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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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don't mind me... just thinking about the demon brothers slowly dropping the rest of their roster for you as they fall head over heels...

lucifer // mammon (you are here) // levi // satan // asmo // beel // belphie -- others coming soon, NSFW warning below, gn!reader

mammon, who falls for you slowly, then all at once. whose taunts and general disregard for your safety lessen after he forms a pact with you. suddenly he's finding excuses to linger in your doorway, to join conversations you're having with beel or levi just to make sure you're not getting too friendly with them. he's greedy with you. watching his brothers mingle with you sparks a strange sense of protectiveness in him he doesn't bother to hide.

mammon, who naturally gravitates towards you. he understands the need for alone time, but more often than not his free days are spent by your side. he still loves the casinos and the parties, but nowadays he's trying to convince you to join or not going at all. poker's not as fun when you're not by his side, breathing onto his neck as you strain to get a peek at his cards. clubs are only worth going to when you'll join him on the dancefloor, hips swaying against his to the music. it's hot. he's addicted and he doesn't even feel guilty.

mammon, who doesn't even realize he's been ignoring his usual friends with benefits arrangements. the people in his phone have been sending their usual late night texts, and he swipes them away on instinct. his eyes glaze over as he scrolls through naughty photos in his messages. what was once enticing now simply seems dull, and he doesn't know why-- or, at least, he won't admit it to himself. he'll head out occasionally to meet a succubus he knows, but the encounters seem less fulfilling nowadays.

mammon, who fucks his fist to the thought of you. sweat drips down his face as his movements grow desperate, pausing to spit into his hand just so he can get lost in the idea of his palm being your hot, tight little hole clenching around his cock. his panting is loud, aimless calls of your name echoing through his room. his hips buck steadily into his clenched fist. all he can think about it what it would feel like to have you under him, bent over the hood of his car, your moans like music to his ears as he fucks you until you can't speak. he imagines the way you'll gasp as he slips inside of you, your whines when he slows his pace to a crawl to feel his cock drag against your walls, the way you'll cry out in pleasure when he slams back into you and fucks you as feverishly as he wants. cum spills all over his fingers and stomach, painting his hot skin white when he finally reaches climax, shaking a little in desperation as he realizes how badly he's craving you.

mammon, who can't get off to the thought of anyone else. every explicit video, homemade or otherwise, is just a cheap imitation of you. he's not above searching for videos with performers that look like you, that do the things he wants to do to you or vice versa. he hangs out in your room on a regular basis only to retreat back to his den hard and aching against his jeans. he satisfies himself night after night with toys and his hands until, finally, the pieces fall into place and you end up underneath him during a movie. he feels dizzy as he slides into you, your soft noises making the moment feel ethereal in the low light. his couch squeaks a little as he thrusts into you, but he can't bring himself to notice anything outside of the way your lips fall open, the way your body squirms under him, the way he will never be able to get off without thinking of this moment again.

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FUN FACT: THERE IS A HORROR MOVIE ABOUT A MURDERER WITH A FEEDERISM KINK.

It is called FEED and haunts my dreams

There’s a horror movie called Teeth.

Do you know what it’s about? Huh? Maybe a vicious animal? A vampire? A werewolf? A fanged beast? NO

No it’s not!

#random but. this is 13 to me<3

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Mammon who giggles and kicks his feet like a teenage girl in love whenever you text him.

Mammon who cries when you praise him and call him pretty while fucking.

Mammon who wraps his arms around you tightly and clenches his walls around you when you're inside him, as if he's scared you'd leave.

Mammon who brags about you being his to everyone who'll listen (and who won't).

Mammon who'd indulge in every single one of your fantasies if it meant pleasuring you, even if he does get hesitant sometimes.

Mammon who treasures you as his first.

Mammon who is touch starved and wants to hold you/be held by you every second.

Mammon who can't keep his hands off of you, whether sexually or not.

Mammon who loves sex positions where he can see your face (missionary, mating press, etc).

Mammon who cried at his first time with you.

Mammon who gets blushy and flustered when you call him yours.

Mammon who'd do anything for you, get on his knees if you told him to, he's so in love ♡

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So in Obey Me someone can spawn an entire other entity from repressed emotions (or however Satan came to be) so from that loose logic

🔥 this is a fandom poll 🔥

#shoutout to the obm breeders o7 strongest army

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Question, are you Italian?

so funny to me that ur askin this on my nsfw blog, why yes i am<3

#altho i dont live in the stivale sorry #💛 chats #OH THIS IS CAUSE OF THE URL ISNT IT.........

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SPECIAL DISCOUNT TONIGHT ONLY!

png for whatever purpose ud need it

#sub mammon #mammon nsft #obey me nsft #obm mammon #sub obey me #💛s art #this has been in my wip folder for like over a year u have NO IDEA

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Reminder

18+ means 18+, not “I’m 14 but I don’t get offended by your posts” or “I’m 16 but I’m mature for my age”

// If you’re a minor, get off my page, this isn’t for you //

#or empty blogs followin me while i made it clear in my bio AND info post that blank/ageless tumblrs will get blocked

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KINKTOBER DAY 1- BLOOD! WITH MAMMON (obey me)

CW: Blood, biting, GN!Reader, sub mammon, thigh riding, mention of his wings

Kinktober Masterlist

The signs were always there, even if you didn't see them.

When you cut your finger while cooking, and he froze up as though seeing a ghost as one fat, red bead of blood welled up before sliding the short distance to the edge of your finger and dropping, almost in slow-mo, to the cutting board below.

You'd naively thought he'd been scared for your health, quickly reassuring him as you went to the sink. Yet he couldn't have heard you; standing there stock still, eyes vibrant and locked solely on the slim cut on your finger. The only sound in his mind is your small gasp of pain, and how much it sounded like a moan.

Then there was the time you slip and fell, so excited to see him you couldn't help but bound gleefully down the sidewalk, a smile on your face even as you tipped forward, skidding across the pavement on your knees.

Devildom sidewalks were much rougher than human ones, and blood drizzled in steady streams from both knees. Stains bloomed in the torn fabric of your jeans. As you went to clutch your bruised legs, shakey hands gripped your wrists tight, you looked up only to catch the eyes of an uneasy Mammon, shimmering gold irises on high alert as they tried desperately not to look at your knees.

He was panting, a sheen of sweat clinging to his skin. By this point, you're wondering if he has a fear of blood…

But by the way he's desperately mouthing at your neck, fangs grazing against your skin in a hesitant, though excited, manner, you know without doubt you couldn't have been more wrong.

A hand runs over the soft skin of his neck, downy hairs tickling your gentle fingers. You slide further up until you're deep in the pale strands, and, peering at him through your lashes, you coo, "You wanna bite me, don't you Mammon?"

The exhale he lets out is strangled, and the hands at your back clutch your shirt. "Yes."

His wings flutter as you trail your free fingers down his spine. You can't help but chuckle at the way he arches when you reach the base, sensitive even through the fabric of his clothes.

He whimpers into your neck, rutting into your thigh almost subconsciously. "You wanna taste me?"

He kisses your collarbone, muttering, "Yes, fuck. So badly. Let me taste you please."

With warm cheeks, he licks a stripe up your neck. One hand leaves your back to tear at his shirt, carelessly shredding it into pieces.

"Hot… so hot." He pants. Tears were appearing in the corners of his eyes. His voice was little more than a whine in your ears. You smirk, deciding to take pity on such a pathetic demon.

You bend your head, stretching the skin of your neck slightly taut. He snuggles into the space immediately, kissing the unmarked expanse as he inhales your scent. His hips drive harder, and you help him, grabbing his hips to guide him along.

Massaging the soft flesh there, you speak on a breathy exhale,

"Bite me, Mammon."

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Long moments pass where the world seems to go quiet. There's a whine in his ears, and your long, sultry moan and the sweet taste of your blood and its slowly running down your skin and his breathing is so loud and his dick is so fucking hard and he wants to cum. He needs to cum. He needs to taste you while he's cumming against your thigh, still in his pants because he such a desperate whore he didn't even bother with taking clothes off.

He's embarrassed; fumbling with his belt and reaching for your hand and lapping at the crimson spilling over your collarbone like a damned dog. It's shameful for someone of his status, but fuck if it didn't make his brain fuzzy with ecstacy.

The blood is staining your shirt, but the dull throb aided by Mammon's warm tongue makes it hard to care. He's trying so hard to get off, you can't help but smile. He wants to make the most of this moment so bad, sucking every last drop of blood like the ravenous vampires of the sixth circle, and it's so cute.

You just wanna give him what he wants:(

You give him a command: "Tear your clothes off."

He seems grateful to be free of them really. His swirling honey brown eyes, now only rimmed with gold, are filled with unsaid teary thank yous as he bites down again, rutting against you in true this time.

In no time, he cums, fangs sinking deep into your shoulder as ropes of white splatter over your outfit. He stills for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of your comforting hands along his back. Lazy licks clean the blood from your skin, the tiny holes sealing over seconds later.

You take him by the chin, bringing his stained lips to your own. On them, you taste yourself.

'Sweet', you think.

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Idk how I feel about this one😬

#cUTE oh so cute #desperate men<3333

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#mammon

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good ol pounding of mammon (my mc moro, they/them, as the one doing the pounding)

#obey me nsft #obey me smut #sub mammon #mammon smut #mammon nsft #my guy moro #💛s art

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hc that mammon gets turned on by any zombie media after lesson 26 (the one where him and mc go on a carnival date and smooch in the haunted house while a hoard of zombies is just behind a door cause thats a normal scenario to experience)

SPECIFICALLY if hes watchin a zombie movie in the dark, cause hell be reminded of how dark and tiny and claustrophobic the haunted room was and get turned on by association. remembering how close they were, air between em gettin warmer by the second. his back pressed against the little rundown table present in the room till he had to sit on it, while being held and kept in place by the humans hands on his thighs. mammons panic leavin place to bliss & whatever else, he doesnt remember much other than mcs touch

SPEAKING OF MC, if theyre there hell start wondering if they could like. kiss him again. is that in their plans or somethin that would be ok to bring up? nvm he cannot ask that come on thats too desperate only a loser would do that fuckin keep it togetheWOAH that guys head just got bitten off HOLYSHIT (his mood thru the movie then proceeds to spike from hot and bothered to fuckin terrified of the horror b movie special effects)

#remembered i had written this down n like. yeah i think im funny #obey me nsft #obey me mammon #obm mammon #shall we date mammon

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I was reading bl and boom. Mammon. It's not mammon it's from bad honey prince but like, he looks so much like him I couldn't 😭

#EVERYTIME. on the wrong blog #but its ok no one saw #anyway wow<33333333

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if you pin a boy against a wall and he moans he just belongs to you now.

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#im a dumbass. fuck #rbed to the wrong blog

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dude your pussy fucking bit me

#obey me thirteen