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beelzebub nsfw headcanons ft. oral fixations

warnings* 18+ content ahead, minors dni

tags* male!reader, reader has a dick, no pronouns mentioned, beelzebub has a serious oral fixation, reader is implied to have one as well, size difference kink is pretty prevalent as well

notes* i have a pretty bad oral fixation and beel is a bad influence on me so i decided to write abt it lmao.

Beel's oral game is no joke; it's something you assumed due to his gluttonous predisposition but when you first had sex with him it simply on a whole other level. Whether it was your first time or not, Beel is hellbent on sucking you off while prepping your hole. That was fine and all but what you didn't expect was to come twice just from his mouth alone, not even to mention him eating you out halfway through the prep.

His mouth is everywhere at once: licking, sucking, biting, anything to keep his mouth preoccupied and keeping you feeling good. Your thighs are absolutely covered in bite marks and hickies before he even gives the rest of your body any sort of attention. It isn't until your hole is puffy and stretched out enough to even handle half of him that he relents and makes his way upwards. His tongue is lapping up a trail up your skin, only for his mouth to stop at your chest.

Giving head is absolutely Beel's favorite thing to do; but his second favorite? It hands down goes to marking every inch of your chest and making your nipples so puffy, red and sensitive your body flinches just when they get rubbed. The heavy bite marks he leaves around your nape and neck are also something he heavily enjoys; he likes seeing the marks the next morning while you're drowning in one of his massive shirts, barely awake enough to get embarrassed at just how marked your body is.

He loves kissing your swollen lips, tongues fighting for control while spit dribbles down the side of your mouth. The hazy, barely there look you give him while heaving for air makes his chest feel warm and fuzzy. Breathing in your moans while you struggle to fill your oxygen deprived lungs is also a nice feeling as well.

Beelzebub is huge, probably the biggest out of any of the brothers and you both are very aware of it. Even after all the prep in the world, it always ends the same way depending on just how far-gone you are. Even just the head alone leaves your eyes watery and gasping for wobbly breathes of air. He can only go about halfway into you before you're hiccupping at just how full you are. You're always overstimulated just with half of him inside of you; especially since you've already came from just the prep. Beel doesn't want to hurt you so he usually settles with only about halfway, never fully entering you. He's okay with it though; the way his name falls from your lips and how you're sobbing about just how good your feeling always makes up for it.

Keeping up with Beel is nearly impossible; you feel bad about it but your stamina isn't even half of what his is and your body can only take so many orgasms before you start to shut down. You always end up feeling guilty since you never feel like you've fully satisfied him but he always reassures you that giving you pleasure is the greatest turn on that can never leave him unsatisfied. Even if it stops at just foreplay or jerking each other off, he's happy to just give you anything you need. He's never admitted it, but he actually really enjoys wearing you out. Again, he'd never want to push you too far but it does make him feel good to know that he's pleasured you enough to bring you to your limit. He's very much a service top in a way.

Beelzebub's greatest turn on? Anything to do with your mouth. If your conscious enough to leave marks on him during sex Beel lets out the most erotic of moans. You've never seen him come faster than after you've given him head; not much fit so you were left mainly licking the shaft and sucking on the tip but Beel looked like he'd never felt pleasure before. He was an absolute mess, eyes barely able to open while he covered his mouth to stop the embarrassingly load moans he was letting out. He usually gets hard if you're eating anything like a popsicle or a hotdog but he also seems to be entranced when you're eating anything you yourself enjoy. You were starving and absolutely loving the bowl of cereal you whipped up real quick? Beel's cock is twitching in his pants while he tried real hard not to stare at the pleased expression you've got.

If you're a tiddie enjoyer than Beel is very much for it. Just groping it makes him blush up to his neck but if you decide to mark it up just like he does with you? Might become his favorite pastime. He does get a little embarrassed over it and since he does go to the gym often, he requests that the marking not be done too often since he does shower there. However, if you're particularly into it, he'll allow it after some getting use to and wear the marks with pride.

Beel is the perfect person to cuddle with; his body swallows yours easily and he's just like a personal heater on cold nights. What you weren't expecting was to like this fact so much and neither was Beel at first. He just adores at how he's so much bigger than you in every way. One night, while cuddling up to you, he found himself hard and unable to do anything because you were sleeping so peacefully in front of him. His hands just fit so well on your waist and even better on your ass; it didn't make matters any better that the hand holding his disappeared when he clenched around it. When you did happen to wake up and was in the mood enough to help him out (despite barely being awake, he noted), your efforts did anything but calm him down. Your cock was just so much smaller than his when you put them together and both of your hands could barely wrap around both of them. He ended up doing all the work that night, his one hand alone enough to bring the both of you to a swift climax. Ah, but you just had to mention the size difference while half-awake, hips jutting forwards to rub your cock against his as you attempted to milk the both of you for any last moments of pleasure. You didn't get to sleep much longer after that.

If you were into the idea, Beel would most certainly be down to be the bottom once in awhile. Not as much prep would need to be done and even he's thought about it on occasion. He thinks you would really be able to mark him up and enjoy yourself to your hearts content; it would even solve the issue of you feeling guilty for not giving him enough pleasure. The stamina issue would still be a bit of a problem but foreplay can easily solve that issue.

Speaking of stamina, Beelzebub has only ever been worn out and fully bottomed out on one occasion. It just so happened that you drank something that you shouldn't have that night and it also just so happened that what you drank was an aphrodisiac. It was as if your body was on fire, cock dribbling at the tip just from the thought of your ass getting spread wide by Beel's massive cock. You felt no pain that night and practically pounced Beel the moment you had saw him; he was very hesitant at first and was going to bring you to Satan to try and figure it out but seeing you in pain from the need alone made him reconsider. He was overwhelmed at how tight your ass was, swallowing him whole with ease. It didn't matter how long you two were going at it for, you just seemed to only get more and more turned on the more you came and milked him for all he had. It wasn't until he jolted awake the next morning that he realized he was the one to pass out this time.

Needless to say, you were so sore that morning that you couldn't move properly for days. Beel, the sweetheart he is, said that he had to take responsibility and took care of you the entire time. If you needed to get up he would simply carry you where you needed to go. He made sure to prepare you your favorite meals and made sure to apply ointment on all the marks he happened to leave that night so they would heal nicely. You have thought about taking an aphrodisiac again just so you could take him entirely once more but Beel was super against it since your body was in such horrible shape afterwards. If you're persistent enough, he might go to Solomon about making a potion that would lessen the pain and heighten the pleasure without having you so out of it that you go past your limits.

ao3 *** about me

#obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me male reader #obey me male mc #obey me beel x reader #obey me beelzebub #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me #obey me reader #obey me mc #obey me x mc #obey me headcanons #obey me beelzebub x mc #obey me beel x you #obey me beelzebub x you #male reader #usernu11

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okay ive calmed down

some thoughts on the website content dropped today

The brothers true feelings

honestly i don't know why i wasn't thinking of this in the first place. i mean, of course a lot of the brothers would feel absolutely terrible falling. we know mammon looked up to lucifer a lot and has stated many times that he was with lucifer the whole way through when it came to his decision. he might be really trying to be there for his brothers and that's why he's not crying on his image. i'm really curious as to how he handles everyone, since it seems like he'll be butting heads with those that aren't happy with the outcome of their choice. i'm also curious how he'll deal with satan.

lucifer oh lucifer, where did your pride take you? i'm curious what his quote is talking about and honestly i can only assume that its dealing with lucifer and lilith. i mean, of course he feels terrible for keeping the lilith issue a secret, but i think what hurts the most early on is the fact that he had to tell his grieving brothers that they were to follow diavolo and that their eldest brother they risked it all for seemingly is completely on diavolos side. it must hurt all the more since the last person they were loyal to hurt them in the worst way possible.

levi and asmo seem miserable lol. i'm honestly really curious why them in particular seem to be regretting their choice? did they not know they would fall? it did seem like, at least in the flash back in lesson 15-16, that even lucifer wasn't aware he was a demon at first until it was pointed out to him. maybe they didnt realize the consequences would be so permanent? i wonder if they feel mislead, since they seem to hate it in the devildom.

satan!!! omg!!! satan!!! how you're the most i want to learn about!! i knew he didn't get along well with the brothers at first, especially since he came at a really traumatic time. if i had to guess, the person he'll probably have the most contact with is mammon and lucifer since they seem like the ones who take control while everyone goes through the motions. maybe the reason he's so into cats is cause he was lonely and the only ones who really 'got' him and gave him comfort were the strays :(

beel!!! my beloved don't cry :( !! his quote is definitely because he's absolutely guilt ridden about his 'choice' and how he feels that he chose belphie over lilith when he should have saved both. the fact that i still think his sin plays directly into his feelings and how he's probably absolutely ravenous because the guilt eats away at him constantly. he's totally gonna be really protective during this time as well, especially when it comes to belphie. talking about belphie-

belphie, oh how i want so much for you. his quote clearly indicates that he'll be struggling with how the pin the 'blame', whether it be his father or the humans or maybe someone else? himself? i really wouldn't mind if he's still his little shitter self, i just want better for him and his characterization!! i don't want another lesson 16, i want him to go through the motions!! and i want him to fight with beel!!! i feel strongly about this honestly, i get they have a twin thing going on and i adore it but they have moments where they're 'i'm my own person' and this needs to be one of these moments!! if belphie is gonna have another 'ew humans' moment with mc there then i need beel and honestly, the brothers, to have some push back on his actions and to TALK ABOUT IT. PLEASE. TALK ABOUT HOW HE'S COPING UNHEALTHILY.

Going through the motions

i love obey me, i love the brothers. what im abt to rant about is because i love the series so much and i really really don't want the same mistakes to be made. honestly, i would love if throughout a good majority of the game, the brothers to be dealing with a GOOD majority of their trauma and to still be going through it when we get sent back to the present. i want it to be ugly, gross and painful and i want to feel what i SHOULD HAVE felt during lesson 16. i want to feel the brothers struggling to come to terms with their own decisions, thoughts and differing opinions when it comes to major life altering decisions.

MC and their impact

i'm actually pretty okay with MC going back in time, I feel like there will be a lot of opportunities for more time for some of the other datables and side characters since the brothers will absolutely be a little busy dealing with everything going on. it's also really nice that we can, at least, comfort them even if it won't mean anything in the long term, they definitely deserve it :( . I'm a liiiittle worried they might try and have it affect the main, current storyline which would make the already messy timeline situation even messier in my opinion. i wouldn't mind like, an event or some mentions but reaaaaally just want the second game to be about making the characters have a more deeper characterization since the format and ever increasing cast makes it a little hard.

#obey me nightbringer #obey me! nightbringer #predictions #obey me #spoilers?

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Y'all gonna love THIS ⬇️⬇️⬇️

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HOLY SHIT THE NIGHTBRINGER WEBSITE??????? WE GO BACK IN THE PAST AND MAKE PACTS WITH THEM DIRECTLY AFTER THE FALL????? IM SO EXCITED AAAAH THE GRAPHICS LOOK SO GOOD BUT THEY'RE SO SAD MY BOYS DONT CRY

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Please Believe Me

Belphegor betrayed his brothers, he betrayed the lasting memory of his late sister, but more importantly; he betrayed you.

warnings* mentions of death; chapter 16 spoilers

tags* gn!reader, no pronouns mentioned, not proof read, angst, possible ooc belphegor

notes* this has been cooking up for weeks as a concept but got an opportunity to post due to an event goin on over on twitter

The thing that Belphegor feared the most was the possibility of you hating him.

You knew this for a fact; it's not like he made it hard to figure out anyway. He was insensately clingy when it came to you; always needing to be around you, touching you in some sort of way no matter how nicely you tried to tell him off. He was scared that you'd push him away for good; he needed to make sure that he was able to stay by your side. You knew this, the reason behind it, and yet. It pissed you off to no end.

He was scared? Belphegor, a powerful demon in his own right despite being the youngest, was scared of you? It was as if nothing had happened, as if it was always like everyone was always a big happy family. Even the rest of the brothers, they moved on as if it was nothing. You made a pact with him, got power over him, so that was it right? Everything was good, right?

"Belphegor, I'm trying to sleep." It was always when you were seconds away from drifting to sleep that Belphegor found himself wandering into your room and sliding into your bed. You were used the some of the brothers, mainly Mammon, cuddling up next to you at unreasonable times of the night. However, you always found yourself relaxing after waking up from their intrusion and drifting right back to dream land a little warmer and safer than before. That was never the case with Belphegor.

"Then go to sleep." The demons lithe fingers make their way around your waist, the tips digging into the fabric of your pajamas. The skin underneath where his hands lay raise and shivers at the contact. You wish he wouldn't get so close to you, you wish he would use his hands to make contact with you.

Your body always seizes and trembles when he's around but your temperature drops and your neck aches when you feel his hands on you. You know he can feel your body rejecting his entire being, and yet he still insists on this nightly ritual.

Sleep almost never comes until he forces it onto you, voice inches away as he sleepily chastises you about your poor sleeping habits. You only feel a sense of peace when his voice starts to feel farther and farther away until you think you're alone in your bed once more.

The first time it happened you were skeptically surprised that you hadn't dreamt about the awful memories of you meeting your end. You had tried to convince yourself that maybe you were overthinking the whole thing, that maybe you were suppose to have moved on and forgiven Belphegor. It took two more nights before you wised up, reminding yourself that these were demons; they might seem like family to you, but they were demons through and through.

You always woke up dreaming of the brothers. You woke up just when they all smiled at you, drowning you in love and comforting you awake. Your chest felt warm, but your mind was always icy cold. He was always there, in the background with a guilty look on his face. He was always murmuring apologies in between all of the ruckus, barely heard above the rest of the words flooding your senses.

Both you and Belphegor knew that he didn't deserve to be in those dreams and yet he conjured them up with himself in them anyway.

A coward, that's what you thought of him after the third night. You always glared at him when the dream appeared, never focusing on the brothers surrounding you and begging for your attention; you always look at him as you felt yourself start to awaken, judging and filled with complicated feelings. He stopped apologizing around that time, always looking down towards the ground and avoiding your anger filled gaze.

Tonight was suppose to be no different, and yet you awoke feeling sick. Your head was fuzzy, your chest felt dead cold and your pajamas were soaked in a thin layer of sweat that covered your skin. What unsettled you the most was Belphegor clutching you tight, your back was against his chest and both his arms kept you captive on your side within the bed.

Your brain wasn't working properly and you immediately could feel a sense of panic start to ripple throughout your body. You took deep, long breathes and held them for as long as you were able before restarting the process; you didn't want to break down, not while the person who was causing you the distress was right there. You go through your breathing ritual until you're able to make your body listen to you, a shaky hand slowly making its way towards your face in an attempt to rub the blurriness out of your eyes.

It's raining, you belatedly notice after a loud thunder strike breaks your concentration and makes it hard to breathe again. Suffocating, the entire situation was nothing but suffocating. Seeing as how it was still dark and the usual chatter from the brothers coming from the dining hall wasn't present, you must have woken up too early. Too early for Belphegor to have unwrapped himself from you, too early for the lie of a comforting nights sleep to play in your dreams.

A weak, pathetic whimper escapes before you're able to reign it in but it was just all too much. Of course you weren't sleeping well, of course the coward in your bed wasn't just trying to pathetically apologize in a roundabout way. Who did he think he was, your savior? The knight in shining armor shielding you from the horrors he caused? Did he think you would appreciate his efforts?

Too much, it was just all too much and you were sick of trying to accommodated his needs. Your body goes into a state of panic as you desperately try to wriggle out of Belphegors' grasp, tears are rolling down your cheeks and making the pillow supporting your head uncomfortably damp.

His hands only seem to tighten their hold on you.

"Let go you piece of shit, I said let me go!" You know he's awake, you know he's aware of everything he's done to you and yet he just can't let you go and it hurts. More than anything else it hurts. You're sobbing now, feet feebly kicking him in an attempt to get him to move; you know it's not going to work either way, if anything your kicks hurt you more than they do him. "W-Why are you doing this to me? Why can't you just l-leave me the fuck alone. I want nothing to do with you, B-Belphegor." His name feels like lead to say and you have to force it out while holding back the urge to vomit. "I d-don't want to be close with you, I don't want to forgive you. I don't w-want to like you. I ha-"

A sudden crushing tug against your stomach cuts you off, it makes you go dizzy as your mind visualizes the worst of situations. You don't want to die without getting it all out, without making him suffer just as much as you have.

"-rry." You can barely hear his words under the rapid beats of your heart that seem to come straight from inside your head. You don't want to listen to what he has to say. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, so please don't-" His arms loosen their grip on you, trembling hands lay resting against your stomach in a weak attempt to soothe the pain. You don't want to recognize the fear in his words, the trembling of his entire body; none of it, you don't want to process any of it.

"Shut up. S-shut up, I know you don't mean it. I know you're not saying t-that to me." You take the chance to rip out of his hold and crawl over the the farthest side of the bed; you rest your body against the cold wall, knees resting against your chest as you sit against it. Your eyes try and focus on the floor ahead of you, anything to get away from the situation, away from the emotions, away from him.

Belphegor makes an attempt to sit up and move towards you but stops as soon as he sees your huddled figure. He does nothing but stare for awhile, the sound of rain rapping against the window fills the room and fills it with a warped sense of calm. Even the thunder is a welcome inclusion; it helps block out the thoughts that refuse to leave you alone. It's as soon as your breathing is under control and the sweat gathered on your skin feels cold and gross that Belphegor feebly says your name.

"Is it the guilt? That you killed the last of what remains of your sister? Or maybe it's the looks your brothers gave you while they sobbed and cradled my dead body." You can't help the bite that edges your words, you're just left with nothing but anger at it all after the fear takes a back seat.

"That's-" He pauses, processing his words before he speaks again. "It's not just them. I regret what I did to you and I regret the pain I caused them."

A dry laugh leaves your mouth. "You sure don't act like it. You never listen to me, your torment me day and and out and you have the audacity to say you regret it. You don't even know me."

"I want to know you!" He suddenly screams at you, voice dripping with desperation. It unsettles you and the raise in volume makes you flinch; something he doesn't fail to notice. "Sorry, I'm sorry I just-" A breathe shaky and what sounds to be a sniffle. "I don't want to ruin it. What you have with them."

"Bullshit." You're glaring at him now, eyes barely able to make since of his features in the dark of the room. "They already forgave you, hell, they never stopped seeing you as their precious younger brother. The only one who hasn't forgiven you is me. Not once have you been honest with me. Not then, not in those dumb dreams and not even now."

Another flash of thunder passes and illuminates the room for just a brief second. You wish it hadn't, you wish you weren't looking at him as it happened.

You wish you didn't see the tears, didn't recognize the pained expression, didn't empathize with the torment that wracked him.

"I was scared. You were so nice, my brothers really seemed to like you as well. You came to me with innocent intentions, a pure soul and heart. I started to want to get to know you, I started to see you as something other than just a disgusting human." You want to block out the sounds of his sobbing, you want to block out his pain and pretend like you don't care in the slightest. "I took it out on you. I regret it. I'm sorry. I'm so-sor-" His voice breaks as he finally gives into the tears.

You wanted to hurt him, tell him everything he didn't wish was true when he's at his lowest. You hate him.

You hate him so much you uncurl yourself and move away from the wall.

You hate him enough to wipe away his years.

You hate how he crumbles at your touch.

You hate how you understand the 'why' behind his actions.

You hate how you don't hate him in the slightest.

You hate how you know how much he regrets it, how desperate he is in trying to show you how much he cares about you. You know he's hypervigilant when it came to how you reacted to him, how he knew to give you space but was deathly afraid of you pushing him away for good. He made you mad, he made you angrier than you've ever been in your life. He killed you and you will never forgive him for it.

You're aware of this and yet you care. Deep down you find yourself trying your hardest to understand and to not reject him because he was hurt, he was hurt and he hurt you in return. He's ignorant, he felt betrayed and he was alone. You'll never forgive him, he knows this. It's a permanent scar that will always linger between the both of you.

"You scare me. No matter how much I try and block it out my mind remembers how it felt to die. It remembers who did it to me." Your hands are covered in his tears and snot and you have half a mind to not comment on how gross it makes you. "I just want to process it and overcome that fear. I know you're trying to help but you're being selfish about it. If I say I need space then please give it to me."

Belphegor all but nods, heavy head leaning into your hands as if savoring the small amount of contact you've allowed him. You can't help but let out a sigh. "I really don't trust you very much. But I'll try, so can you try for my sake as well?"

"I will. I promise I will. Please believe me, just this once." His voice sounds weak and small and the way he's slouched makes him look like a little kid getting scolded by their parent.

It looks a little endearing. Just a little.

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Understanding

it just so happens that the reason might have been a particular elder brother that is now tied up beneath you.

warnings* 18+ content ahead, minors dni

tags* obey me shall we date, transmasc!reader, afab!reader, reader has top surgery but no bottom surgery, mentions of female genitailia, the chest is never mentioned tho, dom!reader, sub!lucifer, explicit content

staying at the house of lamentation was always an exciting experience; the brothers never allowed you not even a second of respite. honestly, you could say the same thing about the devildom as a whole, it wasn't like the human world and at some points, you even contemplated never going back. it wasn't until you were sent back up after your first initial year that you noticed; something in you had changed.

it was like an endless hole, never able to be completely full with even the biggest of excitements the human world could offer.

solomon, for as much of a cryptic asshole he could be, described it as a consequence for making the sort of pacts you did with the brothers. they not only fed off of you, you had been feeding off of them as well. it didn't really make much sense at first, what exactly was there to feed off of? and more importantly, just who exactly was the culprit behind it? instead of answering, he just set out to allow you to experience it for yourself.

you never really will forgive him for dropping you on top of satan without at least a warning.

a couple of weeks had gone by, the usual banter and chaos within the house was the typical headache inducing fun as it had always been. but it never really made the itch deep in the darkest parts of your chest go away; it was like an impulse, a want- a need- to dive into something /more/, something darker and more perverse.

it only grew and grew, and you couldn't make sense of it. your gaze on the brothers, once unimportant and without thought now held weight, as if you were trying to dig your gaze into their flesh and worm your way where no one else has laid claim. hunger, it was hunger in its purest form.

lucifer had always been a bit of an oddity since the first day you were summoned to the devildom. if you had to be honest, he was the brother you liked the least within the time you had taken only a couple of pacts. it wasn't until a sudden chance encounter in the middle of the night, too earlier for beelzebub to have his late-night snack and too late for anyone to be up and about, that you witnessed him struggling with the coffee maker.

it took your all to not scoff at the way he pulled on his unkempt hair, crazed mumblings of fast approaching deadlines, one too many bills from mammon and 'why the /fuck/ is a hunk of metal besting me at this time of night'.

after that night, you caught yourself looking his way a lot more often than you wanted to. and you couldn't help but notice at how often his gaze followed you in return. it was a silent understanding for a good while, if either of you had ever met eyes it was simply over within the next moment, another brother coming to take you away or lucifer falling to the whims of his duty to the prince.

the last night you spent on your initial year within the devildom was when this understanding between the both of you had finally been spoken into existence. he seemed to put down most of his prideful façade within the moment, though you couldn't help but pout at how he had worded your request for a pact. you didn't mind too much at the end of the day, you would simply just have to look a little bit harder to find a lucifer meant for your eyes and your eyes alone.

it was the little things that had you the most intrigued upon your return; the way he seemed to stare at you blankly during breakfast, the small touches he would try and sneak while passing you on his way towards his room.

the familiar hunger that seemed to lurk just beneath his polite smile as he greeted you in the hallways.

it just so happened to be lucifer that had gotten caught up in yet another mess his brothers had concocted just to entertain themselves and cause an even bigger migraine for him to deal with on his own. and it just so happened that you had ulterior motives when the chaos really started to settle in.

"you know, i'm not really one for doing this sort of stuff to others, but-" you pull on the rope fastened tightly around lucifers arms, fingernails digging into the coarse fabric. you can already imagine the bright red of blood pooling just beneath his skin from the pressure. "-you look really nice like this luci, don't you agree?"

a muffled mess of noises leaves lucifer, as he can do nothing but bite and slobber around the white fabric shoved into his mouth. something inside you burns at the sight beneath you. the itch only grows into a searing want that only reignites the more your eyes bore into the prideful man now bound and tied.

if he was the avatar of pride, you must have been the embodiment of the word itself within that moment alone. /you/ did this to him, /you/ a mere human, had reduced one of the most powerful demons you knew into a toy to be played with.

and you only wanted more.

"does it feel good? you can feel it too, right?" your fingers loosen around the rope and slowly slide downwards, past his wrinkled sleeves, down his silky tie and landing just at the end of his crimson vest. you knew lucifer enough to know that this sort of situation happening organically was an impossibility, not even barbatos would be able to send you into a timeline where lucifer would offer himself to you in such a way. and yet-

and yet you were inches away from the tent in his pants. truly, lucifer was a man that you grew more and more interested in the more you took the time to dig deeper into his depths. your finger circles the button on his pants as you take another look at his expression.

cheeks flushed red, eyes hazy as the pure desire that fills up deep within you begins to overflow and pour into lucifers entire being. you were proud, proud of taking away the pride from the avatar himself. he should be mad, upset at the human sitting atop his thighs and gazing down at him as if they owned every inch of him.

yet he couldn't ignore the way his pact mark on the back of their hand seemed the glow in an ecstatic, royal blue. it was as if he had no choice but to revel in the pure, unadulterated pleasure the human before him was experiencing. it made him whole, yet never for long enough. he too, needed more, wanted more of what the human was offering.

no, not offering. it was forced onto him, yet he was more than happy to have received it.

you watch as his eyes seem to only grow deeper in color, his pupils blown wide as a small whimper escapes from his full mouth. the beginnings of a laugh claw their way up your throat, yet you keep it down as to not embarrass him any further than you need to. "you're actually pretty pathetic, did you know that luci?"

your hand finally palms at the aching erection just begging to be released from its confines; the way his back arches into the touch makes you smile down at him. "you think you have it all figured out but you really don't. i know the thoughts that go on in that head of yours when you look at me, i know exactly what you want to do to me when your hand 'innocently' finds its way onto my lower back." you give him a hard squeeze, "you've probably been masturbating at your desk thinking about me for the longest time, haven't you? seriously, it's no wonder i ended up feeling it too."

the beginnings of tears start to form in his eyes, he's trying his best to buck up into your hand as he can do nothing but wriggle about in frustration. your hand moves up to the top of his pants, fingers working far too slowly to pull the zipper down. you pull his pants to just about halfway down his thighs.

"maybe you wanted me to do this? you're really enjoying it a little too much." your fingers circle around the very noticeable wet patch that seems to only grow wider and deeper in color the more you tease him through his underwear. he looks up at you as if you're his everything, as if you are the only thing that matters in the world to him, he just wants /more/, he wants more of you and you're nothing but compelled to give yourself to him.

it is then that you remove the fabric from his mouth, a long string of spit stays connected to his lips as he takes a long moment to process exactly whats happening. it feebly snaps as lucifer attempts to say your name, yet his voice only gets caught in his throat as he tries to hold back the noises coming from him.

light seems to come back to his eyes as his mind clears up, if only a little. the classic scowl slowly forms on his features as he bites his bottom lip. "w-what, what do you think you're-"

"stop that-" you cut him off before he can even finish his sentence. you know where that line of thought goes and you're not in the mood to entertain his mask of pride; you wanted /lucifer/, not his sin. "-don't you dare pull that on me, not now. tell me you want it, want /this/, want /me/."

lucifer opens and then shuts his mouth a couple of times, each time the blush on his face only seems to grow a deeper shade of red. it isn't until you begin to pull your hand away from his erection that he lifts his head in panic. "please! p-please i-" he takes a deep gasp of air, seemingly forcing his mouth to move. "-i-i need you, please, don't stop."

you gaze into his deep ruby eyes, that familiar feeling of understanding is there. you can't deny it, within this moment, you need him too.

the hitch in breathe that comes from the demon beneath you doesn't escape your ears as you finally, unceremoniously, pull down his underwear; his weeping cock slaps against skin, drops of precum now mingling with the sweat that has formed there. his whole body practically shivers as you gingerly wrap your hand around the base of his cock, giving it a small squeeze to hear his deep, sultry voice let out a delicious moan. you've always enjoyed his voice, but hearing it so fucked out and hoarse makes the heat that's been building in the pit of your stomach ignite all over again.

"fuck, lucifer-" you can't help but grind your aching cunt against the rope tightly wrapped around one of his thighs, your hand now properly stroking him. the sight of lucifer, eyes hazy, mouth wide open as he lets out moans that are very much not becoming of someone in his position, only makes you lean down right above him so he too can see just what this is doing to you. "you look so pretty like this, luci. can't believe it's all for me-only for me to see, to hear, to feel-" the feeling of his tongue on yours is hot and oh so good as you practically assault his mouth; the feeling of his moans getting all but swallowed up only serves to stroke whatever ego you've been building throughout this entire encounter.

for some reason, it just makes you want to make a mess out of him even more.

the kiss grows more and more incoherent the longer it goes on; it's sloppy, spit leaking out the sides of both your mouths and the sound of teeth clacking occasionally breaking up the heavy breathes and wet squelches coming from lucifers cock. it's the very definition of desperation. someone, you aren't even sure who anymore, lets out a whine as the burning in both of your air-craving lungs forces both of your to part.

the two of you exchange heavy breathes between one another, swollen lips briefly touching before parting again, oxygen-lacking brains unable to think of what comes next. it isn't until you process lucifer's hips rutting desperately into your hand despite the struggle it most pose that you, reluctantly you admit to yourself, remove your hand from his cock.

the growl he lets out at this only makes you want to go back to teasing him, really, but the insistent throbbing of your pussy makes you consider otherwise. before lucifer can make any complaints, you swiftly peel your shirt over your head and toss it in a random direction. your hands start to make their way to work on your pants next but stop halfway through as you catch the lucifer very obviously staring in your direction.

for just a second, you feel self-conscious about your body, questioning if you weren't up to his expectations, but the thoughts leave just as quickly as they entered once you /really/ get a look at lucifers expression. it's of nothing but pure excitement and satisfaction, his eyes soaking in whatever bare skin he can get only to stop at where your pants start, only to rake back up your body to your face. the headiness in his eyes only pushes you to shove the pants down along with your underwear; you have half a mind to feel a little embarrassment over the line of slick that refuses to disconnect from your sopping pussy until you move your underwear far enough.

the guttural growl that comes straight from lucifers throat, rumbling his chest, forces your face to heat up and your hole to clench around nothing. you move to straddle lucifer once more, pussy just hovering inches above lucifers cock as you take it into your hand. you move down slightly, the tip now between your folds as the white liquid mixes in with your slick. his cock never enters, only teasingly rubbing against your entrance as it slowly becomes covered by your essence.

you didn't plan on teasing the avatar of pride any longer but you just couldn't help yourself; his reactions only served to heighten the experience for you and though he would never admit it, you suspected he enjoyed it just as much as you did. you continue to lather his cock, happy within your own thoughts, until a loud snapping sound rips your out of your concentration.

before you can even gather what's happening, a hard grip on your hand causes you to hiss out as you're yanked forwards. the bed sheets against your bare skin are the first time your take in, then it's the weight that's practically crushing you on your back along with hot, heavy breathes that fan across the nape of your neck.

"l-lucifer?" you struggle to crane your neck backwards to get a good look at him, growing slightly worried as he's suddenly gone silent except for the rather loud panting. you weren't expecting him to be able to get out of his bindings anytime soon seeing as how he struggled with them thus far.

that's when you feel it, the barely there touches caressing your sides, the cool air being swatted onto your skin as his wings adjust to their sudden appearance. and that's not all, when you're finally able to adjust your head just far enough to get a look at his face, something wet falls from somewhere above and onto the sheets below.

", , ,blood?"

the burst of laughter escapes before you can even think twice to hold it in. lucifer, the avatar of pride and right hand man to lord diavolo, prince of the devildom, got a nosebleed in the middle of sex from seeing a humans naked body. the sound of your name forced through clenched teeth only serves to make you double over once more, back shaking against lucifers rumbling chest.

"stop that. it's-it's a natural thing that happens to anyone, so stop laughing like a fool." you turn around at lucifers words, your hiccupping chest now against his.

"natural for a virgin maybe, sure. certainly not something i'd except from /the/ lucifer morningstar." you can almost see a pout form on his face, though it might just be your imagination, but you lift your hand to wipe away some of the blood that's formed on the top of his lips anyway. a wonderful, warm feeling slowly spreads deep in your chest, mingling with the thick haughtiness that still lingers. "you really are quite cute lucifer."

"that's not a compliment and you know it." he swats away your hand, moving to wipe away the rest of the blood himself with the sheets below the both of you. you pout at this yourself, wriggling around to push lucifer off your just enough so you can move around. "just what are you doi-" his voice cuts off as he takes a deep inhale, hips rutting against his will into the hand that's just grabbed his half-hard cock.

"don't get all cocky just because you've gotten out of the ropes luci." you lift your hips so your entrance can once again rub against the tip of his cock, pushing it in just slightly before pulling away. you use your other hand to grab onto one of lucifers horns, fingers digging into its rough texture as you yank down, hard. your lips graze against the shell of lucifers ear, your body soaking in all the shivers and hitches in breathe he tries his best to stop. "we both know i'm still the one in charge here."

the downright erotic moan that lucifer lets out is all your need to start pushing his cock into your entrance earnestly; it only gets about half way before you have to stop yourself, your walls stretching enough to burn just to accommodate the thickness alone. your bottom lip finds home in between your teeth, threatening to spill blood itself as you concentrate on taking deep yet wobbly breathes. you don't make much progress until lucifer finally puts most of his weight onto his hands, body now above you as his arms cage you in while he rests your ass on his thighs. the look in his face says it all, the desperation to /finally/ have his length be encased entirely by your tight walls, to finally be one with you and fill you entirely with his seed.

all he needs is your permission, a command, anything that would allow him to have direction. he wants, no, needs you to be in control just one more time before he can truly let himself loose.

the pact practically sears the spot that it rests on your hand as you say just two simple words, the weight on your lungs heavy. "fuck me"

lucifers hands are on your hips in seconds, fingers digging into your skin at a bruising strength as he moves the rest of your body down onto the remaining length of his cock. you hiccup at the burn, his cock far too thick and long for most humans to handle; it only causes you to shut your eyes as tears start to burn at the edges of your vision. before you're able to try and adjust, lucifer it pulling you off his cock, leaving only the tip inside and leaving you empty. you make a small whine in confusion, hesitantly taking a peek at what could have gone wrong now.

the demon above you has his brows furrowed, jaw set as he does nothing but stare at where his cock and your entrance still connects. you can tell he's trying his hardest not to hurt you, hands shaking in their bruising grip around your waist, ruby eyes swirling with a dark urge that seems struggle to stay abate. he stays like this for a minute, trying his hardest to level out his breathing but failing miserably. before you can ask if he's okay, his wings flutter behind him and he mumbles what sounds like an apology.

with no other warnings, he's dragging you back onto your cock with more force and speed than before, forcing a loud moan from your lungs and the tears in your eyes to finally fall. it's a brutal, punishing pace that barely leaves you enough time to breathe, small hiccups of air enter your lungs as whiney moans are punched out not long after.

it's not long before lucifer is moaning alongside you, deep voice now turned up a few octaves as he relishes in your tight, wet walls that seem to beckon him to abuse it even harder. all you can do is dig your fingers into the sheets below you, vision rendered useless as you sob at the pleasure that's building inside you; building and building and so close to overflowing. you can tell lucifer is just as close as you are; his grip as broken skin, you can feel a slow, warm liquid make its way down your body and hear a stampede of curses leave lucifers mouth not too long after.

"fuck-fuck! you're just so perfect for me, so tight so fucking-" he hits a particularly good spot inside you, your cunt tightening in response leaves him speechless and struggling for breathe before he can continue his mindless rambles with utterances of your name; its as if he knew no other words within the moment, nothing else mattered except your very existence. "i belong to no one else, no other human but you so please-" lucifer lets out what sounds to be a sob, his thrusts sounding wetter and more lewd as his cock weeps into you.

you know what he's asking for and you'd be downright demonic to deny him release after bearing his soul to you. you're body is at it's limits, but you push yourself to meet his thrusts the best you can as you force words out of your wrecked throat. "p-please, luci-fuck please, wanna come-" another sob rips through you, you're both so close. "t-together, please- l-lucifer please-"

as if on command, lucifer thrusts once, twice, then still as he fills your hole with his hot seed. you can feel every twitch his cock makes against your walls as it empties itself into you, oozing out and onto the sheets due to just how tight you've become. you let out once last whimper as he cums into you, your walls tightening around him and milking him for all he's got.

you both stay in place as both of your respective highs ride through you. it's only after lucifer's demon form has gone and he has gone fully soft that he slowly comes back to life, gently pulling himself out and laying down next to you as to not put too much on his weight onto you. he allows a hand to wrap around your waist, his fingers making small circles into the uninjured parts of your skin as to now startle you.

"uhm-" it's you who first attempts to speak, hoarse voice shakily attempting to break through the peacefulness that had settled. "sorry. for tying you up like that."

lucifer doesn't say anything, only continuing his circles. despite all the confidence you had prior, you couldn't deny that a lot of it came from what was probably lucifers sheer need that happened to be forced onto you. it's hard to say anything else, especially since you weren't exactly sure where either of your stood at this point; all you could do was wait for lucifer to make the next move.

nothing happens for what feels like ages; long enough to where the bruises and cuts on your hips to start aching and the mess of your own juices that have mingled with lucifers start to feel gross. deciding it's best to just bite the bullet, you start to get up but are stopped by lucifers fingers making contact with some of the cuts due to your movement. the hiss of pain you let out seems to bring the demon out of his thoughts.

"stay there, don't move." with that, he removes himself from the bed and disappears into what you assume is the bathroom. a sigh coming from your lips is all that is heard in the room; his domineering tone is back and you can only assume that means you won't be having any sort of conversation with him about your or his feelings.

by the time lucifer comes back you were already sitting at the edge of the bed, attempting to get your jelly-like legs to work properly so you could clean yourself up. the small 'tch' that comes from him causes you to give him a playful glare. "what? i feel gross."

"that's why i told you to not move. lay back down." you want to argue with him but are stopped when you see a wet towel, some ointment and bandages in his hands. with a small huff, you lie back down onto a relatively clean part of the bed; you noticed he had freshened himself up after peering down to see him in boxers.

it's silent as lucifer cleans up the blood from your skin and gently applies cream before covering it with bandages. you try your hardest to insist that you can clean up the mess between your legs yourself but the look he gives you causes you to lose the fight pretty easily. it's awkward but you can't help but feel a little touched at how attentive he was being with you.

lucifer finally speaks after he's thrown the cloth along with any clothing on the floor into a hamper. "it was partially my fault that you were affected by the pact in such a way. i hold no ill feelings towards you or your actions today."

you have to replay his words in your head a couple of times before you find yourself feeling a little hopeful. "so then what sort of feelings /do/ you have?" you let the question hang in the air, staring at lucifer across the room from the comfort of his bed. "i'll be honest, i'm not really how i feel but-" you take a deep breath, choosing your words carefully. "i know that everything i said today was from the heart. it wasn't just the pact speaking."

lucifer goes quite again, his heavy footsteps growing closer and closer before it stops just right beside you. his fingers find their way to your hair, moving your bangs up and away from your face. he has a soft, small smile on his face, one that makes your chest feel light and your brain feel hazy. and then you see it as he speaks-

"i see. then until you can give your feelings a name, i'll just have to wait for you to come seek me out. you've already done it once, afterall."

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