#obey me! smut

[dollwrites]

I have a request!!! Can you maybe do a dark fic of Yandere Belphie (OM) where the MC reader (fem preferably) somehow accidentally goes into Belphie’s room/cage without being able to get back out? The longing of Belphie as he watches her come and go…but now? She can finally be his.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, yandere!belphie, noncon, begging, fingering, very brief degradation, touch starved belphie, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

“Don’t leave me,” it was a pathetic and whiny moan against the shell of your ear. one you might have even thought was precious had he not been pressing all of his body weight against you. his fists wrapped tightly around your wrists, pinning the backs of your hands to the floor as he littered your sensitive neck with hungry, open mouthed kisses. “Stay with me. Play with me.”

you could feel the graze of his teeth, and the roughness of his horns as they rub against you, his tongue swirling circles, leaving trails of warm saliva over skin that he swells by suckling hard. “B—Belph…!” you gasp, tilting your head back to try and look towards the gated exit. it must’ve been charmed by magic you didn’t understand, because once you’d managed to get inside, you couldn’t get back out. your DDD lay just on the other side, though, and you could see Lucifer’s stoic expression every time the phone lit up with another call. “I-I need to…” your arms could fit through the bars, if he wasn’t pinning them down. your hands make fists, and then uncurl, as if you were trying to grab for it, and bite your lip as you stare at the screen. you could imagine Lucifer was robocalling you, unable to find you in the manor.

“Don’t worry, he won’t even think to look here.” Belphegor elicits a breathy moan, pressing his body to yours. his eyes flickered up to the DDD, too, and he allows a lazy smirk to stretch his lips as he presses them in a seal against your collarbone. he shifts his grip, taking your weak wrists together in one palm to push them above your head. this new position freed one hand that he then slipped under the waistband of your jeans, regardless of your gurgled protest. he didn’t even have to unbutton them, digging underneath the fabric of them and your panties to cup your warm sex. you whimper, pushing your back off the floor at the sensation— it’s greedy and uncouth, the tips of his digits hooking underneath your netherlips to anchor his hand there. your thighs clamp together, legs trying to rub and kick between your bodies, but his hand was already between your hips, and there was no pushing him out now. “You’re such a good girl, my brother wouldn’t suspect you’d break his rules, come exploring the attic even though he told you not to. You’re safely here with me, and I don’t have to let you go.” he whispers each syllable, signing his name over your chest with his tongue as if to claim you as his.

“I’ve been waiting… watching for so long… I’ve needed this. I’ve needed you.”

“W—wait,” you breathe out, bucking your hips, squeezing your fists and pushing against his strength. it was no use, you were much, much weaker than him, but you tried to show as much resistance as you could muster, “d-don’t touch… Belphie, Lucifer will eventually find me! I don’t want you to get in more trouble…” you were panting, now, be it from fear or the pleasurable strokes as he rubs his finger pads between your folds, feeling all of your slick, vulnerable sex. you didn’t want to show that it felt good, being played with against your will, but you couldn’t help it if he felt the heat from your blushing cheeks, or the way your cunt trembled under his fingertips. “J—just help me reach my DDD, yeah..??” you bite down, harshly on your lip when he lets out a bestial snort, using his horns and hooking them through your top and bra. with a shake of his head, like a mad bull, he’s shredded your clothes, and nuzzles his face into your breasts, smothering himself with them. your eyelids flutter when he nips at one, delicate bud; it hardens between his teeth, a pleased growl rumbling in the back of his throat. “L—Lucifer might reward you for h-helping, I could even… maybe I can ask him to let y-you out—!” you try to add, but his middle finger slips into your clenching hole, and it spasms in protest as he sets a brutal pace. “B-Belphegor..!! D—don’t..!!”

“You’re so stupid, it’s kinda cute, even.” Belphegor teases, his gaze burning into yours as he rolls your nipple between his teeth, before clamping his mouth down around it, sucking. he makes a loud, smacking sound as drool leaks out of the corners of his mouth, as if he were feeding from you as desperately as a starved animal. he moans, his ring finger joining the middle one to stretch you open further. they pump, knuckle deep, inside of you, and you can feel every subtle curl as he searches for a sweet spot. you mewl his name, pathetic tears in the corners of your eyes. he was rough, but you didn’t think that he was trying to hurt you.

he was just so damn desperate— and you could see a wildfire of hunger burning in his eyes. he couldn’t be gentle, even if he wanted to.

prying his mouth from your nipple with a dizzying pop, he breathes, ragged, glaring up at you with his dark tresses hanging in his eyes. “You’re here with me, now. I don’t care about getting out, not anymore. Not now that I’ve snagged a pretty, little plaything to keep me happy.” his fingers thrust in, deep and fast, until you’re squealing and writhing around on the floor, and he nuzzles against your breast, smearing saliva between his cheek and your mound, before dragging his teeth and tongue over your areola with his fist clenching your wrists tighter. he moans, closing his eyes, when his fingers batter a bundle of spongy nerves that send you into a yelping, kicking fit, coming unraveled beneath him. “And you like it, too, don’t you?” when you shake your head, trying to bite down on your lip so you don’t make any more flustered sounds, his pace only picked up, coaxing your body to answer for you. clenches, spasms, and soaking through your jeans, your eyelids fluttered and your head fell back. you could still watch Lucifer lighting up your DDD, no doubt urgently looking for you. “It’s okay, you can lie to me and tell me you hate it, if that’s what you want.” Belphegor presses all of his weight on you, dragging his open mouth against your cheek as he breathes heavily against it. there’s a sizable, firm lump that grinds against your trembling thigh when he rests his body on yours, and you hate how wet it makes you to feel the shape of his cock prodding, searching for your hyper-sensitive cunt. “As long as you never leave me, you can act as bratty as you want to. Our little game,” he coos, nibbling on your jaw, before inching up to smother your mouth with his own, “just remember, the more you resist, the rougher I’ll have to get, baby.”

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[swimmpantyz]

🐾DOG behaviour

mammon x fem!reader

summary: After getting punished by Lucifer, you had to take care of Mammon's bad behaviour on your own.

tw: roleplay, pet names, unprotected sex, breeding kink, cock riding, kinda degradation kink, slightly dub-con at some point, cock warming, porn w/ little plot

words: +2000

There was Mammon sitting on the floor with a totally upset expression while his older brother pulled on the leash around his neck, making him move with little to not care.

Satan on the other side was trying to hide his laugh leaving a not-so serious face... How had they come to this?

As usual, Mammon tried to make some money by stealing things from his brothers.

The target this time was a grimoire that looked extremely old and expensive in Satan's room... But he didn't know it was and ancient grimoire that actually belonged to the oldest brother.

Lucifer had to take care of it, of course.

"Shit... I already apologized, I'm not goin' to do it again, I swear!" Lucifer didn't flinch and walked down the stairs of the house. "Where are we going? Nah... Don't tell me..." His loud ass voice caught the attention of his little brothers, who came out of their rooms to laugh and take some photos of the scene in front of them... Except for the two youngest ones who weren't around. Shamefully.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry! please don't bring me to _________'s room, don't embarrass me like that man!" He began to despair as his cheeks turned red in embarrassment.

"I feel a bit of pity right now." Asmo said, a little pout on his face. Levi side eyed him.

"Didn't he sell your limited edition makeup from a brand I don't remember?" He commented, making his younger brother frown.

"Death for him!" Upset, Asmodeus kept taking pictures of Mammon, almost posting them on his Devilgram stories. But that photo had worth to use for threatening.

Once they reached your room, Lucifer knocked the door, politely asking if he could come in, receiving a 'Yeah!' as an answer.

"No! No, no, no! I'm not goin' in!" Mammon started to kick everywhere, trying to get away, but Lucifer pulled him back again.

"Excuse me." He opened the door getting in, dragging his brother too. You were lying on your bed with your phone in hands, legs up while your head hanged off.

Once you processed what was happening in front of your eyes, you sat up straight, smiling widely with a grin you tried to cover with your hands.

Mammon was dying of shame.

"D--Don't laugh!" You took a photo of them, capturing Lucifer's sinister smile next to the embarrassed Mammon.

"Should I ask why?" Lucifer shook his face at your words, chucking a bit.

"No need at this point." Once you calmed down, you got up from your bed, approaching Mammon who looked at you from below with confusion.

As you bent down, you began to caress his white soft hair playfully.

"What a weird dog you have Lucifer, he has a grumpy face." You poked his cheek, Mammon closed his eyes and blushed softly. His eyes and brows didn't matched: while his eyes shined lovingly, apparently pleased by your caresses, his brows frowned, upset by your mocking.

"He better not bite, I don't wanna get rabies." Lucifer hummed at your words, handing you the leash Mammon had on his neck.

"Not that I know... I'll leave him with you. Personally, I'd rather walk him all over Devildom, but I have business to attend to." He approached you and brushed a few strands of hair that fell on your face. Mammon growled at that.

"What a bad boy!" You laughed at his cute behavior as Lucifer walked towards the door.

"Make sure he behaves well. Like an obedient and polite dog, okay?" You nodded in response. "Good." He turned around, leaving you both alone.

Mammon sighed as he got up from the floor.

"What are you doing? dogs don't walk in two legs. Mammon, on the floor." Without being able to avoid it, he went directly to the floor, as a result of a direct order from you.

"This is what I hate about pacts." He grumbled.

"I never thought you would go along with that jerk, ________... Didn't know ya were that evil." He looked really offended, looking up with white eyebrows frowning.

"Hey, don't say it like that, it suits you to be a good boy." He flatly denied.

"Not even in a thousand of years. I hate this." You sat on your bed, placing a pillow at the head, sitting there and resting your back towards the wall.

"Oww, really? I think you're going to love it. Come here puppy, here here." You patted your bed and the boy approached doubtfully, not knowing what was on your mind.

Once in front of you, you took the leash, pulling it, making the demon lay on top of your body, right between your legs, his arms placed at the sides of your waist.

He stared surprised down at you.

"How obedient! Isn't Mammon so cute when he behaves so well?" You stroked his silky white hair with your free hand.

"What... What are you doing? Are you still making fun of me?" He closed his eyes, accepting your caresses, his breath itching the closer you brought him, his cheeks burning in a hot peach pink.

"I'm not making fun of anyone, I'm just petting my new puppy." The demon stirred restlessly and brought his head closer to your chest.

"Mammon, look at me, come on." He did so, and you brought your face a few inches closer.

"You want a kiss?" He nodded immediately, looking at you with excitement. His pretty blue eyes shining as if he had the sun in front of his eyes.

"Say that you are a good boy, that you will never behave bad again." His cheeks turned even more red. You caressed his warm cheeks, and he leaned on your touch.

"I'm a good... I--I'm a good boy, 'n I'll never behave bad again." You smiled as you stroked his hair again. He shut his eyes embarrassed.

"Fuck... The things ya make me do..."

"Come on, your doing good, you're being such a good boy." You saw a smile that he tried to cover by bringing his face closer to your neck. "You don't want a kiss?" He quickly glued his face to yours.

Att first, the kiss was soft, innocent.

But apparently Mammon was getting excited as he tried to stick his tongue inside your mouth.

You pulled away quickly. A 'pop' sound haad Mammon's lips pouting.

"It was just a little kiss, nothing else." He almost grunted, getting closer and closer, his breath tickling your face. You chucked, your hands on his chest stopping his movements.

"What are you doing?" You softly asked, playing with the fabric of his shirt.

"I need more." He didn't want to, he needed to. It was much more intense that just wanting something.

"Wanna touch ya too..." He whispered, his eyes staring up and down at you constantly. He was so close that you could even see his pupils dilating slowly.

"You wanna touch me?" You tried to tease him again. He gently took your hand and placed it over his mouth, kissing it. And he looked so good while doing it.

"All over." His sudden bold confession made you shy out a bit.

You didn't say anything as your free hand went through his chest, caressing it. You moved your thigh, brushing it against his clothed cock.

"Do you want me to stop?" Knowing the answer, but wanting to scare him a little bit, you playfully said.

"No! No please, keep doin' that..." He got closer to kiss you again, this time, you let him be.

Mammon was literally eating your mouth with kisses, leaving you breathless.

Quickly, you backed up a bit, almost running out of air. He began to rub himself on your thigh when you stopped touching him. Watching as you gasped for air, your blushing face made him want to move even more.

" 's too fast, Mammon." You backed up again and he complained, frowning amd whining.

"Luci could show up out of nowhere, you know how he i-" He didn't let you finish, kissing you deeply, pressing you down.

"I want all your attention for me, it's mine... Don't think about him." He greedily said, moving closer and pulling your body completely towards his as he ran his hands around your waist and hips.

"Please." You felt how his hard cock rested on your stomach.

"Ya're so cute... Ya look so adorable, I'd do anything to keep seeing this expression of yours." That demon in front of you wasn't the same Mammon as always. He leaned in to kiss you again, sticking his tongue inside your mouth when you opened your mouth.

"You're going to end up chocking me." A bit of drool ran down to your lower lip.

In just a second, Mammon ended up lying on his back.

With warm cheeks, you stopped his movements.

"Stay still or we're stopping." Instantly, Mammon froze on his place.

"Please..." He begged again. His hard cock was still pressing towards you, distracting yourself. You didn't plan on doing more than kisses and touches, but Mammon seemed desperate to continue... And to be honest, you were liking that a lot.

Since you weren't making any move, he squeezed your hips with both hands, moving you on top of him.

With one hand he began to lower his own jeans, opening the zipper. You took his hands, stopping him.

"Aren't we going too fast?" Mammon seemed deaf, trying to free himself from those clothes that were squeezing him.

He grabbed your hand, placing it in on top on his boxers, moving it so you could feel his hard cock.

"Ya killing me. Got me all excited like this..." He whispered with a raspy voice, you felt the big bulge below your hands, your body heating up abruptly and your stomach contracting.

"Don't blame me." Looking down ashamed, you touched his cock, squeezing and stroking it lightly like he wanted.

"Mh- Fuck, yeah, just like that baby." You wanted to close your eyes in shame, but the view was too good to miss.

"I really wanna to do it... Can we? Please, I need ya." You didn't understand how he could be bold. So sincere with his feelings.

"I..." Trying to convince you, Mammon gently pulled you closer, leaving kisses on your neck and caresses on your waist.

"Mammon-" You whispered softly next to his ear. He bucked his hips up.

"I swear I'm goin' to be gentle, I swear. I'm going to be careful and do it how ya want it. Yeah? Can we?" He begged between kisses and put your hand under his boxer for you to start stroking him.

"Do you... Have condoms?" You asked, sighing softly, he shook his face, blue eyes clenching in pleasure, his teeth biting his lower lip, holding soft moans.

"I promise I'll cum outside." You thought for a few seconds, debating on fucking him or not. Although Mammon was making your job difficult, caressing your thighs and staring up at you with a pleading look.

Fuck it. You nodded, getting closer and kissing him while strocking his cock under his clothes.

He raised his hands, holding your hips, pressing you against his body in search for the closest proximity.

He put down your shorts, playing with the edge of your small panties, squeezing your ass without shame.

Your panties were wet, and that made his pride and arousal get bigger and bigger.

He wanted to be gentle, to take really good care of you, but he couldn't hold himself, makimt him barely lower his boxers, move your panties without even lowering them, to support his swollen tip on your pussy.

"A--Are you going to put it in just like that? are you crazy?!" Panic washed over you as you felt his head rubbing against your folds, was he planning on breaking you in half?

'Ya're so wet…" He sighed, too far gone in the feeling. Mammon's cock began to slide inside you. A painful sting mixed with pleasure flooded you.

You thought it was going to sting and hurt like hell, but apparently, you underestimated how aroused you actually were, because the feeling of Mammon's wet, hard cock sliding inside you was too perfect.

"Mh- Fuck, ya're so warm too." He began to move your hips up and down slowly. "Ya're squeezing me so tight..." Wanting to have a little more dominance in that situation, you began to jump on him, fucking yourself harder and managing to make Mammon moan loudly.

The only thing that could be heard in the room were the dirty and wet sounds you two were making.

"Why-- How it's so big?..." You whined breathlessly, making him fastener the movement of your hips. You couldn't stop moaning as you felt each stroke quicker and deeper, the tip of his cock hitting sharply your soft spot.

"Ya really drive me crazy." He turned around your body, getting between your legs again. He pulled out his cock, loving your whimper of complain.

"Why did you stop?" You pouted. Mammon crunched, kissing your lips fastly with a silly smile.

He took off your panties and shorts completely... He was going to take all your clothes off, but only lifted your shirt enough to see some more skin.

He took off his own black shirt... A sweaty body would normally disgust you, but for some reason right now it was so hot, and come on, it's fucking Mammon, he was made by God himself, of course he's body is amazing.

Again, he lined up his cock to thrust in, letting out a groan... He didn't wait and began to move his hips harder. Your bed was crashing against the magic tree, a constant squeaking sound filling the room. The demon began to move wildly, bringing your orgasms at an immense speed. Constant moans heated the atmosphere, wet bodies and sweat sticking together. He kissed you messily, sticking his tongue in.

"There! r-right there." Mammon focused on the spot you told him, biting his own lower lip trying to hold back his release a little longer just to come with you.

"I- I can't hold it anymore, you feel so fucking good." He moaned your name as he thrusted desperately into you. Feeling your walls squeezing around his cock tightly, your mouth whining his name while you cummed, it was amazing, it made him literally whimper in your ear, lowering himself to hide in your neck, sinking his teeth there to muffle all the dirty words he wanted to say.

"I love ya so much... So, so, so much." He muttered, too pussy drunk to process all his confessions... Not that you didn't know them. "I wanna fill you up, all of ya." A few more hard thrusts later and he cummed deeply inside of you, literally to the brim, doing just want he wanted, so much cum that it began to drip out of your pussy, staining the sheets of your bed. That silly promise about not cumming inside was entirely bullshit. "Ya're gonna have my babies now?" He groaned at last, chucking tiredly. His chest went up and down deeply. He laid down on top of you, still moving inside a little more but gently, your fluids mixing with each soft push.

You felt your heart beating fastly, just like his, and he stayed inside of you, trying to recover, arms embracing you tightly around your waist, hiding his face more in the curve of your neck.

... You really just gave in. The task that Lucifer gave you totally fucked up. Literally.

But it was worth of it.

#obey me mammon #mammon x reader #om! mammon #mammon smut #smut #obey me! #obey me! mammon #obey me! smut

[belphegorey]

⌜sapphires, mammon⌟ his little human looked so pretty in gold ships ⎯⎯ mammon x fem!reader tropes ⎯⎯ vaginal sex, blushing mammon, dick piercing, scenting, size kink, praise, marking, pact marks, lots of greed

Gold. It dropped down your skin in silken cloth, caressing your body in the thin layer and making you shimmer. Necklaces and bracelets glittered like the finest of treasure on your body. Earrings dangled with more carats than anyone could afford.

The tantalising speck in your eye reflected the same ore. Your wicked smirk taunted him in more and more of the golden decadence you were encased in. The finest of prizes. The treasure all pirates would hunt for, the gift all people would die for, the only thing Mammon would kill for.

Rings hung on your fingers. Rubies, emeralds and diamonds galore. The jewel within the golden earrings, he realised, were perfect sapphires. His chest grew tight as they glittered under the chandeliers. “ Your eyes ,” you had whispered them on your first day in the Devildom, just after Mammon had given you his completely grand tour of the House of Lamentation, “ they’re so blue .”

Mammon could still recall his scoff. You had been so strange. Sure, he had only listened to you for an hour by that point, but he had decided you were not worth his valuable time. Most of his mind had been occupied by whether or not his stocks had lowered during the day. “ They are not blue ,” it had felt like an insult to him at the time. He hadn’t even acknowledged the sheer intrigue upon your beautifully shining face — whereas it was all Mammon could think of now, “ they are like… sapphires. Sapphires and gold. ”

You had nodded with a faint little smile. It was the first smile he had seen of yours. Mammon could describe each expression on your face, and the variety of your grins in great detail, but that one was the most valuable in his mind. Rare, special, and one you had shown him first. “ Sapphires and gold .” Yet again, his mind was occupied with profit, including whether or not he could find a way to sell you as an experiment to Solomon, but even then Mammon had felt pride seeing your soft expression just for him. The first time he had felt something positive toward you, a blissful premonition of your shared future. “ A beautiful combination .”

His tongue tied into knots. It was the worst torture he could have ever endured. Any punishment from Lucifer paled in comparison as he watched you descend into the room with the same small smile on your face. His skin burned hot and the rings around his fingers, one of which you had given him as a gift, did nothing to cool his fire. All his brothers stood around him, watching and praising your every movement, he was sure that Beelzebub had slipped drool onto the floor beneath them. Mammon scrunched his nose to ignore the stabbing in his spine.

His. It was what fuelled him. Greed was what flowed in his veins and blossomed in his throat. You were his. You dressed up in the finest of materials for him . You wore sapphire earrings for him . The little smile on your face was only for him . His brothers were not who you were looking for. They were not the ones who protected you and listened to your every story.

“You look darling, my love,” Asmo moved forward in a movement similar to that of a dance. His steps were delicate and smooth as he whisked you away from Mammon’s eyes. You had gone with him like a true ballerina, performing with your typical delicateness and respect. Mammon was sure that he could hear the growing orchestra of the human ballet play out in his head. Did that make him Hilarion to your Gisele? His fingers twitched as he noticed Diavolo and Barabatos greet you with smiles.

Everyone was watching you. Had you been anyone else Mammon would say it was because of the scarcity in your outfit. He knew better. You were the treasure that sparkled in eyes. No jewel, no car, not even his precious Goldie, were comparable to you. You were his human. He was your demon. Your first demon.

Mammon would not allow himself to just watch you be flaunted by his brother. He jumped to action, the orchestra in his mind crescendoed to a glorious triumph, and Mammon made his way across the room. Your golden dress and the sparkling smile guided him forward, the itching in his back of wins that threatened to burst through fuelled him further. Your eyes, lit brighter than the chandeliers above you, found him and your smile returned. Big, toothy, mischevious. The hand weighed down in glorious rings ran softly against your hip, the jewels catching the light gloriously.

Temptress. You were no worse than one of Asmodeus’ succubi. Mammon loved it. Your tantalising gaze licked at his greedy veins and pressed him to act further. To let loose. To properly remind everyone who you were meant for.

“I’m glad you could make it, Mammon!” Diavolo’s regular grin greeted him while Barbotos stood to his left, arms folded in the usual servant manner. Both of them stared into his body, Mammon could feel the eyes as they fell to the flood of green surging off his soulless body. He attempted a smile to placate the royal before him, but your sparkling person kept poking at the corner of his eye. It felt just wrong to look away from you, especially when the hungry gaze of all the higher demons in the Devildom were staring right at you. “Lucifer had said you would be working tonight.”

He had never been so lucky in his life. It was his own curse to step with misfortune haunting his shadow. His modelling job would always run overtime and Mammon would be left hanging from the roof tied in electric cables as punishment for his tardiness. But not that day. Not only did it finish early, a feat in itself, but Mammon was allowed to witness you in all golden glory. “I was gonna, yeah, but we finished early so i’m able to come and celebrate ya.”

He felt your hand before he properly realised you had moved to stand right beside him. Your touch was feathery, slowly running across his back to tug on the belt loop along his hip. The fire beneath his skin was red hot, your touch was the ice he needed to cool down. A shudder ran down Mammon’s spine as you leaned into him, he felt the fire rise on his cheeks at the stance. So blatant, so obvious, it showed that he was dangled on your arm. Him. No one else.

“But,” you sighed and finished your demonus with a low gaze on the floor. One of the fingers you had caught around his belt loop reached for his hand, linking his finger to yours. His lips were sealed tight as the blushed tortured his physique, “it is a shame but I need to steal Mammon for the night. You won’t mind if we leave a bit early, right?”

Diavolo waved off your worry with a hearty grin, moving with your lie though Mammon (and he was sure you as well) knew that he caught your lie easily. “So long as you come over for afternoon tea with Barbatos and I this week, it will be fine.”

“Of course,” you grinned with a wickedness he could only compared to Satan, though that in itself was like a cat. Your chest pressed into his arm as your grin only grew further. “Should I bring over some cakes?”

It was Barbatos who answered the question; with only a simple shake of his head. “That is unnecessary. I will make sure to prepare both yours and the Young Lord’s favourites for our tea.”

“Delightful! I’ll see you both then,” you bid them both a sweet goodbye with a wave of your fingers. Mammon felt himself stuck in a frozen manner as you pulled him away to the door of the castle. All he could register was the cooling touch of your hand holding his own and the sparkling treasure gracing your body.

Mammon was not one for sharing. He never shared his favourite meals. He never shared his time with you. And he certainly did not share his possessions. The gold bars he kept hidden in his safe, the necklaces and bracelets he never intended to wear and Goldie herself were only meant for him. Yet, he needed to see you dressed in his finest possessions.

It sounded glorious. His bed covered in cash and jewels, with his most important treasure laid in the centre, covered in the jewellery he hoarded and nothing else. Just waiting for him to touch. Begging for him. Needing him.

Your visage for the night’s gala was just a little treat for the reality of his dream.

“Where are ya takin’ me?” He tugged on your joined hands in resistance and grimaced as the collar of his suit choked on him. Mammon wanted nothing more than to follow your every step, but his own attitude had to intervene. The door of the castle opened and granted Mammon a warm breeze through the Devildom night. The moons were tall in the dark sky, shining bright enough to make your jewellery glitter.  “Lucifer is gonna punish us. Nah, he is gonna punish me and then say I took ya myself.”

You giggled and he felt his tongue tie together. He loved that noise, more than when the slots would make that fantastic winning chime. “I just had a thought,” you stopped walking and turned around to smile at him. His hand was still caught in yours, and you pulled him in so that your chest pressed together. “Everyone is with Diavolo, so we have the house to ourselves…”

Evil temptress. You were pure evil! Mammon groaned and hid behind his free hand, the blush burning red on his cheeks. “You can’t say that kinda stuff,” he whined into his palm, and your resounding giggle only made him whine louder. It was wicked and you knew it! Maybe you really were part succubi. “It’ll gimme ideas.”

You moved his hand from his face, lips dangerously close to touching him. Mammon was frozen once again. Does he do it. Does he grant himself the kiss he had dreamed of? He needed it, more than he needed the newest 666 Lexura (on Lucifer’s dime) but he couldn’t if you weren’t wanting it. Mammon would wait for an eternity for you. “And if I want you to have those ideas?”

From then on, it was Mammon who led you to the House of Lamentation. The searing burn of his skin was nothing to the icy touch you offered, he needed it all over his body. Your hand was tightly gripped in the veiny grasp of his fist, but you no made no cries.

There was only gleeful laughter as you ran along beside him. Mammon didn’t allow himself the pleasure of moaning over your beautiful laugh, not when he knew what was awaiting him inside the large doors it the house. As much as he did love your laugh, he was just dying to hear your moans instead.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you look so determined,” you whispered it into his ears as he fumbled with the handles of the front door. Stupid faulty lock. Stupid prank from Belphegor to annoy Lucifer. Your lips were inches from his ear, more teasing speech sounding like the song of sirens to lure him in, “want me that bad?”

No speaking. If he spoke Mammon knew he would mess everything up and wake up from the dream he had to have been having. Instead he successfully pushed the front door open and whisked you away to his bedroom. Where you belonged.

It all just felt so right having you inside his space. Your scent has gotten so faint over the days it had been since your movie night together. The aura you held, so mischevious in its purity, tainted by his pact. He could see the black blemish along your soul all around you, burned by the mark along your sternum.

And yet, it just fuelled him so much more. It was all his. You were his. You were dressed up all for him, ready to be coated in his treasure, and smiling at him in wait for his next step. You stood in front of his bed, fingers trailing down the golden dress you tortured him with. It would be so easy to push you back onto the mattress and ravage you as he had desired for far too long.

Mammon was sure that his breathing was ragged and shallow, he must have resembled a monster. His hair was messed from his own awkward hands as he tried to stay calm and the tingling of his wings still taunted his back in wait. One more step and the control over himself would combust.

He was always weak when it came to you.

“Mammon,” you whispered his name like it were a crime. So soft spoken, not wanting to break the bubble. Your mischief, the teasing, it had gone. All that stood left before him was the radiating greed from your form, drowning his mind in the finest of liquor, “I need you.”

Snap . He heard the crack of his wings hitting the air before Mammon properly felt them extend from his back. They tore through the suit he wore as he pounced on you, your back falling to the mattress under his body.

You were so small. He was not the largest demon, but there was something in the sheer difference in your frames. Your face was cast in his shadow, your alluring eyes large as you stared up at him. There was no fear when his claw tore through the front of your dress.

Instead, there was a bright smile, the one he loved, when you realised what he was doing. “Yours, Mammon,” your hands found his hair and the horns protruding from them, pushing your chest closer to his face. The torn gold along your chest had revealed your glorious body to him, but most importantly, the mark that made you his.

“Mine,” the word was like a growl on his tongue as he watched the mark. It glowed in his presence, even more of the glorious gold that he loved. “Had to watch ya be shown off. I felt sick watchin’ but I couldn’t look away from ya, Treasure.”

You lifted a leg around his hips to press yourself against his erection. Mammon felt his cheeks go red from the shame but your shaky moan at the touch melted it away. His greedy little human, it felt amazing to know he was not the only one desperate. “Did I look pretty for you?”

“So so pretty,” he pushed up the skirt of your dress, letting the long material bunch at your waist. He wouldn’t let you take it off, maybe not for a long time. His colour was just too beautiful on you. “Gonna need you to wear this every day.”

You shuddered against him as Mammon ran a long finger along your cunt. No underwear. He had always heard Asmo talk about how you couldn’t wear panties with some clothes, but he just thought it was a lie. And yet, you were on display for him just like that. “That may be hard since you tore the front,”

“Ain’t no one else seeing you in this.” No. No, he couldn’t be having that. Even if you were in an outfit that covered all your skin under hundreds of layers, Mammon would still prefer it for his eyes alone. The wet heat on his fingers made his head spin in horny glee, the sweet smell of you making his eyes roll. “Just for me from now on. Got it? Me.”

You pushed against his seeking hand, rubbing more of your slick onto his palm. His erection throbbed in his pants. He needed to feel you. Feel all of you. “I sound like a doll then.”

His wings flapped and Mammon bit his lip. Doll. That worked. He rather liked it. “My doll, though, not my brothers,” he dug his head into the crook of your neck. Your smell was so strong, it streamed from every pore in your skin, he felt intoxicated. The growing lust, the overwhelming greed, even the licks of pride that often made his face scrunch were delicious from you. “Need ya really bad, human.”

You stroked his hair and rolled your hips against him. “Then, have me,”

The soft words had spurred action within you both. Mammon had gone into his back while you adjusted yourself to straddle him, his erection flush against his toned chest and leanings beads of white. Your eyes never strayed from his dick, he felt like glowing under your approving gaze.

“You have piercings?” Mammon nodded with a smirk, shining from the wetness he could feel growing on his thighs. You liked it. He should have known you would.

Your hand gently went to grasp his cock, thumb running along the golden piercing beneath the head. His moaned through his teeth at your curious touch. You did it again, gauging his reaction and milking another bead of precum from his slit.

Mammon noticed the bite of your lip, the slow grinding of your hips and the flooding lust in the air. He wanted to show off for you, tease you, and simultaneously ask if you wanted him to get more. “I really like it,” you eventually said, rubbing your palm against him as you lifted yourself into the air.

He dug his fingers into the mattress beneath him. It was happening. The thing he had craved. Something Mammon would have sold all his belongings for. You. He got to have you!

You aligned his dick with your entrance, whimpering as he entered. Your golden dress had fallen down and hid the act from his eyes, which may be a good thing because Mammon knew he would never be able to tear his eyes from it. He groaned as you slid down the shaft, taking more and more of him in such a slow movement that it felt torturous.

Until, he was completely in you, pushing you and stretching you out. He could feel your cunt tight and warm around him, throbbing in need for only his touch. Your face was scrunched in desire as your lip wobbled. His little human. All full.

“Doing so well, Treasure,” he moaned the praise into the air, his hand right on your hip. The glow of his pact mark fuelled the flames inside his body, only triumphed as your tits slipped from the torn dress. Mammon couldn’t help himself. “My human. Lookin’ all pretty for me,” he continued to whispered all the praise he had ever thought of when it came to you, moving himself up and closer to your chest.

When his mouth kissed the skin around your breast, your body shook as you moaned. He graced his fangs to see your reaction — it was just as needy as the last. You began to move on his dick, bouncing up and down while you pulled on his hair.

More marks. He wanted to leave enough marks on you that no one would dare go near you. Mammon squeezed his hand in your waist as he bit gently on your chest, and to his surprise you giggled through your shaky moan. “Am I your property now, Mammon?”

“Not property,” he was quick to dismiss that. You were his, but not an object. You were his favourite treasure, someone to worship. “You’re mine though. Don’t ya forget that or else.”

Your movements were that of a succubi. You’d managed to get him nice and deep inside you, threatening his control over just filling you up with his cum each time, then pulling him out so just his tip would kiss your opening.

And yet, your face was angelic and oh so sweet. Mammon was enamoured. “I won’t ever forget,” he couldn’t help but nuzzle into your neck again. It felt so safe. Mammon kissed your neck as he moved his other hand to your hip, moving your body with your bouncing, adding just the slightest bit more speed.

His favourite doll. His sapphire and his gold. His.

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[zorosdimples]

GOOD PET

pairing ༄ lucifer x gn!reader

warnings ༄ minors: please do not interact! i will block you. brief sexual content, pet play, dubious consent, voyeurism, exhibitionism. reader is self-conscious about their chest, but their genitalia isn’t mentioned, and they are referred to as “you.” lucifer is mean!!! please let me know if i should add anything else to the warnings!

word count ༄ 1123

notes ༄ i told jules @bizarrebankai forever ago that i would write this based on a post she made about lucifer and pet play. i never thought i would write pet play, but here we are! my initial vision for this piece was much softer, but…it took on a life of its own. i hope everyone enjoys <3

your neck prickles in anticipation as lucifer emerges from his closet and approaches you steadily, collar in hand. his predatory eyes are crimson—fresh blood on a sharp blade—but as he steps up to you, he raises a gentle gloved hand to cup your face. he breathes a wry chuckle as you melt into his hold.

“did you think you would get away unscathed after that stunt you pulled during my meeting, darling?” lucifer coos, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone, teasing tenderness. “no matter how sweet you are, you cannot escape your punishment.”

a foolish human, you rush to your own defense. “it was mammon’s idea and—” lucifer squeezes your jaw to stop your prattling, your glossy lips puckered into a cute pout.

the demon has half a mind to kiss you stupid and take you against the wall, but that wouldn’t be fun, now would it? after all: you must learn your lesson.

your gaze flickers down to the collar. the buttery black leather is accented by a gleaming buckle. no frills, no embellishments, no nonsense—much like your lover. the only notable feature of the collar is hidden on the interior lining: lucifer’s name spelled out in little silver stamps, each letter flipped backwards so when the collar hugs your neck, the cool metal nips at your warm flesh. after it’s unbuckled and removed, the demon’s name is branded into your skin.

it’s an ephemeral reminder of who you belong to.

“good pets only speak when they are spoken to,” lucifer reprimands as he fastens the collar around your neck tight enough to be uncomfortable. you whimper as you feel his name kiss your throat.

he offers you a sinister smile, wine-dark irises glowing with foreboding. “mammon will receive his punishment too, i can assure you. but i would be more concerned about myself if i were you.”

the thinly-veiled threat curls against your nape and gooseflesh skitters across your limbs. you shiver. lucifer pats your head like an owner comforting his jittery lapdog before crossing his arms and giving you a firm command: “strip.”

your fingers slip beneath the hem of your shirt and you pull it off in one swift motion; your bottoms pool at your feet soon after, then finally your undergarments fly to the floor. perhaps you should feel vulnerable—nude and collared before the fully clothed demon—but you are single-mindedly focused on avoiding any further transgressions.

lucifer barely spares you a glance before he turns his back to you and walks toward the mahogany door. “better. now follow me.”

dropping on all fours, you trail after lucifer, knees knocking and palms dragging against the gnarled hardwood floor. you hesitate when he turns a corner and heads in the direction of the front entryway. as if he has eyes on the back of his head and can hear your thoughts, he stops to assert, “all my brothers are where they should be.” he doesn’t need to tell you to keep moving—the order is in the steel edge of his cool tone.

descending the stairs is difficult, and you scurry to keep pace with lucifer’s long strides, his footsteps muffled by the plush, centuries old carpet that leads to the living room. you follow him obediently down the winding halls, breathing sharply in and out of your nose so you don’t pant like a dog. confusion clouds your thoughts when the demon stops outside your bedroom.

you can taste the question that sits on the tip of your tongue, but you swallow it down. wordlessly, lucifer opens the door, and you halt mid-crawl, a shocked gasp tumbling out of your lips.

mammon is bound and gagged, hanging upside down from the ceiling. the magic-imbued rope crackles and sparks as it comes into contact with the demon’s skin, a duel between lucifer’s magic and mammon’s, the woven fibers ultimately preventing the second-born’s escape. he’s writhing around against his bonds and letting out muffled curses as you enter the room.

when mammon spots you, he ceases to struggle altogether, body sagging and golden irises wide as grimm. you scramble to preserve some modicum of dignity, falling to your knees, hands flailing to protect your chest. flames engulf your skin and tears sting at your eyes. neither of you register the sound of lucifer closing the bedroom door and the lock clicking into place.

against your better judgment, you address the demon who orchestrated this twisted rendezvous.

“lucifer? what’s going on?” you wince at the words that leave your trembling lips—unusually high-pitched and squeaky like a dog toy. your humiliation intensifies.

“did you hear something, mammon?” lucifer addresses his younger brother casually, icy voice haughty. “it sounded like…yapping.”

mammon doesn’t react to lucifer’s question, still staring at you.

“you’ve been here for a while, and still have quite some time left, so i thought i would be a good big brother and bring you a little distraction to pass the time,” lucifer explains, stroking your hair. his touch would feel absentminded if you didn’t know him so well. “isn’t that right, little one?”

your neck snaps up to look at lucifer. his heavy hand still rests atop your head and his menacing grin reveals knife-edged incisors. you tremble beneath him: easy prey.

“you and mammon got into trouble together, darling; now you shall endure your punishments together.”

lucifer’s palm curves to fist your hair and tug you forward. in an attempt to avoid being dragged, you haphazardly crawl beside him, fingernails scraping against the floor. he stops you only a few feet from where mammon swings from the rafters.

“what do you think of my pet, mammon?” lucifer taunts. each word is an alluring barb dripping with poison. you watch the white-haired demon; his adam’s apple bobs in response to his brother’s question.

lucifer switches his attention to you, kneeling down to your height, thumbing at your plush bottom lip. “how would you like to give my dear brother a little show?” he asks. your body reacts before your brain can and you nod. his lips tug into a smirk. “i knew you would.”

your stomach turns as lucifer stands up and unbuckles his belt. his voice is low as he orders, “on your knees.” hot tears are already blurring your vision as you wobble into position.

lucifer pulls his cock out of his trousers, flushed and oozing precum. “tongue out.”

you do as he says, pink muscle lolling out of your mouth, salivating in anticipation. lucifer smacks his heavy tip onto your extended tongue and you stay still, awaiting his next order. under your fluttering lashes your wet gaze is glued to his; he beams.

“good pet.”

you are too rapt to notice your audience’s stifled groans and the prominent bulge in his jeans.

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[ilychld]

the brothers would definitely tag-team MC. they'd take turns and when deciding, it's not the most pleasant thing.

the brothers would probably decide who fucks MC first by making it a game to who can make you cum with their hands the most, they wouldn't care if you're a sobbering mess or when you scream for them to stop. they just know you could handle more than what their hands are giving, you just have to wait.

and you did, you lay nearly motionless as your hole ached to be filled. you wanted to scream, to tell them to just fuck you at the same time but you can't. your mind has turned to a puddle, alongside your sheets and words couldn't form anymore. you could only babble until they were done with you.

using you, or fucking you with only their hands lasted for an hour or two until you were able to scream beelzebub's name as you came undone for the upteenth time. and when you did, they stopped. grunts and muttering filled the room shortly, cursing as they stepped away for beel to ravish you.

"say beel, we're twins right? how about we share MC together?"

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[demonvibez]

The Book Club

Characters: Satan x F! Reader ( x Asmo ) Rating: Mature [Minors DNI] Word Count: 2.5k+ Tags: smut, public sex, unprotected sex, cock warming, exhibitionism/voyeurism, masturbation, oral sex, threesome, cum in mouth + vagina, female body parts, they/them pronouns for reader, mam and levi are briefly in the story but are not involved in this smut (sry loves) A/N: just an idea that popped into my head and took off! also! highly recommmend the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde. I haven't read it in forever so I'm gonna give it a reread, but you should check it out if you can. Anyways, pls enjoy ♡

It wasn't unusual for you and Satan to hang out in the House library and read together. Whether it was for educational purposes, or simply recreational, the two of you loved being in the library. So much so that, if his brothers needed to find one of you, they would often only need look in the there. Typically the two of you took to Satan's bedroom for your more intimate affairs, keeping your sexual adventures together private. This evening, however, you had something else in mind.

There you both sit on the plush purple couch, the fire roaring in front of you two. You sit perched in Satan's lap as he has one arm around your waist, the other hand holding his copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray for you to read aloud. A soft, fuzzy blanket is draped across the two of you, concealing the fact that Satan's throbbing cock is fully sheathed inside of your tight, wet pussy. The two of you wanted to relax while you read, and nothing is more relaxing to Satan than having his cock warmed by you while reading a nice book. Cuddling with you in his lap while your warmth squeezes around him, the fire crackling in the background with the gentle melody of your voice reading to him - Satan has never been to the Celestial Realm, but he'd be willing to argue that this is better. As you shift slightly in his lap to flip the page forward, Satan can't help but to let out a tiny groan, his cock twitching inside of you. You feel so good wrapped around him, it took every ounce of self restraint not to just throw the book down and fuck into you right now.

"Careful, kitten," he whispers in your ear, "if we get too heated, we may have to-" Just as Satan was finishing his sentence, the library doors burst open. In through the door Mammon comes rushing, already arguing with Leviathan and Asmodeus who are walking in behind him. Asmodeus is wearing an annoyed expression, clearly in disagreement with Mammon, while Leviathan seems barely interested and is playing his handheld console. You could feel Satan tense up beneath you - his lime green finger tips digging into your hip, his expression stoic and expressionless. You knew Satan well enough to know that this was the calm before the storm.

"Oi, human! I've been lookin' for ya! Settle this argument we're havin'," Mammon shouts as he approaches the two of you.

"Seriously, Mammon? You really think they're gonna approve of such a stupid scheme? You're such an idiot," says Asmodeus, rolling his eyes as he stands next to Mammon with a hand on his hip. Leviathan leans against one of the study tables, his eyes still focused on his game.

"Yeah, Mammon. They're not gonna tell you anything different from us," he says without looking up. Mammon has a betrayed look on his face, turning to plead his case to you. Before Mammon can even begin to explain, Satan interjects.

"Not even a single fucking word Mammon, the answer is no."

"LOL!"

"But ya didn't even-"

"I said no, Mammon. We don't want to fucking hear it. I've known you my entire life. I know the kinds of schemes you concoct, I know that you want to drag my human into it and ultimately leave them with the mess. I don't care what it is - the answer is NO." You could feel Satan's wrath building up from his side of the pact. The two of you were supposed to be having a nice, relaxing, intimate evening, and the last thing you wanted was for Satan to fly into a fit of rage. The situation needed to be diffused before it reached a flashing point, and there was no one better in all three realms to soothe the situation than you. You squeeze your walls around him, reminding him of the situation you are in. A small gasp escapes Satan's lips, a hint of surprise in his emerald green eyes. You move your hand to gently stroke his golden blonde hair, the wrath you felt building up starting to ease. Satan's eyes can't help but to flutter closed at all of the different sensations, and as you continue to stroke his hair, you turn to address Mammon and his other brothers.

"Hey! Whaddaya mean by your hum-"

"Mammon, sweetheart," you cut him off, "I know you probably think you have a good plan...but whatever it is, if this many people are telling you it's a bad idea, it probably is."

"But-"

"No buts. You know in the end you're just gonna get strung up from the ceiling again. Now, if you will excuse us, we were busy reading Oscar Wilde before the three of you interrupted," you said, turning your attention back to the book and ultimately trying to get your evening back on the rails. You feel Satan's cock twitch inside of you once again as you take the book from his hand, forcing you to bite your bottom lip.

"Tch, whatever. Who even cares, I've got tons of other ideas," Mammon says as he sulks his way out the library door. Leviathan pushes off the table, also making his exit as he simultaneously continues on with his current in-game mission. The only brother that still remains is Asmodeus. He remains stood across from the two of you, a hint of suspicion on his face as he watches you. Unbeknownst to you, he had been observing you both since he entered the room. The obvious lust lingering in the air upon his arrival, and again a few moments ago, had been enough to keep him curious about what you two are really up to. Folding his arms across his chest, Asmo is determined to get to the bottom of this.

"Reading...sure..." he says, an eyebrow raised, clearly implying that the two of you are hiding something.

"Clearly, we are reading. We're in the middle of The Picture of Dorian Gray, a novel you would probably do well to read. Now, I don't know what you think we're doing Asmo, but why don't yo-"

"You know exactly what I am implying, big brother," he remarks, a sinister smirk on his face. "Or have you forgotten I'm the Avatar of Lust?" At the mention of lust, Satan can feel you clench around him and hold on. His breathing hitches yet again, his heart racing right along with yours, at the prospect that Lust itself has caught you in the act. "Did you think you two could hide this from me? Such blatant lust right in front of me," he says in a lightly mocking tone. You look over to Satan to see his cheeks dusted with blush and his eyes avoiding the both of you. You can feel yourself dripping down his hard length in anticipation of what could possibly happen next - whatever it is, the haze of lust grows in your mind, and you're just hoping to get some relief. It's hard to even focus on what the two demons in the room are talking about when all you can think about is your growing desire to just start bouncing on Satan's cock. It's not like Asmo would care, right? So tempting...

Before you can even make a decision, Asmo steps forward and reaches down, pulling on the blanket covering the two of you. Satan tries holding on to it but Asmo uses all of his force to pull on it, ripping it away and exposing your little cock warming session.

"I fucking knew it," exclaims Asmodeus, clearly satisfied with the results of his query. He tosses the blanket down on the ground, then goes to sit in one of the reading chairs across from you, his eyes glowing pink and his sinister grin wide. "Oh, don't mind me. Our darling human clearly needs you more right now, dear brother~♡" As much as Satan wanted to protest, he'd have to punish his younger brother later. Neither of you have the resolve to hold back any longer, and if the Avatar of Lust insists on watching, then he better enjoy the damn show. You both knew waiting was apart of the fun of cock warming, but neither of you expected such an agonizing pleasure. You had been carefully rubbing your thighs together, trying to find a small bit of relief, while Satan quite literally bit his tongue to hold in the moans - that was, until, you two had been exposed. To hell with hiding; to hell with waiting. You place your arm on the back of the couch, pushing yourself up and sliding back down Satan's cock. Moans escape from both of your lips in unison, like music to Asmo's ears. He reaches down to undo his belt buckle, the sound of which causing Satan to open his eyes and shoot him an emerald death glare. You can't help but to let out a whine at Satan's lack of attention - you don't give a damn what Asmo is doing, you need Satan to fuck you into the couch, and you need him to do it now. Hearing you whine seemed to have done the trick, because the moment he looks at you and sees the desperate look in your eyes, he starts to thrust up into you.

"Finally," you sigh happily, relieved to finally be properly taking the cock you've been craving since he slid himself into you. As you bounce on Satan's lap, your eyes flutter closed, your hand clenching into the back of the couch as the other grips one of your breasts through your shirt. You open your eyes momentarily to see that Asmodeus has taken his cock out of his pants, and is now stroking it while watching the two of you over on the couch. 'Fuck,' you think to yourself, feeling yourself get even wetter at the sight. The pace of Satan's thrusts picks up as he reaches down in front of you to toy at your swollen clitoris, a jolt of pleasure being sent through your entire body at the moment of contact. 

"Fuck...yes kitten, just like that. So good for me," Satan praises as he continues to fuck you towards your first orgasm. As Asmodeus watches the Avatar of Wrath pound into your needy hole, he did his best to match the pace of his brother's thrusts with his own hand. He'd love to be the one passionately fucking you right now, but he'll settle for watching you as long as you get pleasure. Lust being his sin, he is feeding off the two of you right now. Even if you were ordinary he'd be soaking it in - but you're his darling human and he is simply obsessed with your pleasure. You have no idea how gorgeous you look to him right now - how amazing you look when you wear his sin on your face, the gorgeous way your voice reverberates off the walls when you moan. You truly are a work of art ~ ♡

The three of you moan in harmony as you continue to make your way towards the peak of your first orgasm. Satan continues to pump into you at an unwavering pace as he massages your sex, and you can feel yourself finally being pushed over the edge of your first orgasm. A warm tingle spreads over your entire body, your moans becoming erratic and your eyes rolling into the back of your head as Satan continues on, overstimulating you in the best of ways. You ride the high of your climax until you come down, Satan slowing the pace of his thrusts to allow you to catch your breath. 

A few moments later, you feel both of his hands clasp your hips, and suddenly he's bending you over the arm of the sofa. He begins driving his hips into you, hitting spots inside of you that no one else has before. He fucks into you at a steady pace, moans and whimpers spilling from your lips with each thrust, and in your mind's lustful haze you swear you can see fireworks. In the midst of it all, Asmodeus spots an opportunity for himself. With his own throbbing cock still in his hand, he stands up and makes his way over to your side of the couch. With his free hand, he cups your cheek, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb as he strokes himself.

"Darling, you look absolutely delectable. May I? Please~?" he asks as he puts the head of his cock near your mouth, looking down at you with pleading eyes. You nod and moan out a 'yes' before he slides himself into your mouth. A sigh of relief and an unrestrained moan fall from Asmo's lips as he feels your soft mouth around his hard shaft. The way Satan is pounding into you from behind creates enough momentum to fuck you onto Asmo's cock for him - all he has to do is watch, and he is simply entranced by you. He pushes your hair back out of your face, cupping the back of your head gently as he watches you. The way you're looking up at him as you suck his cock is enough to make him wanna bust alone, and that's without taking into consideration the way it feels when you moan against him. 

Satan starts to pick up the pace, feeling his own climax starting to come close. He reaches down to massage your clit once again, his thrusts starting to become harder and more erratic. Your muffled moans grow louder, as does your orgasm once again, as the three of you frantically fuck each other, trying to get each other off. Satan can feel your walls begin to tighten around him, your orgasm being the first to hit it's peak. 

"Fuck, yes kitten, cum all over my cock," he says as he pounds away at your increasingly tightening hole, his seed spilling into you after only a few more thrusts. As you moan all over Asmo's cock, he can't help but to thrust his hips into your face, his cum shooting down your throat as he gently moans your name. Asmo pulls out of you immediately after finishing, wiping your face with his thumb to clean up any stray. A few moments later, after catching his breath a little, Satan pulls out of you and quickly fixes his pants. He sits down on the couch and pulls you into his lap, not caring about anything leaking onto him. He wraps his arms around you and you both just sit together, continuing to catch your breaths. Asmodeus breaks the silence.

"I think I'll have to come to book club more often."  The three of you erupt into exhausted laughter. Book Club may have to become a regular occurrence - in a more private meeting room, of course. 

· demonvibez ♡ 2023 · do not copy, repost or modify · · likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! ♡ ·

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[cosmiic-world]

mammon — shower sex

cw: mature themes (obviously), latino!mammon, overstimulation, dacryphilia, slightly submissive to dom mammon, aphrodisiac mentioned, praise, use of “good girl”, pet names (princesa/princess, mami), filth.

i spent weeks writing this dosnksnsnsk

mammon was so horny that he couldn’t handle it, his cock throbbing against the material of his pants as he stumbled into your room. he practically whined when he did that see you immediately. he thought you’d be on your bed, reading a magazine with your feet swaying in the air, catching a glimpse of your cute black lace underwear from underneath your cute matching silk sleep dress that he got you.

his ears perked as he heard the running wayer coming from the bathroom, his mouth practically salivating at the thought of your wondrous body underneath the water, steam mixing with your harsh pants and moans. he quickly made his way towards the door in two quick strides, needing to take care of his problem fast before he went insane.

you were humming softly to yourself as you heard a knock on the door. “who is it?”

“it’s me, darlin.” he said before opening the door and closing it quickly, locking it before leaning against the door for support.

“hi baby, i’m just about done here, just give me a few minutes, yeah?” you said cheerfully, completely oblivious to the fact that your boyfriend was barely able to hold himself together. he wasn’t sure what made him this fucking horny but he was in agony.

after a few beats of silence, you furrowed your brows, worried. “mammon?” you peeked around the shower curtain to see the disastrous state he was in. his cheeks flushed, his hair was a mess, clothes ruffled and messed up completely. “what’s wrong?”

“need you. need you now. need to feel that sweet cunt around me, please.” he whined as he struggled with his belt.

you reached out to help him, worried about him. he didn’t even care if you got his clothes wet, he needed you immediately.

once his clothes were finally off, he grabbed your hips and pulled you against him as you stepped back into the shower, feeling his cock hot and heavy against your stomach.

“what,” you gasped against his lips as he kissed you fervently, “what happened to you?”

“i- i don’t know. i ate somethin’ and i just had an extremely painful boner.” he said, placing open mouthed kisses down your neck.

you moaned and tilted your head, your fingers finding their way into his hair and gently grabbing onto it, tugging it slightly. you shuddered as he groaned almost like an animal against your supple skin.

“can’t take it ‘nymore. gotta cum.. please.” he said, whining slightly as he rutted against your stomach. he was so desperate and needed something, anything, to make him cum.

“it’s okay, i got you baby.” you said before wrapping your fingers around his angry red tip, setting a brisk pace for your strokes.

his body shook as he threw his head back, moaning and groaning at the relieving pleasure you brought him. “oh fuck.. i think ‘m gonna-“ his words were cut off with an abrupt gasp as he came hard.

you hummed softly as it hit your chest, feeling the warm seed being washed away by the water. “good job, baby.” you said, smiling as you watched him fall apart from your touch. your smile was soon wiped off your face as he opened his eyes and you noticed that oh so familiar mischievous glint in his eyes.

“c’mere mami.” he said before grabbing your waist and turning you around so your back was flush against his chest. “you trust me, right mami?” he said as he placed hot open mouthed kisses along the side of your neck.

“mhmm, of course i do baby.” you nodded, letting your eyes close as you tilted your head, humming happily.

mammon grabbed the handheld showerhead from its holder and switched the setting to it’s powerspray setting. “hold onto me, i got you.” he said before using his free arm to lift your leg.

your opened your eyes to see the shower head in his hand and held onto his arm just as he said. just as you were about to ask what he was doing, he positioned the water to hit your clit with just the right pressure. you gasped and moaned at the pleasure, leaning back against him. “oh fuck!”

“se siente bien, mami?” he said, smiling. he loved seeing you become putty in his hands.

“f-feels so good,” you moaned out, humming in pleasure as your hips began to rock back and forth on their own.

“good. let yourself go, mami. you can do it. i know you can.” he said, kissing your neck again and adding onto the sweet pleasure you were feeling.

your hips began bucking wildly as you got closer to your orgasm, your moans becoming desperate. “o-oh- m-mammon, ‘m gonna cum!”

“c’mon mami, cum for me.” he said, smiling as your legs trembled, threatening to give out which made you lean on him for support.

you cried out loud as you came hard, your eyes rolling to the back of your head which made you see stars. “oh, f-fuuuck.” you moaned out. you cried as your legs attempted to close but his hand that had your leg lifted kept you from closing them.

“that’s it baby, good girl…” he said into your ear, groaning softly as your hips bucked widly, your moans turning into cries as you were quickly overstimulated. “such a good fucking girl for me… mi princesa” he said as he took the water pressure away from your clit and hooked it back, setting it back onto its regular setting, letting the warm water cascade down your bodies. he gently let your leg down and caressed you, running his hands up and down your body.

“can you handle one more for me?” he said, smiling as he watched the way your chest rose and fell while you panted, barely coming down from your orgasm. you couldn’t help but nod, craving for more of him. “i knew you could do it, princesa.” he smirked as he lifted your leg up again, slightly lower this time, and aligned his hard cock with your slick hole.

“‘m gonna make sure you cant walk again, okay mami?”

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[yuta-nation]

Punishment (Lucifer)

content: dom!lucifer, sub!reader, AFAB reader, no pronouns used, s3x toys, underwear as a gag. i think that's it, lmk if i missed anything.

wc: 2.4k

a/n: repost from my old acct. enjoy (again)!

You turned your head in the direction of your bedroom door upon hearing a knock on the other side. You opened your mouth to invite whoever it was in, but the knob was turning, and the door was opening before you got a word out. Mammon stuck his head into your room, eyes panicked behind his sunglasses.

“Room inspections in five minutes, hide whatever needs hidin’ quick!” he warned you in a whisper louder than his speaking voice before closing the door behind him. You heard his footsteps retreating quickly as he made his way toward his room to take his own advice.

You shot up out of your chair, knocking it over in your haste. You didn’t have anything that needed “hidin’”, but your room was…less than tidy. Clothes were strewn over the floor, books stacked in unsteady piles on your desk and nightstand, empty water bottles scattered throughout the room, and your bed hadn’t been made for a week. You mumbled a string of curses as you rushed to make your room presentable, gathering all the clothes into your hamper, returning the books to your shelf, and tossing the bottles in the recycling bin. You heard another knock on the door just as you turned your attention to your bed.

“Shit,” you whispered, sparing your unkempt bed a nasty glare.

“Come in!” you called dejectedly, knowing you were about to get an earful. You moved to the bed in a futile attempt to hide the disarray with your body. Lucifer entered your room as you pulled your lamb plushie (a gift from Mammon) tight against your chest while you lounged on the bed, feigning nonchalance at the demon’s presence.

“Good evening,” Lucifer greeted, offering you a small, polite smile.

His eyes began scanning the room, starting at one wall and moving to the next. After a few seconds, he nodded in satisfaction at the rest of the room before shifting his focus to you and your bed. You shifted your weight in discomfort at his gaze, noticing how his eyes narrowed slightly at the mess. You sat up and repositioned yourself on your pillows, waiting for the impending lecture. As you settled back down, you saw Lucifer’s eyes widen.

“What is that?” he asked, deep voice taking a hard edge. You looked down at your plushie in confusion before answering.

“…a lamb?” you answered, voice lilting up in uncertainty.

“I am referring to the blue object at your side. What is that?” And you felt your heart drop out of your ass.

You looked down at your left side and saw your blue vibrator poking out from underneath a pillow. You stared at it in awe for several seconds before you heard the demon before you clear his throat expectantly. You swallowed hard before turning to look at him. It felt like all the blood in your body had traveled to your face, you could feel your ears and cheeks burn in embarrassment and fear. You opened your mouth then closed it again several times, unable to summon any words to your lips.

“Answer me,” Lucifer demanded, taking a step closer to the bed.

“I-it’s a-a vibrator,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. A heavy silence fell over the room, pressing down on your body, pinning you in place.

“Are you hiding anything else? if I suspect that you are lying to me, I will tear this room apart. Think carefully before you answer me.” He looked directly into your eyes as he spoke, and it felt like he was burning holes into your soul.

“…Top drawer of the dresser,” you said weakly, pulling the lamb tighter to your chest.

The demon marched over to your dresser, yanking the first drawer open. Nestled among your socks, bras, and underwear was a bullet vibe and a bottle of lube. You screwed your eyes shut in shame as he reached into the drawer to pull the items out, keeping them closed until you heard the drawer slam shut. You pried your eyes open to watch Lucifer walk slowly to the foot of your bed, gasping as he threw the confiscated items onto the mattress.

“So this is what you do at night? Instead of sleeping or studying, you spend your time pleasuring yourself. I expect this kind of debauchery from the others; they’re demons, they were born to revel in their sins; they can’t help it. But for you to engage in such behavior? I’m quite disappointed.”

“I—”

“I, do not want to hear your excuses. I have to punish you for this. You understand that, don’t you?”

 You nodded slowly, not trusting your voice.

“Good,” was the only response you received before Lucifer climbed onto your bed.

“What’re you doing?!” you squeaked out as he crawled towards you and yanked the lamb from your arms, tossing it somewhere on the floor behind him.

“I told you, you’re going to be punished. You’ve been playing with your pussy every night, it’s only fair that I get a turn, isn’t it?” Your eyes widened at his question, and your cunt throbbed in anticipation.

Of course, you’d fantasized about similar scenarios almost nightly, but you never entertained the idea of them becoming reality. Your heart sank for a moment, as you considered that perhaps he was just teasing you, that this was a cruel prank of his, that any second he’d laugh in your face, sneering ‘Is that what you hoped I’d say, you pitiful human? You disgust me.’ but the repudiation never came. All you saw in the demon’s red eyes was lust, and some other emotion you couldn’t identify. But you detected no repulsion or mischief in his gaze.

“Answer me, little lamb,” Luficer ordered, moving so that his body hovered over your own, arms and legs on either side of you, his weight resting on his left hand that was positioned by your head. You could feel his warm breath on your face every time he exhaled.

“Y-yes. that’s only f-fair.” He rewarded you with a smug grin, flashing you his canines in the process.

“Excellent, I’m glad we’re on the same page,” he said lowly before closing the distance between your mouths.

You had spent an embarrassing amount of time imagining what kissing Lucifer would be like, but never in your dozens of fantasies was his kiss so desperate. It was like he was trying to devour you as his tongue slipped past your lips, exploring your mouth with fervor. You let out a whine as he nipped at your lower lip before diving back in to suck your tongue. He bucked his hips against yours at the sound, grinding his large bulge against your clothed cunt. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist in an attempt to keep him flush against you, but he quickly grabbed your legs and untangled them from him, pulling back from the kiss to look at you humorlessly.

“I thought I made myself clear that this was a punishment; don’t get so bold. I am not doing this for your pleasure,” he warned, hand threading through your hair to pull your head to the side, baring your neck to him.

“I’m doing it for mine,” he growled before biting the junction between your neck and shoulder. He didn’t apply enough force to break the skin, but it was enough to make you yelp in shock. A gloved hand clamped itself over your mouth, but the demon’s lips didn’t leave your neck. He began to suck and nip a bruise onto your skin, your eyes rolling back at the sensation. Lucifer eventually released your neck, admiring his handiwork with satisfaction; that mark was going to last a while. his hand, however, remained in place. His eyes met yours again, your heart twisting when he shook his head in disapproval.

“It seems you want my brothers to hear you, is that it?” you shook your head frantically in denial, earning you a small smile.

“Then be quiet. here, I’ll even help you,” he offered, removing his hand from your mouth to reach into his pocket. You could feel your face heat up as he pulled out a pair of your underwear. Your favorite pair, to be exact; a black lace thong with a red heart pattern. You didn’t own anything similar, preferring more comfortable cotton boxers or briefs, of course that pair stood out in your drawer. you’d bought them with the demon before you in mind.

“Open your mouth,” he instructed. if you had been standing, your legs would’ve given out at that moment. You did as you were told for once, opening your mouth wide. Lucifer smiled at your obedience as he stuffed your mouth with your own panties. You closed your mouth around them, embarrassed by how much your mouth watered. You watched as he finally reached for the blue vibe that had gotten you into this wonderful predicament. You were certain that he could hear your rapid heartbeat in the now silent room as he held the object in his hand, inspecting it with an amused gleam in his eye. The vibe was thin, around an inch at the base, and seven inches long. Lucifer shifted onto his knees, still focused on the toy. He finally returned his attention to you, amusement still clear on his face.

“Does this thing really satisfy you? It’s quite small,” he commented, measuring the heft of it with his palm. you shook your head meekly, looking down in shame at your answer.

“I figured as much. Still, I would like to see it in action.” You looked up at him in surprise. It hadn’t clicked in your head that this was real until now; that Lucifer was in your bed, planning to use your own sex toys on you, for “his pleasure” " He set the toy down by your side for a moment, hands traveling to the waistband of your sweats. He tugged them off you quickly, throwing them in the same direction of your lamb.

He took his time with your underwear, peeling them off slowly, licking his lips at the strands of slick that clung to them. Once they were off your legs, you watched as he stuffed them in his pocket. You couldn’t help the way your pussy clenched around nothing at his actions. He spread your legs wide, positioning his kneeling body between them. He fished around in the bed for the lube and bullet vibe he’d tossed on the bed earlier, finding them fairly quickly. You whimpered as he finally turned his attention to your cunt, spreading your lips with gloved fingers. Lucifer let out a low groan at the sight.

“So pretty,” he mumbled to himself as he burned the image of your dripping heat into his mind forever. He swiped a finger along your slit, stifling another groan.

“You’re soaked. Don’t even need the lube, do you angel?” he asked you, not expecting an answer.

He picked up the blue vibe, bringing it to your core. He rested it against your opening, withholding the pressure needed to penetrate you, and pressed the button at the base. You bit down on the fabric in your mouth at the sudden stimulation, back arching slightly off the bed. Lucifer was quick to lay his hand on your stomach, effectively pinning your body to the mattress, a devilish smirk dancing across his lips. He left the toy at your core a moment longer, letting your juices slick up the tip before sliding it up towards your clit. Your eyes rolled back when it finally made contact with your bud; the weight of his hand was the only thing keeping your upper half in contact with the bed. He let out a deep chuckle at your reaction, leaning forward so his face hovered over your own. He didn’t want to miss any of your expressions as he increased the pressure of the vibe against your clit.

“Does that feel good, little lamb?” he asked knowingly, smile widening as you nodded enthusiastically. He removed his hand from your stomach and took the bullet vibe in his now free hand; switching it on as well before retracting the blue toy and replacing it with the smaller one. Lucifer brought the larger vibe down to your core, marveling at what little pressure it took for it to slip inside your heat. You whined at the intrusion as your pussy greedily sucked the toy in deeper. The demon above you shushed you softly, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“Gonna make you feel good, honey, so good, but only if you stay quiet. Can you do that for me, love?” His smile returned at your small nod, kissing your forehead again and whispering, “There’s my brave little human.”

He began thrusting the blue toy in and out of your core, enjoying the wet sounds your cunt made at the motions. He pressed the bullet vibe a little bit harder against your clit, smirking as he felt your thighs begin to shake. Your hands found their way to his broad shoulders, gripping onto Lucifer for dear life as you did your best to remain silent.

“Are you close, love?” he asked, knowing the answer before you nodded in response.

“That’s alright, honey, you can cum. Want you to make a mess for me, okay?” he told you as he turned up the speed on both toys, reveling in the way your body trembled at the stimulation.

You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, ultimately snapping when the blue vibe grazed the softest part of your cunt. You clenched your jaw in an effort to remain quiet as your pussy gushed around the toy, tears pricking your eyes at the intensity of your orgasm. Lucifer maintained his actions as you rode out your high, never slowing the speed of the toy thrusting in and out of you or letting up the pressure of the bullet vibe against your clit. As you came down from your peak, you removed your hands from his shoulder, grabbing at his wrists in an attempt to make him remove the toys from your overstimulated sex. He dropped the bullet vibe in order to grab your wrists, pinning them above your head.“Ah, ah, angel. This is a punishment. you’re not done until I say so.” He reminded you, a devilish smirk spreading over his handsome features.

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[scruus]

do you have any nsfw headcanons for afab mammon? i love your thirsts sm and he's living in my brain rent free💛

Thank you sm🤩 also if its bout mammon i can probably spend all day long on this but ill spare you that time.

afab mammon who is so loud and brash in front of everyone but turns into a mushy mess of a puppy behind closed doors

his hands cover his face in shame when you spread his legs apart and coo lovingly at his glistening cunt. Barely audible whimpers of ‘no’ and ‘stop it’ leaving his mouth as he tries to push you away.

afab mammon who loves it when you press kisses down his soft thighs and mark them up, just hovering over his pussy before giving small pecks to his cute little clit.

he sometimes wears garters and lacey lingerie after a day in devildom to surprise you because there is nothing you love more than stripping off every piece of clothing on your lover’s body before fucking him to sleep.

afab mammon who gets so whiny and loud when your fingers plunge deep in and out his sopping cunt, trembling in your arms from the stimulation.

you need to pepper him with kisses and mutter all your loving confessions when he stares at you with those glassy eyes while your fingers roughly abuse his insides. You may even have to stuck your fingers down his throat so his moans get a tad bit softer.

afab mammon loves to see your smiling face and hear your whispers of ‘i love you baby’, while your dick(or strap) rams into him with no mercy. Its so funny to him how your actions are so harsh but your eyes and words are softer than a feather’s touch.

afab mammon who can feel his tummy bulge whenever your cock (or strap) enters inside his pulsing walls, his hands softly caressing that bump and shuddering from the sight, almost cumming immediately.

afab mammon who wakes up the next day with a towel wrapped around his waist, all cleaned up by you but his eyes are locked with his reflection in the mirror as his gaze trails down to the sweet spots and marks you made on his body.

his face a blushing fool as his touch lingers on each of the bruises you made and the memories of last night come back to him, his pussy throbbing again.

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[bite-sized-devil]

Yandere Beelzebub headcanons

Warning: 18+ content MDNI pretty please & fuck off. AFAB reader x Beelzebub. Possessive behaviour, somnophilia, dub con, oral female receiving, fingering, stalking. Let me know if I've missed something. 🌻

Taglist: @delphi-dreamin @sassykattery @alexxavicry @your-next-daydream @rosanism @marvelous-maniac @kyungjoon-do @ria-demon29 @itsmeninerz @allielozoya @spookyscaryskeletonn @zarakem @tea-time-writes @yuujispinkhair @attic-club-sandwich @whimsiecat @bontensbabygirl @lostsomewhereinthegarden @simpsations @randomnerdthingz @weeb24555

Yandere Beelzebub who's never been in love or interested in it until you show up. Well, hat's what he tells you to explain his actions. He needs to be near you, smell you, feel you, taste you, be inside you, consume you every second of every day.

Yandere Beelzebub who is so possessive of you he has installed an app on your phone that lets him know who you're texting, calling, where you are and what you google.

Yandere Beelzebub that tells you to go change your outfit when you come out of your bathroom after getting ready for your date. Saying it's too revealing, he doesn't want anyone else looking at you like they want to touch what's his. That's his ass, his pair of tits, and his pussy. Now go change before he fucks that pretty little mouth of your to remind you who you belong to.

Yandere Beelzebub that is so manipulitive! Saying everything he does is for you, so he can protect you, look after you. He's all you need, all you'll ever need. Is he not enough for you?

Yandere Beelzebub who before you got together hides in your wardrobe while you get changed, phone out on record so he can fuck his fist to the video of you prancing around your room in nothing but a pair of lace panties.

Yandere Beelzebub that steals your panties from your room and sneaks then back into your clothes hamper when he's finished with them. They only seem to go missing after you masterbate? Funny that.

Yandere Beelzebub who comes into your room late at night to watch you sleep, caressing your face, leaning down to smell your hair and lick your soft skin. He pulls the sheet down till it bunches around your ankles, eyes glued to your bare lower half. Your night shirt has lifted in your sleep it sits high up on your stomach, one of your legs is bent at the knee giving him a nice view of your pussy. He grabs your other leg and moves it so it mirrors it's twin. Each night he gets more bold because you never wake up. He's done this almost every night since you got here. His fingers slide between your folds and he hears you moan, your legs twitch as if to close but he holds them still. You get wet so fast when he touches you like this, he wonders who your dreaming about while he does this. His fingers pinch your clit a little too hard at the thought of it being anyone but him and he watches your head jerk to the side while you cry out in your sleep. Removing his fingers from your cute little cunt and replaces them with his mouth he forces the groan in his chest to stay there as your sweet tasting slick hits his tongue. Wanting nothing more then to throw your legs over his shoulder and devour your sweet pussy.... but he can't have you wake up! He's not sure how you'd react to finding him between your thighs. So he takes his time. Flattening his big tongue and licking a strip from your core to your clit. Swirling his tongue around your little pearl and sucking softly while slowing pumping two fingers in and out of you. Almost loosing his mind when you moan his name and cum on his face.

Yandere Beelzebub who threatens anyone who upsets you and kills anyone who causes you harm or lays a hand on you. No one better fuck with what's his.

Yandere Beelzebub who is always nearby, it's understandable when you're in the same class together or you're having dinner at HOL. But everywhere you look there he is, and when you can't see him you can feel his presence. When you catch him watching you he never looks away, he just holds your gaze until you break it. Like he wants you to know he's watching you.

There is something about this demon man that drives me a little feral. And a Yandere version of him? I'm sorry but I just had to. He is a demon after all so he can't be sweet and loving all the time. Fam he's big... BIG! I want him to consume my soul, I offer it willingly.

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[the-lady-writes-what]

How the Brothers react to you riding them, Lucifer

Pretty much All Porn/No Plot, so minors be warned (and stay out)

Content: cowgirl and switches to missionary, praise, sub! reader, bondage, use of "good girl," slightly condescending Lucifer, slightly mean Lucifer, creampie, mild cum play

These are all my own head canons. Don't be mean about it.

Asmo Levi Mammon Beel Belphie Satan

🔞NSFW Content Below! 18+ Only! Minors DNI!🔞

Headcanons:

I know for a fact this man is packing. You can't tell me he doesn't have a dick that matches his pride. The literal incarnation of Vanity and Pride is not going to be small. You will need some prep first

Lucifer only lets you on top if you've been a really good girl

He can and WILL turn the tables on you if you're too slow or not working for it and put you on your back

On a slightly sillier note, Lucifer will put on some music to warn his brothers not to enter. It's usually classical music or jazz (don't ask me why, I just have a feeling). Blasting "Unholy" by Sam Smith ft. Kim Petras is also on the table (again, don't ask)

Oh? You wanted to ride him so badly, well, you're going to have work for it. Lucifer is going to lay back and watch you ride him, struggling to keep a fast pace like he demands. No, no, don't stop. You wanted this remember? There just no end in sight. He's a demon, what did you expect his stamina to be?

He likes watching your face twist up and your hips move up and down him, the sweat beading down your face and neck.

If he's in a particularly sadistic mood, Lucifer with tie your hands behind your back or hold your wrists

All that being said, Lucifer isn't a complete monster. He sees you working really hard on chasing that orgasm. You're doing so well, you're such a good girl for him. You're riding his cock perfectly. Yes, just like that.

Seeing as he probably has the most discipline out of all the brothers, I bet he can come for days. I'm not even joking. When I say that he could come for five minutes straight, I'm not exaggerating. Plus, he's a demon.

Hot. You felt so hot. Like, impossibly hot. You were naked as the day you were born, not a thing on you except Lucifer's tie wrapped around your wrists and binding your hands behind your back. Sweat beaded down the side of your face and neck like fat diamonds. Lucifer, beneath you, was equally undressed but looking cool as a cucumber. You straddled his hips. His cock buried inside you to the hilt.

Lucifer smirked up at you, laughing as you struggling to take him. He shifted his hips ever so slightly and made you whimper.

"What's the matter, MC?" Asked Lucifer. "You said you can take it?"

"I-I can." You whined.

"So do it, then. Ride me like you mean it," said Lucifer.

You bounced up and down his cock with renewed fervor. Your nails dug into your forearms, biting into your skin. You chewed on your bottom lip. Lucifer filled you up so nicely, so completely. The fit was snug even after having Lucifer eat you out and edge you for what felt like eternity. You shivered each time you slammed your hips down and took him all the way into your body. With that smug look on his face, Lucifer was of no help to you. After all, you wanted this, as he reminded you.

"L-Lucifer..."

"Yes, love?"

"Please...I need more. I want to come so bad."

"Oh? You want to come, do you?" Said Lucifer. He bucked his hips upwards.

Your eyes rolled back into your skull as Lucifer rocked up into you. You panted and moaned for him. The music hiding your cries were a godsend, if the phrase could be pardoned at such a time and place. You'd be mortified if Lucifer's brothers heard you screaming out his name. Lucifer had classical music playing in the background as you fucked yourself on his cock. Nothing with lyrics to distract you from Lucifer's voice.

"Come on, MC. I know you can take it. I know you can take so much more than this. All you have to do is say the words."

You moved your hips up and down and to the rhythm Lucifer set. White-hot, scorching heat enveloped your brain. Gods, you needed to come so bad.

"L-Lucifer, please...please fuck me. Please, sir. I need it." You pleaded.

A broad, wicked smile crossed his face. "Good girl," said Lucifer.

In a flash, you were on your back and looking up at the ceiling. Lucifer came into your vision to tower over you when you're most vulnerable. Without ever pulling out, he started fucking you with wild abandon. Lucifer draped your legs over his shoulders. This position allowed him more access and reach deeper than before. He lifted your hips and lower back off the mattress, a small mercy on your hands tied behind you at the based of your spine. At least this way your body wasn't squishing your bound hands.

"May this be a lesson you remember, MC, about trying to biting off more than you can chew." Lucifer grunted as he slammed into you over and over.

Your toes curled as he pounded you into the mattress. You couldn't help but squeeze your eyes shut while Lucifer instilled in you inhuman pleasure. Nobody else could have you the way he did. Lucifer ruined all others, and perhaps that was his goal all along. He didn't demand you look at him like he usually did when he had you in the throws of orgasmic bliss. The fact that you didn't have to see him to acknowledge who you belonged to. Your body spoke for itself as you clenched down on his thick cock. You drenched Lucifer's cock and his sheets. You finished with the loudest, most lewd scream.

Lucifer still fucked you while you turned into a limp rag doll for him. You watched him chase his own high. His cock spread you open, your juices already making a mess of him. He gripped your hips. His nails bit into your skin. A surge of power summoned his true form. Lucifer sprouted horns and four ink-black wings. A diamond formed between his brows. He opened his mouth to grunt and moan, revealing small fangs where blunt teeth used to be.

Like this, he was worse than an animal inside you. A demon's stamina went unmatched and they had little sense for the weaknesses of their mortal partners. Like this, Lucifer lost himself. He was driven by this innate desire to possess you in totality. The perfect diamond in the middle of his forehead was unwrinkled though his brows formed a sharp V-shape. Lucifer's looked almost bestial.

You clenched your knees around his head. A challenge. Lucifer reached underneath you and grabbed your shoulders from behind. Your bodies collided with little space between. Lucifer plastered you to his bed as he rocked his cock deep and fast inside your body. That smug look of his was replaced by a snarling mouth uttering things you wouldn't repeat to anyone.

"Don't think for a second..." Lucifer grunted. "That you're in control here. You're my human. I control everything. I'm the master here, and don't you dare forget that!"

There was nowhere for you to go even if you wanted to. Lucifer rutted into you while his wings shielded you from the lights in his room. The music seemed to grow louder and more dramatic. Lucifer leaned down and sunk his teeth into your neck. Your back arched off the bed, leaving just your shoulders pressed into the mattress. Pleasure surged through your body again. A tightly wound-up spring snapped again. If you were able, you would have scraped Lucifer's back between his wings with your nails. Your toes curled so much that your feet cramped up and the pain shot up your leg to your ankle.

"LUCIFER!" You screamed as the orchestral music reached its crescendo.

Lucifer licked up the bit of blood he drew out from your flesh. Satisfied with his mark, he pumped more gently. The demon was tamed, for now.

"Good girl, good girl," Lucifer chanted.

His hips faltered, his eyes screwed tight, and his body went rigid. Lucifer grunted as he finished inside you. He marked you from the inside with his come spreading like a warm blanket in your lower belly. Lucifer took his sweet time pulling out after releasing rope after rope of come deep inside. His eyes widened a bit as he watched your cunt spill some of it out. Lucifer pushed back inside what tried to escape while kissing you deep. You writhed beneath him and moaned. You rocked your hips against his fingers, almost taking them inside your cunt.

"That's my girl," he cooed in your ear. "Always hungry for me. Shall we go again?"

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[swimmpantyz]

🍰Baking time'

bf!beelzebub x fem!reader

summary: You wanted to surprise your boyfriend with one of his favourite pastries... But he came from training too soon, and you had to distract him if you wanted dessert for that night.

tw: pussy eating, oral (f receiving), kinda? public sex, porn w/o plot

words: +1000

You tried to be fast, beating and beating cream inside a bowl, checking the clock from time to time... You really needed to finish all the food as soon as possible before Beel arrived, he was (definitely) going to devour almost everything on his path.

He had football practice today... And you already knew he will come home starving, even more than usual.

But all the effort was for nothing, because that demon appeared in the kitchen, with a huge smile on his face when he finally saw you.

... At least the cake was already in the oven.

"What are you cooking?" He sniffed, almost drooling, approaching the counter where you were standing next to.

"Strawberry cake." The demon nodded pleased. "Beel, I know you must be very, very hungry... But could you hold on a bit? I promise I'll finish fast." He pouted a bit but nodded either way at your words.

"I'll try..." His sad puppy face was tempting, but you really wanted to finish that cake.

"Why don't you try to distract yourself in the meantime?" He tilted his face, frowning softly in confusion.

"Distract myself?" He muttered to himself while you kept batting the cream.

His arms hugged your body from behind.

"... The apron looks nice on you." The compliment took you a little bit by surprise. Chuckling, you kissed his cheek.

"Thanks." He came closer... Was it because of the training? his body was much warmer than usual.

"It's really cute." He rested his face on the crock of your neck, sniffing lightly. "You smell sweet." He left a few small kisses there. Was that his way of 'distracting himself'? You felt your face burning at his actions.

"Beel..." You whispered between sighs.

"I wanna eat you." Normally, hearing that from him would be to worry. But right now it turned you on so badly.

His firm chest pressed on your back was slowly killing you.

"Eat me?" He didn't answer, instead, he softly bitted your neck, pressing his body towards you as much as he could.

He caressed your waist with one hand as the other one began to caress inside your clothes.

All the heat in the room increased a hundredfold from just a few minutes ago.

"Can I try?" You turned around, finding a blushing Beel.

"Try what?" You asked, slightly confused, his normally calm face was soft and warm.

He lowered himself, kneeling on the floor, as he cornered you against the counter, placing his hands on your hips, fingers going under your shorts.

"Try to eat you... I wanna taste you." He whispered, looking up at you.

His hands started to lower your shorts and panties.

Not knowing what to do, you sat in the counter, spreading a bit your legs, just watching down at him with pink cheeks.

"So... Can I?" You nodded silently and he smiled brightly, pulling your clothes down to your knees.

With his finger, he slowly drew circles on your clit, his free hand spreading your legs even wider.

You felt so exposed, even more when he brought his face closer to your wetness.

He played a bit with you, and without wasting time, he finally put his mouth on work.

With your hand now on his hair, he started to lick you, wet noises and soft whimpers filling the room.

At first, he left a few soft and wet kisses all over, his warm breath tickling your skin.

You covered your face with a hand, bitting your lips when he started to suck. It was impossible to retrain your body from arch.

"So sweet-" He muttered on your pussy, eating you out so good, you wondered if that was really his first time.

His tongue was playing with your clit, he brought his fingers to start playing with your cunt.

"And so wet too..." His words send vibrations that made you pull back his orange hair.

His long and thick fingers started to fuck you so slowly and deeply.

It was embarrassing the sound it made, you were so shamelessly wet.

As you were ready to complain, he replaced them with his tongue. Now fucking you with it...

Moaning more loudly, he looked at you from below, smiling while eating you, your whimpers and pleads encouraged him to eat you out more roughly, his tongue circling around your clit pressing his hand deeper.

"Beel..." You whined when he took off his fingers.

It was such a dirty image. Beel looking all pleased while his tongue made wonders inside you, he even looked almost innocent, just adorably happy to make you feel good.

His hands grabbed your thighs, bringing you the most closer he could.

"It feels so good-" You whined, moving your hips towards his face, he closed his eyes as he worked faster.

He played with your clit again with his thumb.

Your tummy was burning. Desperately you grabbed his hair, calling his name repeatedly, your red face frowning in pleasure.

"I-I'm gonna-" You didn't even need to say it, he already knew it. The thrilling of not knowing if someone of his brothers will show up in the kitchen brought your over the edge fastly.

Humming on your pussy, he fucked you with his tongue as deeper and fast as he could, his face was wet with drool and your wetness.

Without holding it, you pressed your thighs around his face, cumming on his mouth, arching your back while letting out loud pitched moans.

Your body was shaking in pleasure. Throwing your head back and breathing quickly, you felt his tongue still licking your sensitive pussy.

When you looked down, he was literally drinking you, he had absolutely no shame and that was fucking amazing.

You caressed his hair, embarrassed, just to distract yourself now that you were totally out of cloud nine.

"That was... Wow." You said breathless. He kept kissing your inner thigh.

"Can we do it again?" He asked excited, taking you aback.

"Like... Right now?" You hesitated and he nodded, not getting up from the floor, still gripping your hips close to his face.

You let out a nervous laugh. Didn't his jaw hurt at least a bit after eating you out for several minutes?

But luckily, the alarm of your phone rang, distracting you both.

"Oh, the cake is done." That simple word took all of Beel's attention.

"Cake?" You laughed softly, getting off of the counter as he got up from the floor.

Putting back your panties and shorts on, you nodded, taking the cake out of the oven with a rag.

"It needs to cool down, though." Beel sighed a bit, and when you didn't see him, he started to eat the frosting... The prominent bulge on his pants seemed to not bother him at all.

It was going to be near impossible to distract him again once again...

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[belphegorey]

⌜games, leviathan⌟ ⎯ the perfect game. he had truly found the perfect game. ⎯ fem!reader x leviathan ⎯ warnings include: pervy leviathan, tails, accidental voyeurism and exhibitionism

Who would have believed that they could make such a game? Leviathan was giddy in his seat as the game loaded up. Moans played through his headset and he tapped his finger anxiously on the mouse. It wasn’t the first time he had played a hentai game while everyone was asleep, far from it in fact, but it was different.

Those other games weren’t customisable.They had pretty characters, he had fallen victim numerous times to the charms, but in the new game he could make anyone he wanted. He could make you , his only true friend that Leviathan knew would never be more. You were always with his brothers instead.

The game began with your character, almost a picture perfect design of you (he did spend far too long making sure it was akin to you) moved through the dark castle. His character’s POV, a demon lord of warriors, watched as your breasts, barely hidden in the bikini top, bounced with each step.

“ Mighty Leviachan, ” you bowed before the throne, Levi whimpered at just how similar your voice sounded to your real one. He couldn’t believe he was able to customise your voice too! Like that human game you had told him about, just without the magic charms. The camera panned down as his character stood above you. You bit your lip and looked up at him from your bow, “ I apologise for the disruption. ”

Options appeared for him to choose between. Leviathan clicked on the first one, questioning why your character was interrupting him. It made the slight glow around you turn pink as you looked away from him. The view followed your eyes and he noticed the concubines surrounding his throne. All who wanted him — Leviachan.

But, they weren’t you. He wanted you. Needed you. Craved you. “ I was sent to offer you a gift, my Lord. It is a thank you from Henry for saving his life. ” Your eyes still focused on the concubines even as his character stepped toward you. The pink flashed purple and blue in envy, it made Leviathan’s cock twitch. Jealousy, his own sun, looked so perfect on you. His character lifted your chin and made you stand tall…

… You were smaller than him. So cute and tiny. Just like in reality. No dialogue options appeared and instead  the automatic response played; “ What is my gift then ?”

The thin clothing you wore was shredded from your skin, leaving you nude before his very eyes. Your thighs pressed together and your arm went over your tits while the pink aura returned in vibrant effect. “ I am your gift, Master .” Leviathan’s character made your arms return to your side and allowed him the opportunity to ogle your tits. Just like your real ones. He closed his eyes and recalled the time you accidentally flashed him your whole body. A favourite memory of his. “ That is, if you would like me .”

More dialogue options appeared. If he was feeling patient, Leviathan would take the longer route by refusing the advances of your character. But, he was too excited, the tent in his sweatpants throbbed in eagerness. “ I see, ” Leviachan waved his hands and the throne room emptied of the concubines and servants. The power was explicating to him, Leviathan was sure he could become drunk off it (it must be how Lucifer felt, why couldn’t he command people the same way) but instead his character calmly went back to his throne and removed his clothing. Only briefly did the camera show the erection held by him, as it focused back on your nervous character, slowly walking toward his seat, “ then go ahead and prove yourself as a worthy present .”

“ Yes, Master .”

It cut away and jumped to you right before him. The tip of his cock was between your lips, and your tits rubbed against his length. The hands of Leviachan tapped on your hair with authority while Leviathan’s awkwardly fumbled to pull his cock from his pants. He was already leaking, and just the small touch of his fingers made him whimper. Your moans, muffled by the thick cock of the game, played in his ears and he couldn’t help but react to each noise.

It wasn’t bad if he already gave into the game, right? It was designed for this purpose, and it was you right in front of him. Leviathan groped at his desk for his fleshlight while keeping his eyes stuck on the screen. Sweat built on your forehead as you gagged on the cock. Options appeared for him again: Tease her. Choke her. Deepthroat her. He hastily clicked on the final one while teasing himself with the opening of his toy. So tight, Leviathan was sure you would be as well.

Leviachan’s hands on your head forced you lower on his cock, and you gasped against him. Your hands and tits fell from around him and instead moved between your thighs to play with your cunt.  “ Master,” you moaned around him as your eyes fluttered shut. He could see the bulge of the cock in your throat rubbing against you while your saliva dropped against him. Each whimper and whine you made was loud for him, but Leviathan turned the volume up to its full effect as he bottomed out in the fleshlight. “ Please,”

His hips moved in the same rhythm as his character, bucking into the toy with a slowly increasing speed. Leviathan shut an eye while the other still watched the screen. He wanted to fuck your mouth, it was a carnal emotion in his veins that had him growling. Asmo probably had. Mammon definitely tried. All of them had you, but not him. He needed you. Leviathan felt his tail sprout from his backside as sharp fangs pierced his bottom lip. The tang of his blood was nothing beneath the sour taste of jealousy.

Leviachan came into your mouth, his hips in the air and hands holding your head still at his base. He could see the cum slide down your throat as your fingers worked feverishly at your clit. Slick desire pooled on the stone floor and at uk to your thighs. Leviathan needed you. He wanted to taste you and please you. He wanted to take you and use you just like Leviachan did.

“ Master, ” you rubbed your face against his creamy cock while your eyes sparkled up at the camera. Love drunk. You would never look at the real him that way, “ please let me continue. ” Leviathan did not hesitate as he clicked the continue button, squeezing the fleshlight around him with a hiss.

The screen cut away again, but only to reveal the arch of your body as you slowly slid down his erection. Your tits were right in front of the camera, though it panned down to admire how your cunt took him so greedily. Hands squeezed around your waist while Leviathan held the desk between his claws. His tail wrapped tight around his wrist while he abused the fleshlight around him.

Your moans were the ultimate soundtrack to his moment. Like when the hero reaches the peak of his adventure, your vocals grew in pitch as the character fucked you as hard as you deserve. His fangs were daggers on his lip and he attempted to silence every moan Leviathan wanted to make.

Close. He was close. He focused on how your body bounced on him as he thrusted into the fleshlight with desperation. You would take it, he knew you would let him cum inside you and beg for more. Good human. His good human. Only his.

Leviathan’s eyes closed even as the shadows around his blue-lit room bent around a silhouette. He didn’t care, he was so close to the edge, Leviathan needed his release. Your face was dropped in awe at the cock inside you, little drops of drool building in the corner of your mouth between each moan of ecstasy. Perfect expression, the perfect human — he could imagine your sweet gaze watching him as he came in you.

But, just at the edge of release, his headphones were pulled from his head and fell around his neck. Leviathan turned around with a flush, ready to be chastised by Lucifer for playing such games with your likeness… only it was far worse. You, the real you; right before his envious eyes.

Your mouth was open wide in shock, as you flittered around to try and focus on something. There was so much evidence condemning him. He wanted to crawl into his fish tank and hide from the world. It was one thing to be caught playing such a game, but one where he purposely made the character look like you, isolation was the only option. You glanced between the screen illuminating the game version of you mewling for more cock, the fleshlight stuck on Leviathan’s cock, and at his neck were the moans were loudly playing for you both to hear.

In your hand held your D.D.D, his contact open to an ongoing phone call. Phone call. Phone call? Leviathan rushed to cover himself with his pants while searching for his own D.D.D. It was behind his monitor, which he hastily switched off to prevent further shame, but his cheeks were red enough as he discovered the screen. A minute long phone call, one he didn’t recall starting. Was it Karusu? Did the bastard bird hear his moans and take it for him needing to call you.

“I thought…” he looked back at you with wide eyes, shuffling his thighs to hide the erection and toy beneath his sweatpants. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish from your shock, still looking around the room for something to focus on. Leviathan attempted to remain strong, but he couldn’t help the glance at your chest. Blue decorated your body in the most revealing way possible, courtesy of Asmodeus, and your nipples poked through the satin. The nightgown barely hid your ass, he clenched his fingers to a fist to avoid desperately flicking it up. “I though you were in trouble…”

His voice cracked, “Nope!” His body was shaking from the nerves in his mind. You were going to hate him. Probably forever. And Leviathan couldn’t blame you for that. How mortifying for him and demeaning for you. All he could hope was that you were insulted that he used your image for a hentai game. “I’m fine! You can go back to sleep now!”

“That was me,” your finger shook in the air as you pointed at the now empty monitor. Your jaw was still slack while your eyebrows remained high on your forehead in shock, “I was… how?!”

He could visualise the dialog options before him. Leviathan stuttered over his words as he decided which sentence to choose, but he had no idea of what would result in the least amount of damage! There was no guide, no promise of your relationship ending well, he was nervous. “Was it?”

Playing dumb was the worst decision. Leviathan knew it as soon as the minimal words fell from his lips. Your eyes looked aflame as you stared down at him, he felt his tail coil around his waist as he shrunk inward. “Yes,” you leaned in and turned his monitor back on. The game hadn’t paused, the graphics of you, the character he designed, continued to moan over the demon cock snug inside, “that is me! Levi, what the fuck?”

“I’m so sorry!” He whimpered into his hands, covering his flushed face and avoiding your surely disgusted expression. “I just… I really like you but I’m always so scared to say anything and I get so pent up by it. I wasn’t going to make you, really! but I just thought about how beautiful you are and then you were there. Please don’t hate me, I need you in my life! Please!”

He heard the click of his monitor again, and Leviathan was sure the room had plunged into the darkness (only a deep blue glow from his LED lights that he refused to turn off) once more. You sighed and he sobbed into his palms yet again, he knew you were going to hate him. You would tell everyone what a filthy pervert he is and Leviathan would never be able to leave his room again.

Why were you still standing there? Leviathan wanted to cry and go silk into his bathtub for the better half of a century but you still stood right in front of him. Not even moving. Did you know it was torturing him? “Levi,” your soft hands traced his hands and slowly pulled them from his face. All he could muster was a pout as he watched you smile at him. Smile? Why were you smiling? “I could never hate you. Especially over something like this. There’s no harm,”

“Really?” Because only Leviathan could have such amazing timing, his cock throbbed beneath the material of his sweatpants. He was still on the edge. Your touch on his skin had only reminded him of such. He could see your cleavage pour from the satin nightgown and his fangs sunk into his lip again. “Promise?”

You nodded and leaned in closer, making Leviathan lean back in reflex. He was confused — what were you doing? Teasing him? Torturing him? Did he even care; your body sat atop him in the chair, crotch right on top of his throbbing erection. You had to be able to feel him, and the fleshlight, but there was no comment. “I promise,”

Leviathan gripped the armrests of his chair with wide eyes. He couldn’t move. One move and he would end up spilling all over himself and embarrassing himself even more. Your fingers danced against his cheek and teased the bottom of his lips, taping his sharp fangs. “Then…” you rolled your hips softly. He thought it was an accident at first, but your sultry smile made him moan quietly. You knew what you were doing. But, “why?”

You tutted your tongue and leaned closer. He could smell you so perfectly, sweet honey that he wished to taste along his tongue. Your hand tapped at his tail and he unfurled it for you without question — but, he felt himself choke as you guided the tip of his tail to your slick cunt.

Wet. You were wet. Because of… him? That couldn’t be so, yeah, it had to be because you had been with Beel or something. But, you were showing him and making him feel how slippery you were. On purpose! “I need you to help me out, Leviachan,” you purred the words as you sucked in the tip of his tail. So tight. He groaned into clenched teeth as your cunt greedily pulled his tail further in, warm muscle throbbing around him. His cock weeped in his pants in envy of his own tail, but the rocking of your hips are aided in the jealousy. “Think you can manage?”

He nodded dumbly. No words could be formed as he pushed his tail further inside of you. Your body shuddered in glee as you formed a beautiful smile for him. For Leviathan! No separation caused by it being augmented. This was real. You were real. You were on top of him and fucking yourself on his tail.

Your nails dug into his shoulder as you whimpered for him. Leviathan couldn’t help himself from thrusting upward, pushing his hard cock against you and making you gasp in glee. “Oh, Levi,” you mewled so loud he hoped that everyone could hear that it was his name on your lips. Your head fell back and your tits moved closer to his face. He couldn’t help himself. Leviathan pushed closer and hesitantly kissed the skin of your breasts, his fangs grazing along them, “Feels so good!”

He felt like a dog getting ear scratches at your praise. The goofiest of proud grind found its way to his lips as he moved your closer to him, sucking and biting your tits all he desired. His hands, tight on your hips, forced you to grind along his dick and made you bounce on his tail. Your moans were far better than the games. They were in his ears, around his room — and all for him. The real him.

Your cunt tightened around his tail and Leviathan pushed further, forcing himself in and out at a speed faster than his mind could cope with. So long. He had desired you so long. Your noises of pleasure raised an octave as you visibly grew tipsier for his touch. Leviathan himself felt the same, he was so close to messing himself up with cum, and the self control he held was slipping.

“Fuck,” he whined into your skin with a shiver as your hips continued to grind along his lap. The control of his tail was getting sloppy as his mind melted to ecstasy, “gonna… oh fuck fuck, fuck!”

His orgasm exploded into the forgotten fleshlight and along his sweatpants, sticking to his thighs and parts of his stomach. Your giggle was harmonious as you continued to greedily take his tail for your pleasure. “You have… the cutest orgasm face…” your breathing was ragged as you attempted to regain control of your voice. Each second caused more whimpers to leave you, and your nails caused little bruises to already show on his pale skin, “wanna see it more.”

Leviathan would happily let you. He would do anything for you. Anything. Everything. Your word was his law and he happily followed each rule. “Need to see you first,” he finally found his voice, though rough and quiet there was a foreign command to it that Leviathan had never felt before. His hold on your hips tightened as he pulled your body harder against his lap, only making his tail push further inside of you, “please, need you to cum for me. All over my tail. Gonna make you suck it clean while I finally taste you myself.” He pushed you against his desk as he stood up. Just like in the game, you were smaller than him. Your eyes were wide with playful innocence though it broke with your moan at his roughhousing. “All mine. Finally all mine.”

“All yours, Levi,” you kissed him for the first time as you came on his tail, your body shaking in his arms.

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[satansreadingglasses]

Greedy

Sub!Mammon x GN reader. 1k words

Warnings- Overstim, teasing, use of good boy, bondage, blindfolds, i think that’s it?

a/n. this is the shortest one I’ve done so far, but it’s purely smut, so yuh. <33

You smiled down at your bed, loving the sight before you. Mammon, tied up and blindfolded.

His wrists were tied together and held snugly to the head board. You had one of your sleep masks over his eyes, a simple black one. He was writhing around, messing the sheets up. You grinned now, trying to resist touching him anymore than you already had.

He was so so hard, and completely naked. You may have lied, and said you were naked too. Just to make him feel better. You finally reached out and stroked his hair, running your fingers through the beautiful white locks. He bit his lips and whined at the familiar feeling of your fingers.

You couldn’t help but snicker as his hips bucked into the air, his legs were practically shaking at this point. “Please,” He whispered. You raked your fingernails across his torso, causing goosebumps and a contorted face from him. You stopped right below his belly button, much to his dismay.

It was just too much, even if it was only the feeling of your fingers and your soothing voice telling him to calm down and be a good boy. He couldn’t take it. He wanted you to touch him, but he knew you weren’t going to give in easily.

“Please, please, please!” He whined and thrashed against the ribbon you’d tied him with. It was silk, you knew how rough he got, and you would never want to hurt your precious boy. You placed a sweet kiss on his chest and then, finally, touched him.

You started slow, at an almost agonizing pace. Your hand was wrapped loosely around him, your wrist barely moving as you watched him desperately thrust into your hand. He was already a mess, saliva trickling down from the corner of his mouth, his breathing heavy, and you could swear you saw a few tears. “Yeah… Mm..” You heard him chant under his breath as his hips kept slamming against your forearm.

You straddled his thighs, facing him now. He stopped moving, assuming he’d gotten in trouble. “Y-Y/N-?” He asked quietly. You tightened your hand and started to pump up and down as fast as you could, trying to hold his hips down with your free hand. His back arched violently and his arms tensed up. Within a second he was back to the mess he had been. His moans had turned into quiet screams as he chanted a mantra of your name.

But then you stopped. He caught his breath for a good minute before asking again “Y/N?” You grinned and held your hands against his chest. “You gonna cum?” You asked, trying to repress the enjoyment in your voice. “Well… That was the plan.” He smirked. 

“Well then beg for it.” You watched his eyes go wide and he shut his mouth. He took a deep breath, and exhaled shakily. “Please…” He started slowly. You watched intently from his thighs. “Please let me cum. I-I want it, I need it. Please, please, please. I’ll do a-anything. Just…” His voice got shaky near the end. “Please let me cum.” His face was bright red and you grinned again.

“Since you asked so nicely.” You let out a short laugh and moved your hand back down to his cock. You gripped the base, his chest rose in anticipation. You gently moved your hand all the way to his tip and slammed it back down. His arms tensed up again and you smiled, speeding up until he was trembling underneath you.

Not even a minute later, he was ready to cum again. “Nggh~ Yes, fuck!” He screamed out and came into your hand. You pumped a few more times, and then he lifted his thigh to signal to stop. You pushed his hips down and started up again. His mouth fell open to say something, but you spoke first. “Isn’t this what you wanted? To cum??” You kept going at an insane pace. He shut his mouth, knowing he’d never live it down if he stopped you now.

And you kept going. You kept going and going, watching how his face twisted from the over stimulation and pleasure. You bit your lip hard, trying desperately to repress any more tormenting words.

He couldn’t think properly, too focused on making you happy and on cumming as quickly as possible. Your hand was moving quickly, using his own cum as lube. His mind was racing, but the only real thought was of how badly he wanted to see you. See you sitting on his thighs and making him cum.

The thought alone had him cumming again, this time it dripped down onto his thighs and stomach. You slowed down your ruthless pace, now taking in how gorgeous he looked. Mammon was covered in sweat, his chest glistening and his arms were shaking and limp from all the tension. He was very obviously crying now, his lower lip trembling. “Aw, has the baby had too much?” You teased and traced your finger along his stomach, playing with his cum.

He instead bit down on his lip to stop the shaking, and shook his head. “More,” He squeaked out, quickly followed by a small “Please.” You smiled widely. “Oh of course, that’s my boy. My good good boy.” You started again and he let out a sob. His hips continued to buck up into your hand, his swollen tip pushing in and out of your fist as you watched greedily.

He couldn’t form any words now, too fucked out to bother with it. But you didn’t mind. The squeaks and moans he let out were enough. “Yeah, that’s right. Just like that baby.” You cooed and rubbed his cheek gently. You wiped away his tears, a small smile forming on his lips. His mouth fell open again, and his chest heaved. You picked up your pace, just slightly, and he came one final time. Whimpering and crying and trying desperately to wiggle out of your grasp. 

You let go, and reached up to take off his blindfold. His eyes were red, but he looked up at you and smirked. “I told you I could take it.” You laughed and undid the ribbons, he let his arms fall to his sides with a heavy sigh.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, love.” You kissed him, and then helped him to the bathroom.

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[ilychld]

levi would definitely fuck you with his two dicks and his tail if you asked nicely.

or he just will. you don't even have to ask! for an obvious reason, levi's favorite hentai always have tentacles. he's probably the type to blush furiously and imagine that he's also putting his tail to use, and when you catch him watching one of these hentai videos one night— levi scanned your face abruptly and saw how you flushed red and how your thighs squeezed together. he knew you've probably daydreamed about it.

levi would whisper words that's unlike him, he'd assert dominance when he fills you up because you'd lay limp from the feeling of being so full.

so yes. levi would definitely fuck you full with his two dicks, and his tail ✨

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[yuta-nation]

content: freeuse, period s3x, public s3x

characters: Yuta Okkotsu, Megumi Fushiguro, Sanji, Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya, Vash the Stampede, Diluc Ragnvindr, Xiao, Thoma, Dan Heng, Leviathan

a/n: have been dreaming of this for days.

When you brought up the possibility of free use with him, he was very hesitant. He knew you wouldn’t bring it up if it weren’t something you had a real interest in, if it wasn’t something you at least wanted to try a time or two first. But he was worried that you would regret it, that the two of you would try it for the first time and you would end up hating it, hating him for trying it. It took a lot of encouragement and reassurance from you before he was willing to try it. 

You’re not even sure if the first time he took advantage of your agreement even counted. You were in the kitchen, cooking dinner for the two of you when he came home. The music playing from your speaker covered up the sound of him entering the home, and approaching the kitchen. He stood in the doorway for a moment to watch you cook. You looked tired, even from behind. Your shoulders slumped and you moved a bit slower than usual as you fiddled with the pots and pans on the stove. Usually, when he came home, there was singing and dancing accompanying the cooking. A frown formed on his lips. You didn’t have to cook a full meal when you weren’t up to it. He was perfectly capable of cooking for the both of you or picking up takeout on the way home. You didn’t need to do this work out of obligation. You deserved better. You deserved to be taken care of. He finally entered the kitchen properly, walking to stand behind you and wrapping one arm around your waist. You let out a little squeak of surprise at the contact, but relaxed once you realized it was just him. He used the hand that was not wrapped around your waist to turn the burners off. “What are you–” You were cut off by him picking you up by the hips and placing you on the one clean countertop left in the kitchen. He yanked off your bottoms without saying a word before sinking to his knees and placing a kiss on your cotton-covered clit. “You need a break, baby,” he whispered before hooking his fingers around your waistband and tugging your panties off as well. He planted another kiss on your now bare clit, this time with tongue. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he made out with your cunt and soft moans rose from your throat. “Always takin’ such good care of me, baby. Time for me to return the favor, yeah?”

After that, he realized that he could use your freeuse agreement as a way to reward you for everything you do for him and as a way to get you to take breaks, rest, and let him take care of things for a change. 

Fucking you brainless after you talk about how miserable that one coworker makes you feel.

Eating you out on the couch when you complain of period cramps (and cleaning up the mess made)

Fingering you in the restaurant booth to distract you from your hunger because your food is taking a while. 

Fucking your throat during scary movies so you don’t have to watch the screen.

He knows the agreement is for him to use you whenever he wants, but he’d rather give himself to you whenever he thinks you need it.

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