie whimpered and turned on his side. he grabbed his pillow and shoved his face into it, moaning as his hand sped up even more. he slowed down to catch his breath, starting to feel sleepy again.

he spit out his sleeve, moving that hand so both of them were jerking him off. “i-it feels so good~” he let out a tired mewl while he came. belphie gently panted as he placed his head comfortably on his pillow. without even bothering to clean up, he fell asleep again.

other obey me! works.

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#frothing #drooling #IDK WHAT #but this is so hot #fucK???? #omrecs

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levi has really been on my mind recently… he just might be one of my favourites now >:)

#mei talks

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Hidden Desires

"Has anyone seen MC? I can't find them anywhere in the house!" Mammon barged into then common room.

"MC went out half an hour ago. They said they wont be back for a while." Satan answered, not looking up from his book.

"Ugh the house is so boring without MC. I wanted to show them this new game." Levi tapped away on his phone.

Mammon plopped on the sofa annoyed. "What are they doing out there anyway?"

"Exploring the parts of Devildom they didn't before. I told them I wouldn't mind tagging along, but MC said Solomon was going too." Beel said, scratching his head.

"I'm supposed to be their protector! Why does that shady human have to go with them?!" Mammon stood up.

"Mammon, MC can handle themself. Don't you dare to try to go out hindering their trip." Lucifer looked up from the papers.

"Aren't you the one who put that tracking charm on MC when we visited the human world last year?" Belphie said. "Rather hypocritical of you."

Satan, Mammon and Levi chuckled at Lucifer's subtly popping on his forehead. "You better watch your words-"

"We're back!!" Asmo chimed as he walked in the door. "And I brought a guests!"

"So you just ask all your guests to carry your shopping bags home?" Solomon shook his head as he set down the many bags he was holding.

Simeon smiled, "But shopping was rather fun. We even brought some things for MC. Are they back from their trip yet?"

Everyone stared at Solomon. "MC told me they went out with you!" Beel said, staring at the bags.

"What? No, MC said Lord Diavolo was taking them on a tour of the ancient forests?" Solomon said.

Lucifer immediately dialed up Diavolo's number. "Diavolo is MC with you?!"

"What? Right now? No Lucifer, didn't they tell you they are visiting that old bookstore with Satan and Simeon?" Diavolo's voice came through the loud speaker. And then everything was chaos.

"MC is fucking alone?!"

"What are they thinking?! Fuck that, where did they go?"

'Where could they even go?"

"Okay just think, what did they tell you last?! That might give us some ideas!"

"Oh shit. I think I know..." Asmo said lowly. "Oh sweet MC please tell me you didn't! Ahh!!" And then he rushed outside.

"Asmo, wait where are you-! Follow him!"

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"Oh..and what can I do for you darling?" The starry eyed Incubus looked you up and down and smiled smugly.

"Asmodeus said you offer a special... service. That you can change into other people?" You asked, nervous tingles running down your back.

"Shapeshifting, my dear. Yes it's one of my many qualities." He smirked and extended his arm towards his room.

"The magic can be strengthened if you brought some essense of the person you'd like me to change into."

"I have it. And the required Grimm too." You raised your bag to show him and walked inside, your cheeks burning.

"Oh darling, for someone like you I'd do it for free. The pleasure's also mine afterall." He sat you down on his bed and kneeled in front of you. "So who is the lucky being you desire?"

You offered him the essence, taking a deep breath. And then you said his name.

"Interesting choice, pretty one. Hope you enjoy this as much as I do." And with that he transformed. And you closed your eyes, feeling him push you back down on the bed.

Coming soon 💫

#LOVE THIS CONCEPT #cant wait for the follow up chapters #OH MY GODDDDDD #why do i have a picture of the incubus in my head #looks like levi but with sharp teeth a grin #ANYWAYS #omrecs

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GOT THIS LEVI UR CARD TODAY HEHEHE

#obey me #mei talks

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this whole conversation had me tripping like levi??? you good????

#this man #had a whole praise kink #i should write a smut about this #lmao #leviathan #obey me

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The teeth rotting fluff where all craving..

#THIS IS SO CUTE?????? #BARBATOS #OMG #i’m gonna cry

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*spoilers from ruri chan event*

excuse me???

#BAHAHAHAHAHA #this is way too funny #not simeon #pls

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Imagine the phrase 'Bite Me!' having a different meaning in devildom culture than in human's, more along a demand to be 'claimed' by them rather than telling them to piss off. Imagine telling Satan this in the middle of a fight and next thing you know are pinned in a angry make-out session against the bookshelves. Or, at RAD, getting angry at some demon and as soon you say 'Bite Me!', the hallway gets flooded and everyone else is washed away (and killed) as Admiral Levi demands an explanation.

[Started writing it. Had a breakdown. Went feral. Enjoy.

Grinding, Penetration, semi-public, AFAB reader, use of slut/whore/kitten/etc. as dirty talk on both sides,,, switches up in here babes

Also heads up it is long. VERY long. I am not joking with the long post tag.]

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It's been fifteen minutes, and Satan is still arguing with you about the answer to number five in Classic Devildom Literature.

"I'm telling you!" Satan repeats, louder this time, impassioned, "There's nuances here that you don't understand - the author might have been human, but she was a witch who consorted heavily with demons. This passage is meant to convey-"

You slam your hands down on the desk to shut him up. You don't even care about silence in the library anymore. No one's around.

"Bite! Me!" You snarl, shoving the books on the tabletop towards him.

A flash of moment, faster than you can process, and suddenly there's warmth in front of you, a scrape against the meat of your shoulder, the tender pressure that builds and swells into sharp relief, like a muscle being stretched -

He - He bit - Satan!

And before the words can escape your lips, he captures them with is own, the faint iron of your own blood lingering still in his mouth.

There's a stinging on your shoulder, not quite painful, but exposed, like wet skin against hot air.

You claw at him a moment, but his tongue darts at your lips, a hand on your chin coaxing your jaw open so he can slip in.

The little shit. You bite down on his tongue, hard, and watch in satisfaction as he pulls back, strands of blood-stained saliva stringing between his tongue and your lips.

His cock presses hard up against you, backed up against the bookshelf as you are. Satan's eyes are bright, wild with desire, and you can feel his heart pounding even past his clothing.

"I didn't think you'd want to do this here and now... but you know I'd always be ready for you, right?"

Ready for you? Something surges in your chest. Between your legs.

"You were hard the whole time we were arguing?"

It's almost freeing to say - your frustrations melts away, evaporating in the heat of his eyes on yours, a predator's fevered gaze devoid of malice.

"Don't pretend you didn't know," Satan purrs, leaning in to kiss at the bite mark in your shoulder, "You asked for it."

The urge to grind against him is overwhelming, nagging, but...

"You know that's a rhetorical thing, right? Bite me doesn't literally mean that I want you to put your mouth on my body."

His face looks flushed. He cannot be embarrassed about this.

"I - I thought you - " He avoids your gaze. "Bites like that, they're... for mating."

"And?" You raise a brow at him, fingers tapping impatiently against his chest.

Satan licks his lips, "Lust demons can do it at will, but all demons can secrete aphrodisiacs when they intend to take a mate. Usually in the form of saliva... or venom."

You'd been annoyed at him earlier, too - it hadn't just gone away. Son of a -

"Bitch!" You hiss, feeling the heat pooling at your core. It's his stupid venom and it's working.

Running your eyes over his handsome form, the beautiful curve of his face, his fair lips and elegant nose -

"Allow me," He pants, "To make it up to you."

Oh no he doesn't.

With a swift shove, you send him stumbling back towards the table, and Satan allows it, because you pursue him the whole way, pinning his ass to the desk, letting him grind up against you even as he reaches back to grasp the desk for support.

Your hand comes up to thread fingers in his hair, brushing in warning.

"You'll make it up to me now," You say, without wasting a second.

"Beg."

Pupils dilate wildly with lust as Satan wails out a please, in the middle of the quiet library, while you press your hips into his.

You shove his jacket off his shoulders. Tug his sweater up and over his head while he's still speaking.

"Please - Please let me - " (it gets a bit muffled but you think you can hear a master in there) " - let me fuck you, please, I can make you feel so good, I swear - "

Wrenching his cock from underneath his pants - fuck, it's hot, throbbing, swollen hard in your hand.

"If you're done moaning like a whore," You purr, giving him a squeeze, getting another moan for your trouble, "Did you think you were going to fuck me like some common animal? You think you can just stick it in, no prep, is that it?"

He almost could. You're so wet at this point, but your cunt pulses hot and sore with eager need.

Satan shakes his head, he doesn't even speak - you feel long, nimble fingers play into your pants, under your panties, a single digit slipping over your slit -

Lurching forward, he gives something like a growl and a moan both at once, mouth wide open as it to devour, pressing himself into your chest. He'd be pinning you again if it weren't for the twist you give his cock.

Lurid green eyes stare up at you from beneath gold kissed lashes, glittering with need not unlike the sparks he works against your clit.

He works his middle finger against your entrance, slipping in without resistance, prizing a shuddering breath or two from you.

You want me too, Satan is too much of a gentleman to say. You want me so bad you could fuck yourself on my cock right now, if you weren't so incensed.

He doesn't say it, but he thinks it, and you can tell it already - with your other hand you claw marks against his exposed chest, tug his trousers even further down, leaving him nigh naked against the table in the middle of the library.

"Faster, you half-dressed whore," You hiss, "Don't make me wait."

Two fingers, swift, as easy as the first, and then three, pumping in and out for brief moments while you lean in hard enough to make him bend backward over the table, stroking his cock, thumbing his head carelessly as he groans.

You feel shivers building, the quake of pleasure gathering itself in your cunt when you snatch his hand and pull it back.

Satan meets your eyes this time as he licks his fingers, shirtless, shameless, fair hair and skin almost glowing in the bright study lights.

"You want to put your cock in me, you dirty little slut?"

He does. You both know he does.

"Please."

"Ready to fuck me in the library like a bitch in heat, are you?" He is, he is, your cunt is throbbing with the knowledge and the delicious stretch of his lean chest and abs bared to you, "Tell me how bad you want it."

His cheeks go pink but his cock is nearly twitching in your fingers.

“I’ll die.” Satan blurts out, staring at you like you are an oasis and he has been wading through a desert for an eternity, "If I can't put my cock in you right now I'll die, please, I'm begging you."

He's tearful, shuddering, as if sick with a fever. And the cure is in your cunt. Hehe.

“Cute,” You say, rubbing your thumb over the head of his cock, “But a bit dramatic. Points off for that.”

The groan he makes is choked, half-sobbing as your hand lets him loose, as you work your pants down.

"Please, please, I'll do anything you want, I swear it - "

"You'll already do anything I want, Satan," You purr at him, an irresistible noise that makes his heart quake in want, "Give me something more compelling."

Unintentionally, his hips buck forward, desperate for even a hint of friction.

He can smell you. He knows what he did to you, too, how much the lust must be building. Your heartbeat pounds as loud in his hears as his.

But you're asking for more. Of him, of Satan. How could he possibly deny you?

"I can make you feel so good," His voice is low, throaty; he watches you shiver at the sound of it, "If you let me, I'll make you cum your fucking brains out."

"Yeah?" You rock your hips against him, just once, brief, sweet torment to you both, "Then we'd both be dumb whores fucking in the library. Have you forgotten where we were?"

Entirely.

"I don't give a shit." He nearly hisses, "Please - please - I swear, you won't regret it - "

Satan can't stop his other hand that darts out to grasp you by your hips, pull you into him again; you groan at the contact, cunt dripping all over him.

"Slut," You accuse, breathless, "You brainless little bitch."

A hand in his hair, and another guiding his cock upright, fingers trembling with anticipation as he can feel your pussy quivering above him, is all the confirmation he needs.

"Your little bitch," agrees Satan, lifting you by your thighs up against him, "I'll be your fucktoy, so please, use me."

He scoots himself back to sit up on the table, settling your legs to straddling him on either side, opened wide to let his cock flop up against you.

You moan, clenching your hand in his hair, and he knows he's done right, the swell of arousal pulsing in his dick.

Even when your hand rubs him against your cunt, he doesn't complain.

You burn against him, every touch seems to send the pulse in his cock alight like a live wire, he has to clutch at you, desperately, leaving marks in your thighs to stop himself from fucking into you - he'd agreed to be your toy, after all.

As long as you use him, he can bear it. Probably.

The fingers stroking him say otherwise. "You did," You nearly moan, leaning forward to laugh in his ear, "You whipped your dick out in the library... you're really going to fuck me here, aren't you?"

"Please," The word feels lost to him now, devoid entirely of meaning, a filler noise, "Please, if you'll let me."

Your hand, soft, hot, deliciously slippery with his own precum, stroking so smooth and so fast, drawing pleasure along his cock, more and more of it.

"Nnnnnhhh," the vocalizations hum through his throat, "Hhh - ah! -haaaaaaahhhh..."

"Is this how you sound when you touch yourself?" Satan hears you ask, distantly, beyond the oncoming swell you diligently draw out of him with each pump of his cock, "You hum and whimper and whine like this when you jerk your pretty cock, you whore?"

He can barely choke out a whimper in response, bucking his hips presses him forward, just a bump against your clit, and you nearly shriek back at him.

"Fuck!" It's too hard, just like the delicious press of his fingertips into your hips.

You grind in again, feeling the pleasure well where your clit rubs up against him, slick and swollen, flesh against flesh; fuck, fuck, it's so good - another press, harder, harder, and it's just not enough, cunt clenching and thighs shaking your body screams, more, more -

And you watch him because how couldn't you; he's so fucking gorgeous while he loses his mind trying to stay still while you barely fuck him.

Each grind leaves your legs trembling but you watch his breathing speed up, choke up, hear his noises trembling in his chest, gasping and whining and finally nearly sobbing in pleasure as you fuck his cock.

"Nnnn - nnnnnh - ahhh, fuck - f-fuck - ahhh! - " He cries between sounds, sounding every bit the wanton, and it's the show he makes with those perfect parted lips and glorious, heaving chest that keeps you from shoving yourself straight onto his dick.

Fuck, you want him, you want him so bad your cunt is fucking throbbing, madly, your hands clutch at him just so you don't throw them in frustration as you hold yourself still for his noises.

"What's that?" You heave, chuckling until your next rut brings the head of his cock in a flush slide against your clit; you still manage to say, "Fucked you completely - ah, hhn - brainless, have I?"

God, his face. He's so fucking beautiful, so gone, all his eyes can focus on are you and his hands shake with his obedience, but Satan doesn't pounce.

"My," You pant, pressing yourself hard against him, until he starts to babble, "My mindless little fucktoy, fuck, you're so good - so - so good for me-"

He's completely incoherent now, blinking tears that streak down his perfect face, and you could stare at it for hours now, how his eyes still try to catch yours even when he speaks nonsense.

"AH! nnn - ahhnnn nnnnhhhh - nnnnnn," Satan's mouth stays wide, panting, with your next pair of grinds, but he almost manages - "nnn y-you - nnnhhh - ghhgh - nuhhh - nya - "

Oh, what was that?

You pull back, you snatch your hand away from his dick that instant, and tug him in by the hair as wild emerald eyes search your with frantic need.

"Repeat that." It's not like he was completely lost, otherwise he'd have started fucking you already.

But it takes him a moment, and it's not even clear if he knows what you're on about - "Y-you," he almost seems to test, and babbles through the rest clumsily, "nnnng - gggh - nuh -"

"Nya~" You almost leer at him, and there's enough left in him to turn bright red as you laugh.

"Go on, say it again!" Clutching at his cock, you command him, "Meow for me. Do it! Do it, you slut!"

The rise and fall of his chest enraptures you, how he's barely holding back from bucking into your hand, helpless and full of desperate energy.

Satan lurches forward, lips half-parted as he brings his face close to yours, heavy breaths ghosting over your cheek as those enchanting eyes water, and his desire couldn't be more obvious:

It's written in those vivid green eyes, in his movements, so plainly; he wants a kiss.

"Nnn," He mumbles, "N...nya..."

Giddy with your victory, you lunge in to devour him, only to find his kiss just as desperate; a smear of pressing lips, his mouth opening wide for you as he salivates for you, tongue darting in to taste, to press into your cheek, to weave against your own, full of frenetic energy.

When you draw back, he whimpers, he's so fucking cute, your hand on his face clenches, digging tightly into soft skin and Satan leans into it.

"N-nya?" He manages in a breathless whimper, and when you peck him and pull back again he sobs out another.

"Nnnnh - nya, nya, nyaaa ahhhh - "

"It's okay, kitty," You whisper to him wickedly, "You keep meowing, I'll give you what you want."

You let his cock rest against you, and curl your hand around it at the base, squeezing tightly and drawing your hand all the way up in exactly the way you know he loves.

"Nya... nya, nya.... nya..." Satan whines in time with your strokes.

Beneath you, his legs tense, his hands squeezing, kneading the meat of your hips just hard enough to make you shiver.

"You like that?" You kiss the corner of his mouth, his cheek, to murmur in his ear.

Mindlessly his mouth is open, mewling, and his tongue draws along your cheek in an inexplicably sweet gesture that makes you laugh.

"You wanna cum, kitty? Is that what you need?"

You feel him hum, "Nya - nya!" completely devoid of dignity, bucking into your hand in need.

Each noise gets higher, more drawn out, a litany that pleads in sound alone, trembling with his frame at the approaching climax.

A heat seizes you like a fever, the sounds he makes warbling through you, thrumming in your chest, between your legs, fuck, fuck, he's so beautiful like this.

Distantly you hear a shift, someone in faraway book stacks, but you're so far past caring.

If anything, you jerk him harder, make him more louder, more wanton than you've ever heard him. It's intoxicating.

"My cute little kitty slut, begging to cum in the middle of the library." You purr to him.

"Nnn, nya," The noise emerges from him, warped and warbled but recognizable still while he pants, heavy, and his cock throbs in your hand.

"Cum for me, then," You laugh, and he does.

A spurt coats his cock, your hand, his delicious abs in an instant, shameless, right in front of you.

Satan's too beautiful, so pretty like this, hair like spun gold sticking to his lovely pink face, those brilliant eyes normally so sharp are gleaming with tears, lurid with desire, wide and fucked out and still, he can't help himself.

His whole form is bared to you, the lean, faintly muscled chest, narrow waist and hips, toned thighs he'd sat you on and the delectable curve of his red-flushed cock beneath your fingers.

Your hand fists in his hair, jerking his head back as you descend on the pale skin of his throat bared to your teeth.

That you'd chosen to mark him back is all he needs. The feeling of you on his neck brings him back to life, the bite tugging him back down from the brilliant high.

He grounds himself in the feeling of you against him, your heart racing with your chest pressed against his, the arousal he can smell and feel, thick and ready for him.

Satan doesn't waste a second longer; lifting you by your haunches, lining you up right above him as your arms warp around him in return.

The wet, slick embrace of your cunt draws a painful bolt of pleasure through him, but the fit is perfect and he can't help but groan, overstimulation fading away as his cock grows hard, swelling once again as he looks at your face, hears you moan.

It sends his heart aflutter, or it would, if he could feel anything past the now insistent throb where he's buried inside you.

Your head slides over his shoulder, avoiding his gaze as your arms reach up to cling to him.

He feels the soft brush of your hair against his cheek and has to hold back a sigh as he sinks home and grinds hard on your poor, aching clit.

Nails dig into his back, sharp and chilling on hot, sweaty flesh. Endearing scrapes, cooling, refreshing.

"Oh? Who's the kitty now? Scratching me up like that..."

You don't answer him, squirming weakly for more stimulation, but your thighs are tired and shaking.

Cackling, Satan nuzzles himself into your neck, nipping wet and gentle against fragile skin as he bounces you on his dick.

"You know," He croons, "You were meowing at me, too, weren't you?"

A groan is his only response, the delicious sting of your clawing at his back.

Snapping his hips up into you again, he licks at the underside of your jaw, "It was cute... you don't want to do it again?"

Your whimper, the blush on your cheeks as you look away, sends his senses alight, frozen, ears trained on the sound of your racing heart, eyes fixed on the gorgeous creature before him, catching your scent, feeling you clench in want for him -

How you'd looked at him just after he'd cum.

Satan leaves his cock buried deep, drawing one hand over your hip to hold you in place.

"Do it for me?" He snarls because he needs it, but he wants you to need it just as much.

He feels you, he feels you, warm and solid against him, thrumming blood and slick skin and trembling, clenching around him, and it feels like heaven - what will you sound like?

Your cunt is soaked to the touch, long since dripping and swollen in need, and his fingers flit along familiar folds, drawing along you to catch the slickness before they descend on your clit.

And yes, oh yes, if your touch was divine, then the way you howl at the sparks of pleasure his touch ignites is utter primal delight, feral and fervent and filling his awareness until nothing else remains.

A push of his thumb, "Meow for me, pet," He murmurs in your ear, "I'll make it worth your time."

Whimpering, you shiver helplessly, unable even to buck into him.

"You can do it. Nya~" Satan strokes over your hip possessively, the delicious swell of your rounded flesh bared to his touch, "You'll feel so good."

Another drag across your clit, he feels you clench around him, and then your frame relaxes, melting against him as you whine out what he wants to hear.

"Nnn... nya..." You sniff in a sob, and he pulls back to cup your face, perfect and tearstained, eyes glazed in lust, cheeks hot for him, unable to even avoid his gaze.

"Pretty little human," He breathes, because you are.

Never in his life, ever, has he seen anything as beautiful as your eyes meeting his with hesitation, lashes fluttering, your darling expression bashful and wanting as you meow for him again, meekly.

It's as if the air surrounding him is charged, heavy with an overwhelming thrill that shoots through him at the sight, urges him forward with your every sound.

If he doesn't fuck you right now, he'll die. If he can't see your face when you cum, why is he even alive?

He holds himself close and grinds gently; you quiver around him but you need more, more than this, and he'll give it to you, he will.

"I have you," He soothes, "My lovely human pet, my kitten, don't cry. I have you."

Satan hums soft noises at you as he flips your exhausted body so you can rest on your back, never pulling out, covering your prone form with his own as he tears open your shirt.

For him alone to see; his hands roam your chest to massage and caress, but anyone who catches a glimpse will see only him taking his own.

Another sniff, a sob, a needy meow; he kisses your tear away and his hand returns to stroke tender circles over your clit as he draws back to thrust in.

The next noise he draws from you is a gasp of pleasure, breaking in your throat into a moan, and he could cum just from it.

"Beautiful," He purrs, stroking your clit in time with his thrusts, measured but heavy, "Tell me who's the kitty, now?"

The sound intoxicates him, the wet slap of his cock through you, the little whimpers you make for him, your expression at the edge of bliss, so ready to melt - every urge inside him lit aflame, words soaring from his lips with fevered, delirious intensity.

"Tell me?" Satan purrs with a wicked delight, "Who's my sweet little kitty slut? Who's meowing for my cock?"

Delight courses through him at how your eyes wince closed, even as you clench around him in feverish need, so close, you're so close -

The next thrust, he draws so far back he's almost out and you wail in frustration, your limp form jerking with sheer need.

Satan catches your eyes barely slipping open, only to see him staring straight down at you, watches you moan under the intensity of his gaze, looking away instantly.

It's all you can do to angle your hips, just a little bit more, brush up against his cock so unexpectedly that he nearly thrusts back in on reflex.

"Nya..." You wheeze, weakly, and you're so cute.

Just like a cat, you want to have your cake and eat it. It's too endearing. His heart is about to thud out of his chest already.

Satan laughs. "All right."

He leans in so close that your face is only inches away, impossible to avoid his eyes. He lines up his cock with you, presses your clit down with a gentle tap of his dripping thumb.

"Is it you?" He asks. You're only more enchanting up close. "Are you my cute little kitty slut? You want my cock so bad you're whining and meowing for it?"

Those gorgeous eyes wince closed, but you nod, almost feverishly, and the arms on his shoulders, long since limp, pull him closer -

And his limit is reached completely.

He presses his lips to yours as he drives into you in one smooth motion, catching your clit against his thumb and rubbing in the short, perfectly timed strokes that never fail to draw you towards the edge you're already flirting with.

The heat of your body burning into him, your hands clutching against his shoulders, how you squeeze him in anticipation as you cry out; he spirals, weightless, flicking his hips forward as he glides into you.

You cry out with every thrust; pleasure courses sharp and eager inside you, rising up to meet his touch on your clit that consumes your awareness.

Your whole world, reduced to the delicious friction of him inside you, the throb of euphoria that pulses against your clit, sparks of pleasure that flicker from existence until he thrusts deep and his thumb rubs you faster and faster and then the sparks ignite into ecstatic heat.

And it feels like you're being taken midair, the heated lust within bubbling, dissipating as if you're dissolving into the air yourself, like you're made of the flames that consume your being and pull, insistently, with every thrust between your legs.

You don't even notice the noise in you ears past the rush of air through your throat, how your face heats in the breathless bliss of release.

No, your moans could be echoing through the library for everyone to hear, and you'd know nothing but Satan's smile, his eyes, in front of you.

The drip leaking between your legs. How your chest heaves as he stays buried in you, his careful fingers nursing your clit through the aftershocks.

With that expression of awe and nearly maniacal delight, Satan looks like he's found god.

Heh. The thought brings you back, to the hard table, beneath the warm, naked body of your lover, your chest bared to the air -

"Wh- fuck, SATAN!"

"We did," He agrees, like an ass, but he's not stupid.

He pulls himself out, dragging a moan from you on the way, which he smirks at. It earns him a smack on the shoulder, but he looks perfectly pleased with himself anyways.

Satan draws you up with him, snatching his discarded jacket from the tabletop to wrap around you.

He even lets your eyes linger a moment or two on his nude form, fuck, how was he still so hot after he'd been utterly fucked out - and then changes right into his demon form, fully clothed.

You stare at him, unimpressed.

"What?" Satan raises a brow, adjusting his collar so the bite mark you'd left on his neck is visible.

He looks so completely and utterly pleased with himself; it's adorable, it's infuriating. You kinda want to fuck him again.

That can wait, though.

"Next time," You say, staring the demon down in his handsome face, thinking back on just how he'd looked when meowing for you - it makes him blush.

"I bite you first."

#damn #hot damn #satan #drooling rn #omrecs

[belphiesaurus]

‘The morning after…’ When I saw the UR+ animation this would not leave my head. NSFW version available on my twitter @/hideoutpastel

[belphiesaurus]

Instead of cockwarming let's do clitwarming where i lazily suck and cradle your clit in my mouth like a pretty candy and savor it as noisily as possible 😇👅