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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 5 months

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If we're going for requests then I'd love a retake on WHB Satan's "demon energy" scene where he assumes that MC will be submissive but is swiftly corrected when he ends up on his back getting milked and overstimmed because the more energy the human gets the longer they stay alive, right? You might as well take as much as you can when you've got the chance

Yesss!! I actually adore this idea since the devils stop after one session, wouldn’t it so much smarter to milk them for all then can give? It would let you live longer than a few hours!

Also I cant belive I never thought about pre leaking from horns until I played this game!!)

(Imagine the kings not lasting as long as their subordinates<3)

Satan (overstim, milling, horn play (little bit), hair pulling, demon ‘energy’)

To have Satan, a king of Hell feeling you up and kissing you in your best friends room was…odd enough, you didn’t even notice you were on Minhyeok’s bed until Satan’s hands were on either side of your head.

You could feel him grinding against you, his arousal obvious as he growls, grinning down at you. “You look so good beneath me, don’t worry, I’ll take great care of you.” He hissed out. You raised an eyebrow.

Him taking care of you? Oh no no no, he must be mistaken.

You’d have to fix him.

You reach up as if to stroke his face, but reach past him, and grab a handful of his hair and yank down. Satan stiffens and resists only for you to yank harder, forcing his face right against yours. He moans in response, only egging you on.

“No, I’ll be taking care of you, ‘your Majesty’.” You felt his manhood give a clear throb against you. His clothes blocking the appendage from entering you as it’s owner grinds against you. You grab as much of his long hair as you could, twisting it in your hand before yanking with as much force as you humanly could to the side, making Satan lose balance and flop beside you.

You released his hair only to mount him.

“Oh, you’re far more brave than Solo-“ You try to grab his hair again to make him stop, but accidentally grab one of his horns. You on instinct stroke the smooth horn, it’s slick, your hand glides up it with ease. “O-oh! Fuck, like that!”

He bucks up involuntarily and you continue your stroking out of curiosity. He squirms under you, mewling and the second you bring your free hand to his other horn, his eyes close as he bites his lip. You hesitate upon feeling a liquid seeping from his horns.

“Oh shit, are you bleeding?” You ask as you let go of one of his horns to see the liquid was…white/clearish and didn’t gave a scent like blood would.

Satan tried to laugh but it turned to a moan when you leaned over and liked him his horn. It tasted…salty and it made your mouth water. “Oh, it’s what happens when demons enjoy things.” He half heartedly explained. “Ok, t-that’s enough teasing, I’m ready to take control again.” He moans out.

You laugh in response. “Satan, you’re not a king here, this isn’t even your room, I’m in charge here.” You yank his pants and undergarments down enough to free his cock. It stood up excitedly throbbing as pre leaked from the red tip. “So do I need to ingest your cum?”

Satan rolled his hips on instinct and his dick slaps against his stomach. “N-no I mean, it works best if it winds up inside you, or on you.” He shrugged. “Pretty much just let it touch you a-and it helps.” You see him pause for a second before he shouts. “Oh? You wanna dom me? Me!?” He barks out a laugh and gently shoved you.

“Satan, you are mine, I’m going to claim you today.” You purr out. He rolls his eyes but does not make an attempt to slip out from under you. You finally grab his cock, stroking it in tune with his horn, making him twitch his hips forward with every stroke.

Satan moaned in a feeble voice before he’s spilling cum into his out stomach. “J-just like that! F-fuck it feels amazing!” You could practically see hearts in his eyes as he bucks into your hand, he collapses against the bed and lets you stroke him past his orgasm. “I-ooh, hold on, it’s, it needs a few seconds between sessions.”

You didn’t stop or slow down, your strokes didn’t give him a break, instead causing some whimpers to escape him as he tries to wiggle free. “Calm down, I’m just getting the ‘energy’ I need, I mean I’ll be here for a while, right?”

Satan hesitantly stopped squirming, instead just twitching and trembling whenever your strokes get a particularly sensitive point. “T-take all you can, demons have great stamina!” He tried to boast even as you stimulate his cock and horn.

He tries to move you off of him only for your grip on his horn to tighten to a near hypnotizing tightness. You feel the clear liquid oozing from his horns. “Oh you like this?” You yank on his horn to force him to eye level with you. Satan follows your ‘guidance’ without resistance (though judging how sensitive his horns are, this might be as much resistance he can give.)

Satan hissed, making a half attempt to pull away when your nails graze his horns. “You-I-I’m supposed to be helping you!” You nod in acknowledgment.

“You aren’t really good at it. But I am feeling better! Maybe a few more times and I’ll be good!” Your hand sped up on his cock as your other hand clawed his sensitive horn. Satan cried out, bucking up on accident and spurring his next orgasm.

He gave a low growl as his swollen cock flexes a few times and he’s cumming on his own stomach again. This time you release his dick as soon as he’s done, but you move your now free hand to his free horn. “H-hey! Not so rough-“ He yelped upon feeling you claw at both his horns.

He’s whining and trying to get loose enough to give you a kiss, but you hold him down. “They are dense, so I cant cause much damage to them,” You pause getting an admittedly dumb idea. “Actually…if I grind on them, can you still get off to that?”

Satan’s face is deep scarlet but he’s grinning ear to ear. “F-fuck yes,” He pants out. “That sound a-amazing but for now, I need a breather Solomon-“ You rake your nails down both his horns, earning a shocked yelp. To your surprise, he cums yet again, though this time you admittedly start to feel better.

“I can feel the energy. I want more, Satan.” He lets out an exhausted whine, trying to push you away half heartedly. “Or maybe…I should go to your underlings for more.” You pretext to think it over and look him over. “Yeah, you look like you have no energy left, maybe I should get S-“

Right as you let go of him, he pulls you back, growling. “Please, I have plenty more energy to give.” He purrs out, licking the side of your face “and I’ll actually call you by your name.”

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in hell is bad?#nsft #overstim #dom reader #sub satan #sub whb Satan #sub whb #sub what in hell is bad #horn play #horn kink

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toranesu · 10 months

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possibly controversial take but obey me! satan is the BIGGEST bottom. like this man would be face down ass up, drooling, sobbing, & thanking mc like-

YOU RIGHT DAWG satan is a full on SLUT. no joke. he's a sweet little kitty cat that just wants your dick in his hole full time, wants you to breed him and fill him up with your babies mmmmnnngghh

he's been waiting for this the whole time... having you touch him, hold him—though he prefers to be affectionate, facing you in a mating press, being shoved face down ass up isn't that bad either.

"m-mc.. please. ngh, i've been good," he whimpers, thrusting his ass back onto your fingers. your pace was so agonizingly slow, plus he's stretched out already! why won't you just fuck him brainless already?!

you hum at his words, curling your fingers towards that spot that feels so good. he mewls, drool slipping past his lips while he arches his back, his claws digging onto the pillow under him. "i didn't say you haven't, baby. i just want to take my time with you," you press your hand down his back and lean beside his ear, your words coming out softly.

he whimpers at the feeling of your hot breath on his ear, clenching his warm hole around you. he looks back at you with teary eyes, his lips pursing. "t-then let me look at you, mc."

#sub satan #sub obey me #dom reader #top reader #gn reader #sub character #satan x reader #demoaning

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hellsslibrary · 1 year

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♡Headcanons on brothers's yandere fan clubs and their relationship to / with MC♡

(little brothers edition)

DNI: Minors.

!! Warnings: yandere(obviously), mention of murder, death, sexual themes, praise (Asmo), pet names (Satan, Asmo), semi-public/public sex, jealous, possessive reader(Asmo, Belphie), reader strong enough to carry Beel on hands (or is it an adrenaline rush, lol), Asmo in a skirt, oral sex (Satan, Beel).

Tags: @idontwantoeatspicy

Part 1.

Satan.

He is probably the demon who will be loved for his knowledge, he can answer almost every question, with a few exceptions. As well as his beautiful containment of his own sin. They find it beautiful and worthy of great respect, love, praise and worship.

But they didn't even try to contact him somehow, because... Because we're talking about Satan, what the hell if he gets mad at their persistence? It won't end well for them.

So they only watch him from afar all the time. Enjoying their beautiful man from afar.

But then you show up. Some ordinary person. And you just change it, so you also fix their relationship with Lucifer. He started to become more calm, especially around you.

After that, their surveillance worsened to the worst level. Especially if you are with him, his boyfriend, whom they managed to hate with all their heart. Every time they looked at you, they just imagined tearing you to pieces, how you would writhe, cry and scream from it all...

One day, they were following him again. This time he was feeding the kittens and playing with them while squatting in front of them. They were smiling, their eyes were watering from the sweet sight that they were witnessing right now. But then you appear and sit down next to him, catching your breath.

"Sorry, kitten, I got a little lost..." - you breathe loudly and quickly, which makes him laugh, stroking your head.

"It's okay, anyway, at least you found this place," - he starts stroking the kittens again, which makes them purr. - "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You look cute when you enjoy yourself and their fur... " - you also start stroking the kitten, which immediately climbs into your lap, putting its front paws on your stomach.

"MC, don't make it up. You look much better," - you just roll your eyes and continue stroking the kitten's fur on you.

Should I say that it caused them to have an uncontrollable desire to kill you? I think not. But they're not so reckless as to kill the Avatar of Wrath's boyfriend too easily and openly, damn it, so they made it a little harder.

They pretended for several weeks that you also have a kind of fan club (although MC already has one, but let's imagine that they don't), but they never showed up, so as not to give themselves away. So, having gained some of your trust, they finally did what it was intended for.

"Are they back again? " - the blonde asks, looking over your shoulder at some of your favorite sweets.

"Yeah. But how did they even know that I love it? I'm still wondering, " - you unwrap the wrapper, but after a few seconds it is torn out of your hands. - "Satan? "

"It's poisoned," - he begins a short story about some kind of poison that has a very strong effect on the central nervous system and it doesn't matter who eats it, even a person, even a demon or anyone else.

"Oh... Thank you, kitten. " - you kiss him on the cheek. - "What should we do about it?"

"It doesn't matter, I'll get rid of it. Wait a bit," - he quickly leaves and returns a few minutes later.

"Finished? " - he nods, sitting on your lap, or rather falling.

You laugh lightly, stroking his neck and back, which makes him moan contentedly. A surprised moan falls from your lips when you feel his lips on your neck.

"Satan..." - he just shushes, hinting to be silent.

"I saved you, so be a good boyfriend and let me take my reward..." - he frowns slightly, pulling away from your neck, but then slightly purses his lips. - "It's okay, right? "

You nod and involve him in a kiss, from which he almost purrs, wrapping his arms around your neck.

And at the same time, the members of his fan club are sitting in their makeshift club room.

"Do you think it has already worked? Did he eat it? " - One of the demons asks, impatiently snapping his fingers on the table.

"Of course he ate it! It's his favorite treat, since even all the brothers say so... " - they look at each other and get up at once, silently heading to the room where you should be.

Your dead face, the body that writhed in death throes from the poison, are already flashing in their heads. How great it will look when they finally see what they've been waiting for for so long.

And here they are at the door. One of them is about to open, but hears a loud groan. They look at each other, look into the room, but they see absolutely nothing, they only hear moans that are painfully similar to their beloved.

"M-mc, don't stop, damn..!" - he groans once more, grabbing the back of the bench.

Their eyes frantically run around the room until they hear the moan of Satan, completely covered by his hand, because he was too loud, and then a soft whimpering and rapid breathing.

"Did you like it? " - you ask, getting up from your knees and wiping the remnants of sperm from your lips.

"Ha... Are you still asking? Sure... " - he swallows and helps himself to sit down with a trembling hand, and then begins to fiddle with the belt, fastening it.

Their eyes open when he turns an irritated look at them and they run away from there like a bullet. But then he just sighs and stands up, gently kissing you on the lips as a sign of gratitude.

After that, they realized that they had to accept your existence and your relationship with him. He will always be there to protect you.

Asmodeus.

Oh gods... The biggest fan club, probably. Well, like, who doesn't admire Asmodeus himself? The Avatar of Lust himself, the former pearl of Heaven and probably the most attractive being existing in all 3 worlds.

And they are also the only ones who managed to have a relationship (sexual and for one night, of course) with his object of adoration.

Although they understood that he was not interested in them, except as a free fleshlight/dildo for one night. But they were glad anyway! They were eventually noticed and even more, they had sex.

Asmo was hardly in a serious relationship, where he did not cheat on anyone and did not run for momentary pleasure. And all the members of his fan club knew it. But, as usual, you appear, dear MC.

They're so angry. He didn't even cheat on you, judging by their surveillance. He even tried to flirt less with others so as not to make you jealous (although sometimes he did and probably intentionally). You became his partner, for whom he drowned out his own sin, damn it, although not to say that without consequences for you, but I will hope that you have excellent stamina, lol...

"He didn't show up? " - not yet. - "And now? " - no. - "And now? "

"Shut up, will you! " - some succubus shouts in a loud whisper. - "He'll show up sooner or later. After all, he and the man were talking about something yesterday. "

The other girl just sighed and sat down with the rest of the girls, guys and other personalities in the bushes.

"What exactly do you think he meant by something new? " - the same impatient girl asks.

"Can you shut up? We'll see him soon and find out! In the meantime... Shut up... Holy—..! " - the eyes of all those present immediately widen when they see something new in Asmo.

They follow him as he leisurely hurries to you to show what he meant by a little surprise for you.

Their hearts are beating fast as they glance at his figure, or rather, at his lower half. Where did he even manage to get a skirt from the RAD uniform? Unknown, and unnecessary information.

He opens the door, elegantly entering the office and they hurry there, sitting down at their desks, pretending that they have a lesson here and observing the situation.

"MC, dear! "- you turn around and your eyes immediately widen as you look at the black skirt resting on his waist.

"That's what you were talking about, right? Where did you even get this? " - you ask, feeling the skirt, realizing that it has the same material as the trousers.

"It was simple, but costly. I just asked Levi to sew this in exchange for some new Ruri-chan figurine that can't be bought online. " - he pouts a little, but then he laughs. - "But it was still worth it, wasn't it? Does it suit me? "

You mumble contentedly in response and your hands descend from the fabric of the skirt to his hips, feeling them. The members of his fan club are sitting in shock. Why are you reacting so calmly at all?! Do you see him like this so often?!

"Well, I definitely have to thank Levi for that later. " - he giggles and bends down to your sitting figure.

His already short skirt lifts up, exposing his hips completely, but not his ass, fortunately for you and unfortunately for them.

"And that's not all~," - he runs his finger over your chest and leans even closer, putting one knee between your legs and rubbing almost fleetingly. - "Be a good boy and I'll show you, okay? "

You roll your eyes and see several demons staring at you, who immediately hide behind overturned textbooks. You laugh and pull Asmo to your lap, from which he grunts in surprise, but hugs you by the neck, looking at you in surprise.

"It's more like you have to be a good boy and not shine your ass in front of anyone but me, is that clear? " - your voice drops an octave lower while you whisper it to him, which makes pleasant goosebumps run down his back.

He nods and mumbles something that others can't identify, but they see how his cheeks turn red and how you squeeze his hips after these words. And then he gently kisses you on the forehead and leaves, grabbing his bag, to his office.

After that, the members of his fan club are clearly sitting with problems between their legs and go somewhere, leaving you to laugh at them.

They were just in shock. Of course, they thought that Asmo would play with you and he, of course, would not listen to you and in general he put it on not only for you, but no. He didn't bend down or bend down in front of anyone. And when someone teased him for it or praised his appearance, he just laughed, thanked and plunged into his thoughts.

It wasn't like him at all. Every time he wanted to understand something, he went and found someone and got rid of his excitement. But now he was just sitting and, albeit impatiently, he was waiting. The avatar of Lust of all beings sat and waited for a certain moment.

They didn't want to accept it at all. So they quickly called a meeting, after lessons and after getting rid of the problem under their trousers or skirts, of course.

"We need to do something... Asmo is changing for him, it's very scary... " - sighs a girl who is almost crying.

"Don't go limp here! And don't cry! I have an idea... " - so they started the plan.

Since probably the majority of Asmodeus fans are succubi and incubi, it didn't cost anything for them to come the next day in something more open (probably short skirts and shirt with a deep, eye-catching neckline and tight trousers). Although they will still have to avoid the eyes of Lucifer or Barbatos, otherwise it's scary to think what they will do to them for such a school uniform.

And they literally did not come off Asmo, stuck to him like leeches and constantly tried to cause him some kind of reaction. Either they bent down in front of him in skirts, showing their underwear or maybe his absence. Or rubbed against it in different places. His ass, chest, cock, inner thigh, palms, face.

And it annoyed you terribly, although you understood that Asmo didn't really want it when he sent you a repentant smile, and also wrote to you during the day that you would make up for all the lost time after school.

"Do you think it worked? MC thought he was cheating on him? Or maybe Asmodeus realized that we are what he needs? " - the same girl asked.

"I don't know, they are at home now and around this time Asmo is posting photos with news, so... wait. " - she is humbled by a stern look under which she cringes, but opens devilgram and waits for the post.

Their eyes widen when they see the photo and the inscription under it. Photo of Asmo in a [too small/normal/too big] shirt that clearly doesn't belong to him. It is slightly lowered from the shoulder, and hickeys and bites are visible along his neck and on his shoulder. The signature reads: "Is that reason enough to get you off my back, you dirty demons? Of course I love you and your affection, but you make my boyfriend angry and he makes my skin so stand out🥺🥺🥺" Sorry—...

"So stand out, right?" - you kiss his skin along his hickeys when after the photo he lands on his bed to you.

"You know what I like this..." - he fleetingly kisses you on the cheek. - "And you probably care too much about the sight of me in a skirt, I'm just sure that tomorrow someone will complain about my screams, you know? "

"It's your own fault. " - he giggles, and you roll your eyes, but hug him, kissing him on the top of his head.

Well... Or after that, they realized that they absolutely could not interfere with your relationship. You're too perfect for Asmo, since he wants to change so much for you. And you love him too much to share. Either Luci or Barbie noticed their school uniform after all...

Beelzebub.

Oh my God, this sweet baby. Well, look at him and tell me why you can not love him? He's just wonderful. Handsome, kind, caring, strong, takes care of his family and of course his wonderful appetite.

Although they are still afraid of him because he is quite tall compared to the lower demons who are in love with him.

He knows about them because they put something delicious on him every day (although he will eat LITERALLY anything, so I don't think it makes sense) with a note from them.

But then they see Beel eating something they gave him again, and then some [tall/medium/low] guy and Beel just shares the food with him... What?

In the future, they will find out that you are his boyfriend, and not just some exchange student from the Human World. And jealousy awakens in them, why the hell is he sharing food with someone at all, he's a literal Avatar of Gluttony, what the fuck?

They do it a couple more times, put food on him and watch. And everything turns out to be right, if you are next to him or within his sight, then he will definitely share food with you. Well, not always, if you don't like it / allergies or something else, then of course he will eat himself.

But he's still sharing. It's very strange. They gather a meeting very quickly and start brainstorming about how to rid him of your bad influence.

"So, who has any ideas? It's all terribly strange. And I don't even know what surprises me more. "- some guy walks back and forth while several more pairs of eyes are watching him.

"How about we check if this weak idiot can handle him? " - everyone turns around at the voice. - "I mean, listen to this..."

The idea was terrible. But they didn't have a better idea. Yes, and there was a chance that you would die there on the spot, so they started the plan.

You and Bell were walking down the corridor when the gaze of one of the demonesses turns to the demon and she winks at him, he nods and prepares. And the next second, he flies at you with a sigh of surprise, landing in your hands in a wedding style. The demon quickly runs away. But the demoness is in shock... You don't even tremble, you don't even try, you easily hold him in your arms...

"What? " - she says with her lips, slightly approaching you to eavesdrop on your conversation.

"Sorry, MC, I wasn't expecting it. " - he says, rubbing the back of his head with a silly smile.

"It's okay. Are you hurt?" - He shook his head negatively. - "Well, great. Shall we go then? "

"In this position? Am I not heavy?" - you shake your head negatively, confirming that there is no or pretending.

And the demoness is in shock when you just walk down the corridor with them in your arms, as if nothing had happened.

But of course, they still don't despair! They are thinking about other ideas, which of course will be worse than the previous ones.

After a very long discussion filled with screams, fights, broken chairs, bruises, blood, a broken window and a broken handle, they came to an agreement. They'll just kill you.

So they just went to the gym that Beel goes to, and then to the men's locker room, but they didn't find him there. And as soon as they wanted to go to the hall, a groan came from the shower. But since all the showers were separate, they couldn't just go in there, so they put their ear to the door, trying to hear something other than the sound of water.

"Fuck, Beel, this is incredible, don't stop, I'm now...!" - they hear a slight cough, followed by some kind of slurping sound, and then the water is turned off.

He only hears heavy breathing and swallows, which lasted several seconds.

"Are you satisfied? " - you ask, helping him to get up from his knees.

He nods with a soft smile and a bright blush on his cheeks, looking at you [from top to bottom/bottom to top] while you lean against the glass wall of the shower.

"Then let's go out. "- you grab towels, tie your thighs (and/or breasts, if you need to) and throw one to your boyfriend.

Demons are running out of the locker room like a bullet. They look at each other with a shocked expression on their faces.

"And what should we do now? " - some guy asks, sitting on the floor and almost crying.

"Waiting for the moment when a human dies, it shouldn't be long. " - everyone looks at him with a disapproving look, but then they nod.

Yes, these are definitely the stupidest yanderes that can exist.

Belphegor.

Damn... Yandere club for yandere sounds insanely ironic, but! Still interesting. Well, in the end, who, after looking at his sleeping muzzle, will not fall in love with him?

Of course, they were very annoyed, upset and confused when he disappeared. They had a lot of assumptions. That he was sent to the Human World after all, that he switched to homeschooling because of Laziness, or that Lucifer locked him in the attic. But, to be honest, everything sounds so improbable. Yes?

And they were so glad when he finally appeared, but accompanied by a man... To whom he constantly apologized and tried to somehow make amends for something. And no matter how much they eavesdropped, they couldn't figure out why exactly.

And in the end, you did it. And after a few weeks or months, they see him lazily kissing your lips, pulling your face to him.

"What the hell?! " - one of them flashes, already assuming his demonic form, but he is immediately stopped.

"Are you going to run into them in the open like that and kill this man? Are you completely crazy or something? " - he sighs, but reincarnates back, quietly watching.

"We still need to do something about it. " - he muttered through his teeth, to which the others only nodded.

They tried their best to find out what he found in you that they didn't. But we found absolutely nothing except the difference in your worlds. So what the hell?

They are also kind, caring, smart, funny, curious and self-sacrificing for others like you (they are not). So what is their problem?

They begin to follow you even more, trying to find the reason why the Avatar of Sloth fell in love with you after all.

"Damn, how could we have lost them... It even sounds like nonsense. " - this guy is still not happy.

And, of course, by the law of meanness, they hear the moan of their beloved Belphie. They look at each other and very quietly approach the door, behind which there are moans or rather screams.

"Come on, Belphie, you can say it. " - you whisper, biting his neck, which makes him whine, shouting your name.

"I'm yours, mhm, o-only yours... Really! " - he screams, grabbing your back with his nails and digging into it, causing you to hiss.

"Well, fine, I don't know what I'll do if... " - then they heard nothing but Belphie's screams and moans.

So they decided to pretend that they study here and do not hear any sounds at all from behind the doors of the office. They put on headphones, but did not turn on the sound on them. And after 30-40 minutes, their wait paid off. The door opens and Belphegor comes out of it, straightening his shirt and yawning. His entire neck is literally covered with hickeys and bites. He looks at them with a lazy look, watching as you come in front of him and take his hand, pulling him along.

"I'm only his..." - he whispers to them, but they are ready to swear that they saw a sarcastic grin on your face.

They didn't even try, he was too clingy, he even went to the same lessons with you, justifying that he forgot his pillow, and you have a painfully comfortable shoulder/chest/laps. And also his look... They'll just wait.

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femdomdiaries · 7 months

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Kinktober “Day 2”: Roleplay

Sub!Satan x Reader Drabble

Warning/Desc: 700+ word drabble, electro stim, general narrative violence, 18+ nsfw content, hand job, sex toys, edging, bondage, dom/sub relationship, is gender neutral but mentions heeled boots

Synopsis: You and Satan roleplay as a dirty detective and a crime boss.

A/N: Took a bit longer but that’s cuz it’s a bit better than the first. Next one will likely be just as slow, if not slower bc i don’t have any ideas for it smh. And I call these drabbles cuz they don’t feel like fics but they also feel a bit too long for drabbles? Idk. Format later.

The heels of your boots click heavy against the linoleum, echoing through the dimly lit room, catching the attention of the blindfolded figure seated in the center. Frustration etches his face as he tugs pointlessly against his restraints, which have him completely bound to the chair. His voice trembles as he demands, "Who's there?"

You approach without a word, closing the distance until you're within arm's reach. When you're finally close enough, you run your fingers through his sweaty blond locks, feigning it as an affectionate touch before roughly yanking his head back. The resulting sound from him almost makes you break character. Almost.

"Do you know why you are here, detective?" You ask him, your voice taking on an authoritative tone. You move your free hand to slide his blindfold down and lift his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes.

After locking gazes with you for just a tad bit longer than necessary, he jerks his face from your grasp. "What's the meaning of this, MC? I demand an explanation."

The dim lighting accentuates the eerie shadow cast across your face as you curl your lips into a sneer. "You don't get to make demands, traitor." When Satan's eyes widen in surprise, you nod affirmatively. "That's right. We've had eyes on you for a long time. Ever since Lucifer uncovered your little embezzling operation. Thought that was off the books, didn’t ya?"

Satan barely manages to stifle a laugh at your choice of backstory. You make a note to punish him a little extra for that.

"I haven't done anything," he retorts, voice laced with defiance, "You don't have any proof."

You respond with a skeptical raised eyebrow before sliding a hand beneath the waistband of your pants. His gaze fixates on you, and a flush gradually tinges his cheeks. "What are you doing?" he stammers, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

With deliberate slowness, you withdraw your hand, bringing with it a pack of meticulously rolled documents. His eyebrows furrow, and he starts to object, "Pockets have a purpose—"

"Silence, traitor." You slap him across the face with the rolled paper, earning a lip bite. "This is the proof. Documents, photos, all of it evidence of your crimes, of your betrayal."

You fail to hide your excitement, and Satan's eyes widen further, realization dawning on him. "...You've been planning this."

You shake your head and manage a disappointed expression. "I was hoping you'd come to your senses. I vouched for you time and time again but now it seems you've left me no choice."

Satan replies with resignation, "What are you going to do, kill me?"

"Unfortunately, you're of no use to me dead," you explain, moving with deliberate slowness as you circle around him, the echo of your footsteps only adding to the rising anticipation. Reaching the table behind him, you slide a sleek black briefcase towards you and pop open the clasp. You brush your hand over its contents, hand lingering on the arrangement of electro stim toys. "However," you continue, "your crimes will not go unpunished."

***

Satan whimpers as you stroke him again, flinching back when the shock transfers from your finger attachments to the shaft of his cock. Your other hand maneuvers a wand across his body, lingering on his chest and dancing around his nipples. Physically, he’s a mess. His demon form manifested involuntarily about four ruined orgasms ago, and now his tail lashes out aimlessly around the legs of his chair, mostly because he knows you’ll worsen the punishment if he tries to touch himself with it. His hair clings to the sweat coating his forehead, eyes once again blindfolded but failing to conceal the tears of frustration rolling down his cheeks.

When his breath gets irregular and he starts bucking his hips against the restraints, you pull back all at once. He cries out at the loss of touch and moans in discomfort, a sign that you have once again effectively ruined his orgasm.

With a predatory smirk, you lean in close, your breath hot against his ear. “How about this: I’ll let you go, but only if you can count up to the exact sum of money you embezzled. Starting at one and ending, hm, somewhere around a couple hundred thousand?”

Satan’s hips give one last weak thrust, which you discourage by slapping his cock and watching it bounce back against his abdomen. He whimpers. "Please, M-MC, I—I need to come. It hurts. I—"

You make a shushing sound, effectively quieting him. "You're breaking character, detective. Now let’s hear those numbers. One…" You start stroking him again.

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frenchfrywrites · 1 year

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Purr-egnancy mood swings

MINORS DNI

Warnings: top dom amab reader, trans man sub bottom pregnant Satan, pet play, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, piss, anal, dumbification, (nonverbal) subspace, little spit

Terms used for Satan: chest, tits, cunt, pussy, entrance, hole, asshole, vagina

Thank you to @arloheart for the commission!! and thank u for trusting me enough to let me have creative control over most of this <3

One second you’re peacefully holding Satan in your arms, cuddling him like you’ve been doing for the past couple hours while he reads. The next, he’s flinging his book halfway across the room, startling you with the loud crash that occurs from the action.

He’s huffing angrily, the tips of his ears red, gritting his teeth like the book committed an atrocity against him.

“Um… how’s the book?” you ask, regretting the question as soon as it leaves your mouth.

“Not. Good,” he spits out each word, coating them with a venomous tone. You bring your hands to his shoulders, rubbing soothing circles into his tense muscles.

Satan is the Avatar of Wrath, and his pregnancy has made him more moody than ever. He turns around in your lap straddling you to keep himself steady, being careful of his swollen belly, curling his fists into your shirt tightly. He looks close to tears with how upset he is.

He’s one trimester in, and has most of his family walking around on eggshells. It’s not something Satan takes delight in, but he truly cannot control the violent oscillations between his emotional states. You move your hands from his shoulders up to run your fingers through his hair.

“Let's think about something other than the book?” you propose when he is unable to calm down. “Or,” you tug softly at the hair on the back of his skull, making him look up at you, “maybe you shouldn’t think about anything at all, huh kitty?”

You watch in real time how the tension he’d been holding so tightly onto melts from his body. His pupils dilate with excitement, and a smile works its way across his face.

“Yes,” he sighs happily, his mood again swings, this time from angered to blissed out in record time. His legs clench around your waist, and he grinds himself against you.

“Do you want to dress up, kitten?” he nods, clenching his fists tighter into your shirt, but due to excitement rather than anger now. “Okay,” you lean in to press a soft kiss against his lips, “go get your things, I’ll be with you in a second.”

Satan nods, leaning in to kiss you again, “don’t keep me waiting too long, beloved,” he tells you with that faux-innocent smile of his. His words could be misunderstood as a warning, but you know him well enough to know it’s a plea. With that, he hauls himself off your lap, holding onto his belly gently as he heads to where he keeps his things. You’re next to leave, hurrying out of his room, hoping no one runs into you while your dick is half hard.

You grab a glass of water and some snacks for later, knowing he’ll want them but won’t want you to leave once you’re with him. Then, you rush back to his room, hoping that you haven’t kept him waiting for long.

When you return, you find Satan sitting with several items strewn across the bed. He’s curled in on himself, sniffling softly.

“Satan?” you attempt to get his attention softly, setting down what you’d grabbed on the bedside table. He lifts his head, revealing he’d been crying. You’re by his side in an instant, hauling him into your lap again, so you can embrace him.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” you ask, placing a hand gently against his belly.

“No, I-” he hiccups, “I didn’t think you’d come back is all,” he explains, his tears subsiding as he returns your embrace. You let out a startled laugh, relief flooding through your body that this is just the result of another mood swing. Bringing your other hand to his face, you wipe his tears from his flushed cheeks.

“Well I’m here, and I want to see you with some pretty cat ears, how’s that sound?” you ask, removing your hand and reaching for said accessory. Satan gives you a wobbly grin, nodding his head eagerly.

Carefully you help him clip them onto his head, “so cute,” you finish with a kiss to the tip of his nose, and Satan flushes.

“Okay to keep going?” you ask, tugging on the fabric of his shirt. He nods,

“Yes,” he sounds both breathless and soothed, “if you stopped now I think I’d have a fit,” he jokes. Except the both of you know there’s more truth than he’d like to admit in his words.

With a grin, you help him out of his shirt, revealing his swollen belly and his perky tits that have been gradually filling with milk as his pregnancy continues. You take them into your hands, rubbing his nipples with your thumbs as you massage them. Satan lets out a quiet moan, arching his chest into your hands while squirming on your lap.

He’s rubbing himself against your dick, and he’s unintentionally (though knowing Satan, it’s likely actually intentional) teasing you in the most agonizing way possible. You want to take your sweet time with him, but you know if you don’t get your pants off soon, you’re going to go crazy.

Looking over, you take a second to see what other items he picked out. Your eyes lock on the pink fabric collar adorned with lace, bows, and a little bell at the front. Your hands leave his chest as you go to pick it up, and Satan drops his head back, presenting his neck to you.

An appreciative noise leaves you at his sign of submission, and he smiles smugly. It takes you a moment to get the collar on, but once you do, Satan lets out a slow breath, looking at you through his lashes. He’s calmer now that he has it on, making you delighted and unbelievably aroused.

You tug on the front of the collar, and Satan falls forward, stabilizing himself by putting his hands on your shoulders. Still holding onto the collar, you press your lips against his, and with him sinking into his headspace, the kiss is languid and wanton.

“Open,” you mumble against his lips. Satan’s response is immediate, and he parts his lips so you can press your tongue inside his mouth. He lets you tongue fuck his mouth, moaning at the sensation and sounds that come from it. Drool seeps from his mouth, because his thoughts and senses are filled with you, and he can’t focus on simple things like swallowing.

When you pull away from the filthy kiss, a string of saliva connects your lips. Satan bobs forward, trying to follow you for another kiss. You stop him, pressing your fingers against his mouth.

“Please-” he starts to whine. You cut him off by clicking your tongue.

“My kitty doesn’t talk,” you remind him. Satan melts, letting out a loud moan, and squeezing your shoulders with excitement. “Do you remember your nonverbal signals?” you ask. He goes to open his mouth, but recalls what you’d just said and simply nods. “Good boy,” you coo, looking at what other toys he’d gotten out.

“Ooh,” you pick up the pair of white, lace, crotchless panties that Satan laid next to his tail. “You wanna put these on for me?” He nods, so you ease him off of your lap and onto his back on the bed. Hovering over him, you pull down his new maternity pants and the underwear he’s been wearing today- catching sight of the noticeable wet spot from his arousal- before you toss them off the bed.

Satan preens under your gaze, spreading his legs as wide as they’ll go so you can get a good look at his soaked pussy. “Pretty kitty,” you muse softly, rubbing his erect clit gently. Satan lets out a whimper, bucking his hips as best as he can into your touch. Your other hand rubs and massages his belly affectionately.

You touch him for a moment longer, drinking up the sounds he makes as you tease him. When you pull your hand away from between his legs, Satan whines, loud and very disappointed. Your hand that was rubbing his belly goes to pinch his inner thigh as you mumble,

“Behave,” as a warning. He huffs, but doesn’t have the time to get too upset when he sees you pick up the panties. You help him into them, pulling the fabric through one leg, then the other. Slowly, you pull them up until the garment sits nicely on his hips, framing his pussy for you. You let out a low whistle at the sight.

“God, you look so good,” you practically moan. A proud smirk works its way onto Satan’s face; he’s obviously very pleased with the fact that a simple article of clothing could have such an effect on you.

“Tail next,” you hum, grabbing the buttplug that’s affixed with a furry white tail. Satan practically wiggles with giddiness, gnawing on his puffy lips.

You grab the lube next, popping it open and lathering your fingers with it. The slick from his pussy has dribbled downwards, so Satan’s asshole is already wet when your fingers come in contact with it. You rub his rim gently,

“Relax for me kitten,” his eyes flutter shut as he focuses on doing what he’s told. With him lax under you, you’re able to press a finger into him with little resistance. Satan lets out a half pained, half pleasured moan. “Oh, taking me so well kitten, good boy,” you groan, and he practically purrs under the praise, sinking further into his headspace.

With him soothed and submissive, you’re able to easily get two fingers into him in no time. You stretch and fuck his ass with your fingers until you know he’ll be able to take the plug. Satan’s been moaning, groaning, and whimpering under you, making all sorts of sweet noises. Then, to hear him more you continue to finger fuck him, savoring the way he twitches and squeezes around your fingers.

“Guh- Muh- Puh- nghh-” his noises have shifted to sounding like syllables of something. He wants to talk so badly, and each sound comes out like he’s biting the words before they leave his mouth.

“What’s on your silly little mind, kitty?” you ask, giving him permission to speak.

“Please fuck my vagina, fuh-fill me, breed me again, I- ah- I wanna give you a litter please, please,” he blurts.

“Oh sweet boy,” you moan, delicately pulling your fingers from his hole. You take the plug, lube it up, and slip it into him easily. Satan knocks his head back and moans when his ass is filled with the plug.

“That feel good?” you ask, knowing the answer. He nods, his eyes fluttering shut as he adjusts to the new intrusion.

“Fuck me,” he pleads after a moment, like you would have forgotten about what he wants already. Feeling your own patience thinning, you quickly strip yourself of your clothes, letting out a relieved sigh when your dick is finally free from the confines of your pants.

“Have to stretch you,” you remind him, and you watch him turn red.

“No!” he wails, “I can take it, fuck me now,” he glares at you, his eyes bright and wild. You shake your head, not allowing his temper tantrum to affect your judgment.

“If you talk like that I’ll gag you,” you warn, and Satan bites his lip as you brush your lubed fingers against his cunt. “I’ll be quick, but I’m not going to fuck you until you’re stretched,” you decide. He lets out a frustrated grunt, but doesn’t talk back.

With how turned on and relaxed he is, it doesn’t take you long to have two fingers stretching and fucking open his pussy. Satan practically sobbed with relief when your digits entered him. Now he squirms and pants as your fingers curl upwards and press against his most sensitive spots. By the time you ease in a third finger, he’s close to cumming- yet refusing to admit that- so you pull your fingers out and give his lips a kiss to muffle his complaints.

Spreading the mix of lube and his juices onto your cock, you let out a soft moan at the sensation. Though you’ve been inside of him so many times before, you’ll always get excited for the heavenly pleasure that will overcome you when you slide into Satan’s pussy.

“Condom?” you ask, mostly out of habit. Instantly Satan’s brows furrow, a scowl forming on his lips. “Okay, okay, calm down kitten, I’ll fill you up with my cum,” you promise, doing your best to avoid frustrating him, kissing the glare away from his face.

When you pull back he looks content, and his disposition continues to improve when you line yourself up with his pussy.

“Good,” he purrs, outright moaning when the head of your cock presses against his entrance. You slowly push your hips forward, successfully popping yourself into his hot, wet, sticky cunt.

“Oh-” he moans, arching his back upwards, pressing his ever-growing belly against you. A moan leaves your lips as you think about the time you knocked him up. Satan didn’t have to do any convincing, but that didn’t stop him from explaining all the pros (in meticulous detail) of getting him pregnant. His presentation had turned you on like an aphrodisiac, and you’d fucked him into the early morning.

The way he scratches his nails into your shoulders brings you back to the present, and you press yourself further into him. You watch carefully for any signs of distress or discomfort, but he looks pleased as a peach under you.

As soon as your cock is fully inside of him, with your skin pressing against his and his legs wrapping around your waist, Satan lets out a startled noise. You feel it within the next second- the warm liquid gushing from his pussy. Your hips jerk against your will as you realize Satan is pissing himself, and absolutely soaking the panties he has on.

He lets out a long drawn out moan as he relieves himself, and you bring a hand down to pass your fingers through his stream.

“Got too full having both my baby and cock in your belly, huh? Just couldn’t hold it in?” Satan nods lazily, squeezing around your length at your words. “The plug up your ass probably didn’t help,” you muse as you move your hips back then forward, “you love getting the piss fucked out of you, isn’t that right?” He nods again, and you feel his stream dying down.

“Say it,” you urge, slowly rocking your hips as you start to fuck him in earnest.

“It feels so good,” he slurs. You groan softly, then stick your piss covered fingers into his mouth. He licks and sucks on them immediately, cleaning you up obediently.

Spurred on by the sight before you- with Satan drooling and slobbering on your fingers, his tits bouncing each time your hips snap against his, his eyes rolling up when you adjust to fuck him better- you can’t help but pick up the pace, fucking him harder with each thrust.

“Such a good kitty,” you praise breathlessly, and Satan digs his nails into your skin, meowing and moaning as best as he can around your fingers.

It’s when you nearly choke him that you decide to finally pull your hand away from his face. He pants for breath, drool running down his chin. You bring your now spit covered fingers to Satan’s pussy, circling and rubbing his clit.

“Close,” he tells you urgently after a moment. You’re surprised he’s still able to speak coherently, but it’s nice that he gave you a warning.

Re-angling your hips once again, you make sure your cock hits all the right spots inside of him. Your reward is the way that Satan’s cunt clenches like a vice around you,

“Fuck,” you grunt, feeling your own orgasm barrel towards you.

Satan cums first, choking out your name as he claws at your shoulders. You fuck him through it, following soon after and, as promised, pumping him full of your cum.

He lets out a soft whimper, going limp as you fuck him through your climax. You let him clench and squeeze around you, riding out any aftershocks, until it’s painful to do so. Leaning down and kissing him lovingly, you slowly pull yourself out of him.

Satan whines against your lips, but is otherwise in a state of euphoria. Laying next to him, you pull him into your arms. You mindlessly rub his belly, kissing his sweaty forehead, then his flushed cheeks, down to his jaw, his chin, and finally you sweetly kiss his lips. Satan sighs contently as you do, snuggling closer to you.

“Clean me up?” he requests softly, peeking an eye open to gauge your response. You kiss him again,

“Of course,” you reply, pulling away only enough to reach the wipes on the bedside table. Carefully, you go through the slow and dutiful process of pulling his tail plug from him, taking off all his accessories, and wiping down his body. As you do so, Satan effortlessly mutters a spell that voids the pee from the bed, making things much more comfortable for himself. With a kiss to his belly, you dispose of the dirty wipes, and return to Satan’s side.

“Thank you for doing that for me,” he says softly, humming appreciatively when you run your hands through his hair, “I enjoyed myself a lot, and feel much better,” he continues.

“I had a lot of fun too!” you assure him, “I’m always happy to take your mind off things, Satan,” he snorts.

“Yes, that’s true, and it’s part of why I love you so,” he’s told you this thousands of times now, but it still makes your heart flutter and ache happily. Satan pulls you in for a kiss, and just before your lips meet you catch the way his green eyes glitter with delight.

His stomach rumbles seconds later, and you huff out a laugh when his mood swivels from loving to serious as he pulls away to bluntly state, “I’m hungry.”

You’re glad you thought ahead, because neither of you want to leave each others embrace as you reach for the snacks you’d left on the bedside table.

#well i think the title is funny so i dont care if you guys think its lame !#cw pregnancy #cw breeding kink #p/iss #cw pet play #cw dumbification #sub satan #sub obey me #spice

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bluuff · 2 years

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SUB SATAN

satan asking you to stop treating him like a baby cause he is independent and a big boy now– from bathing him to letting him suck on your breasts like a child. he can do all things by his own now and wants to be the dominant! no need for mommy. so you let him do what he wants, which is to take control. poor boy failed when he went straight into fucking your pussy. he just stood there, letting your cunt suck him in. all he could do was whimper. it’s too hard. he misses when he just had to lay down and let you play with his body as long as you want. he’s so weak without mommys’ help, so vulnerable and fragile. baby could only cry asking you for forgiveness and mercy, please forgive him. so you did!! wiping off the tears on his face and kissing him, allowing you to fully take control and dominate his mouth while you continue what he started. he now knew he couldn’t even last a day without you having to take care of him.

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#★ : drabbles & babbles !#🧟‍♀️ : luv obey me.#sub satan #sub obey me #obey me smut #satan smut #satan x reader

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onlyyvette · 2 years

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Teasing the Demon Brothers(Satan)♡

NSFW Minors dni

Warnings: DOM/TOP reader + SUB/BOTTOM character + AFAB reader but is referred to with the title of "sir" + feminization + humiliation + threat of public humiliation + pegging + use of cockcage + consensual filming + semi-public sex + aftercare

Word Count: 3019

A/n: Okay, I've finally got to time to do this! Because I couldn't choose, I'm going to do both orgasm control and overstimulation. Not only that, but you didn't specify what sex and gender you wanted the reader to be. I hope AFAB reader is fine, but if not, I can remake the fic with a few tweaks to make it gn or AMAB reader. This will be a part of my "Teasing the Demon Brothers" series, I hope you guys enjoy it

Satan♡

Satan absolutely loved the way you treated him. As lovers, the two of you were just…as in love as the two of you could be. You would sometimes hold hands as you walked down the road, share the same drink at your favorite cat cafe, having him sleep against your shoulder as you read a book, it was all wonderful. But sometimes, the two of you would do something that you wouldn’t find most couples doing..

Today, the two of you decided to visit a mall in the human world. As you walked through the mall with your boyfriend, you found him clinging onto your arm, squeezing it at times. He would sometimes tremble slightly as the two of you walked, and it would always make a little snicker come out of your mouth. People would sometimes stare at you, causing Satan to look down at the floor, but you didn’t mind it too much.

During a stop at a boba stand, the cashier gave the two of you a compliment. Motioning to you, she said, “Is that your girlfriend? If so, you two are such a cute couple.” Satan let out a tiny gasp as he clung onto you even closer. “Thank you,” you replied. “And yeah, she is my girlfriend. She doesn’t talk too much though.” The cashier let out a laugh, telling you about her own girlfriend. It was no surprise that she thought that your boyfriend was a girl.

Today, you had Satan dressed up in a cute outfit: a pale blue blouse with puffy sleeves and a red ribbon around the collar. At the end of his sleeves, his nails were painted white, decorated with cat stickers. He wore a blue plaid skirt with white ruffles underneath it. It was a bit too short on him, but you didn't get any verbal complaints for him. White, thigh length stockings decorated your boyfriend’s legs. Brown knee-high boots covered the rest of Satan's legs, the small platforms on the bottom making him a bit taller than usual. Around his neck was a white choker, a heart-shaped pendant attached to it.

You had paid extra attention to Satan’s face. You did his eyeliner for him, giving him neatly done wings and gave him more volume to his lashes. Since you wanted to be extra, you gave him pretty heart stickers to put under his eyelids, adding a little bit of sparkly blush to them. You applied a pale lip gloss color to Satan’s lips, making them perfect for kissing. Lastly, you put a longer wig with wavy twin tails on him, completing the final look.

When you look at Satan now, you can’t help but feel a sense of pride from making him look so pretty and so erotic. The makeup complimented his natural features and the frilly skirt he was wearing made you want to ravish him completely. You almost regretted taking your boyfriend out today due to the fact that you would have to wait a few hours before being able to touch him. Now, while you couldn’t touch him, you still had a good way of tormenting him.

Right before the two of you left for the mall, you had slipped a vibrator inside of Satan(you also made him cum two times). He had pleaded with you to not keep the vibrator because he knew that he would get too excited easily, so you added a cockcage to make sure that he didn’t get hard in public. It wasn’t easy putting the cockcage on him because while no one would know if he was getting hard because it would be impossible, it was still so frustrating to Satan. He wouldn’t be able to get hard, which meant not being able to cum. You only found this amusing. If you couldn’t touch him, it was only fair that he couldn’t touch himself too, no?

Throughout the trip to the mall, you would turn the vibrator on from time to time, startling poor Satan, causing him to jump or cling on to you, waiting for the vibrations to stop as his voice got too loud. Even when the two of you were talking to that friendly cashier, you had turned on the vibrator, causing him to try to stay as mute as possible so that the cashier couldn’t catch onto his predicament. Still, he let out a gasp that was too loud in your opinion, causing you to secretly glare at him, quickly turning the vibrator off.

Satan should have been relieved that you were turning the vibrator off, but he knew you better than that. As the two of you continued to explore the mall, Satan was antsy, waiting for the next time that you would turn on the vibrator. Yet you never did.

Your last stop at the mall was a pretty store with many different varieties that you just had to stop and take a look. As the two of you were browsing the store, your boyfriend had almost forgotten that he had that vibrator inside of him or had a cage restraining his cock. Once the two of you had picked out some clothes, you led Satan to the dressing room. The women’s dressing room.

Satan was a bit nervous, forgetting that he could pass as a girl now and considering the fact that he usually doesn’t go into the women’s changing room. Nevertheless, you shoved him into the dressing room, locking the door behind you. The dressing room was a little bit over a medium size, only one stall and was made for 1-2 people to be in. Pushing one of the outfits that you chose for him and ushered him inside the stall.

A few minutes after Satan went inside the stall, you came with an idea. Coming up to the door, you knocked a few times. “Satan, are you done yet?”

“If I was, don’t you think I would be out yet,” Satan called out, an exasperated tone showing in his reply. “Besides, I’m still taking off my clothes.” You knocked on the door again. “Satan, let me in.” Your voice seemed light and cheery, but something about it made your boyfriend shiver. “What do you mean let you in? I told you, I’m still taking off my clothes.”

“Satan, let me in.” Your voice seemed more demanding this time. Satan went silent for a few seconds, and opened the door. When you could finally see his body fully, you had to stop yourself from jumping on him right then and there.

The first thing your eyes were drawn to was Satan's shirt. It was halfway unbuttoned, down to his navel. Where you would have seen your boyfriend’s nipples were instead covered up by a lacy, light pink bralette. Your eyes traveled lower, to his thighs. He still had his skirt on, but it was lowered a bit so that you could see his panties peeking out a bit. His boots were off, one of his stockings was pulled down to his ankle, but the other one was still fully on, making a mouth watering sight. You pulled your eyes up to see Satan’s face. He was furiously blushing as you were unabashedly checking him out.

Finally done with your inspection, you looked Satan straight in the eyes, a small smirk growing on your face. “You’ve been in there for a while, Satan,” you sneered. “Mind telling me why you’re not fully undressed?”

“...” Silence.

“Don’t tell me,” you started. “You were staring at yourself in the mirror? Were you so mesmerized by your new look?” Satan turned away from you, his blush spreading. “That’s not it…” he said in a small voice, despite the fact that you both knew it was a lie. “You don’t need to lie, dear. I guess you really enjoyed my make-over. "So,” your voice suddenly took on a serious tone. “How about you let me help you undress, hm?” Satan stayed quiet for a bit before startlingly clinging onto your arms, causing you to be taken aback a bit. “Please…” he pleaded, his lips trembling as tears gathered in his eyes. “Please touch me!”

“Slow down there, I’m not going anywhere,” you began, as your eyes darkened. “But…what if I do? Will you follow me out of here like a lost puppy?” You could see your boyfriend about to interject, but you narrowed your eyes, warning him to stay quiet. “What if…what if I let you cum here, but you’re too loud? The customers and employees will know everything that happened in here. Are you going to walk out of here and face all their judging stares?” By the time you finished speaking, Satan clung onto your arms even tighter as he imagined the scenario you were presenting. What if that happened? What if I walked out, knowing I was so loud, having everyone judge me? Just thinking about it… Just the thought of being found out caused Satan to rub his thighs together, an action not gone unnoticed by you.

“Well, Satan, let’s start! Do you want me to start taking off your shirt, or your skirt? Your choice,” you piped up, your voice taking a sharp turn and becoming cheery. “Please, Y/n, just touch me,” Satan begged, his tears about to fall as his grip on you wavered. “Okay, skirt it is then!” you ignored his pleas, shrugging off his hands from you. You pressed yourself against your boyfriend, slowly taking off his skirt. Satan whined under his breath as you went so painstakingly slow. “C’mon, faster!” he urged. You sighed. “Fine then,” you said, your tone making Satan even more nervous. “Since you clearly want to go faster, turn around for me and face the mirror. I want you to put your hands on the wall with it.”

Satan’s eyes widened as he realized what you wanted him to do. Obediently, he turned away from you and faced the mirror, placing his hands on the wall. He was silent as he waited for your orders, but was only met by your silence as well. “Hey, Satan, can I take a picture? I really like this angle,” you said after a while. “...Fine,” Satan lowered his head in embarrassment as he heard the shutter of your phone. Of course you had to have your camera at max volume. Suddenly, he remembered how short his skirt was. “Oh, Satan, your panties are so cute from this angle,” you exclaimed. It was like you were reading what was on your boyfriend's mind. “Too bad it’s not completely visible. Still though, it’s pretty erotic considering how half of your underwear is showing right now. I knew I picked the right color! Pink really suits you.”

How can they talk about this like an everyday conversation? Satan felt so exposed under you. He could feel his body getting hotter by the second. His poor cock in its cage had began to throb long ago. Satan really couldn’t take this torture any longer. “Please Y/n…” your boyfriend called out softly. “Please touch me, I-I’ve been a good boy!” Satan was getting very desperate now. “Oh come on, Satan. It’s only been like, what, 10 minutes,” you rolled your eyes. “Besides, I haven’t only been leaving you untouched just to mess with you. I think you forgot who I am to you.”

Oh. Of course. How could he have forgotten? “Please S-sir…I’ve been a good boy for you Sir. Will you please touch me!” Satan turned his head and was elated by the fact that you seemed satisfied. And you were. It felt so empowering to have the fourth strongest demon brother in the Devildom at your mercy, crying for your touch. “Well, Satan, since you asked so nicely, of course!” you said, getting closer until you were right behind him. You lifted up his skirt completely and pulled his panties to the side, revealing the purple plug nested inside of him.

“...Aren’t you going to take the underwear off?” Satan asked nervously. “Nah,” you replied casually. “I’m gonna keep it right here,” you pushed on the plug without warning, eliciting a sharp gasp from your boyfriend. You had been nice enough this whole time to not turn on the vibrating plug, but you decided that now was the time. Reaching for the remote in your pocket, you set the vibrator to a low setting. “Ah—” Satan cut himself off by slapping his hand over his mouth. Despite the vibrator being at a low setting, your boyfriend still had to muffle his moans, and boy, was that pathetic to you.

“Come on Satan, I haven’t even gotten to the higher settings and you’re already moaning. This is just sad to see.” Satan whined, muffled by his hand. “Actually, move your hand away, dear. I want to hear the sounds that you make.” Satan hesitated at first, then reluctantly removed his hand from. “Good boy,” you raised the vibrator’s level to the highest setting without any warning. “O-Oh! Y/n—S-Sir, please–MnngGHH!” Satan couldn’t hold back his filthy cries any longer. Oh how he wished you would take that cage off him. He wanted to cum so badly, but the cage wouldn’t allow him. It was driving him crazy!

“Hahh, Sir! Pl–AnngGH! Ngh! Please, the c-cage,” Satan begged, his moans disrupting the flow of his sentence. “You want the cage off,” you taunted, waving the key to the cage in his face. He nodded desperately. “Fine then, but you need to cum a different way then.” You unlocked the cage on your boyfriend’s cock, causing him to sigh in relief. Before he could cum, you grabbed the base of his cock, ruining his orgasm. “...Huh? B-but why Sir?” Satan sobbed. All that torturous pleasure and he wasn’t even able to cum in the end. “Relax, Satan,” you rolled your eyes. You took a cockring out of your bag and slipped it on his still hard dick. “You can still cum, even with a ring on, but it’ll be a bit difficult–” you paused in the middle of your sentence to get something else out of your bag. You were taking a while, so Satan looked behind him. He was greeted with the image of you wearing a 9-inch(at least he thinks so) dildo harnessed to your waist. You had a small bottle of lube in your hand and you were already opening it.

“Today is your lucky day, Satan,” you claimed. “You’ll have to wait even longer to cum now,” you had a sadistic look in your eyes. “I’m not luck—Unghh!” You cut Satan off by plunging your lube coated fingers inside of him. Your fingers scissored his insides, loosening him up for your strap. “Hahh, S-sir, hur—Annhhgg, hurry up please!” Satan pleaded. You had been purposefully slow and avoiding his prostate—it was torturing him! “Sir! I’m ready for you to–Oh! To fuck me!” You finally decided to take a little bit of mercy on your poor boyfriend and take your fingers out of his ass. “Well, I hope you’re ready, Satan,” you said as you placed the tip of your strap at his entrance. You began slowly pushing into him, causing Satan to whimper as he tried to grasp at anything to steady himself. All nine inches of the dildo was finally inside of him and it was driving him mad. “Gghhhgh…S-Sir…I can feel it—mnghh… inside me. It’s f-filling me up~” Satan mumbled half to himself, a delirious smile on his face.

Unable to restrain yourself, you began to roughly thrust your strap into your boyfriend, causing him to let out loud, unrestrained moans. “Shut up,” you hissed. “You don’t want others to hear us, do you?” you wrapped your hands around Satan’s throat, startling him and causing him to choke as you picked your pace. “GgHHKK—S-si-UunnGHHhh!” Satan’s eyes rolled back into his head as he tried his best to collect his thoughts while you continued with your harsh pace. He would have cum already, if it hadn’t been for that ring on his cock! “Come on, Satan, cum,” you taunted as if reading his thoughts. “You can cum with the ring on with the right kind of stimulation!” you tightened your grip on his throat as you began to bite the outer shell of Satan’s ear.

He couldn't stand it. Even though your hands had already left his throat, they had sneaked under his bralette and were now busy playing with his nipples, pulling on them until they become red. Satan keeps whining that it’s too much and that it won’t be possible for him to. Yet you keep on pushing him to do it! As you continue to thrust into him, he feels the climbing feeling of his orgasm coming back again. He could feel it multiple times when you were touching him, but it felt different this time. Like he would actually have a proper orgasm. “W-wait…sh-shlow–MMmnnGHhKK! H-hahh, Sir~! Feeshls like m’ gonna…” your poor boyfriend slurred as he tried to voice his thoughts, being interrupted by his own moans. “I said you could have an orgasm,” you said in a triumphant voice. Then you grabbed Satan by the face and leaned close into his ear.

“Cum for me, Satan. I know you can. do it”

That’s all he needed to cum. Satan let out a long wail as he shook violently, his long-awaited orgasm washing over him. Finally, he stopped moving and you set him down on the bench and began to admire your work. Satan’s makeup was ruined, his mascara and eyeliner running, lipgloss smudged, but it made him look even more appetizing. His clothes were still partially on but were a bit wrinkled and frazzled. Once you finished looking over your boyfriend’s wrecked body, you turned to get some wipes and water for him. Satan was still conscious, but barely. As you ran the wipes all over his body, you kissed him all over, whispering sweet praise whether he was listening or not. He seemed to have heard based on the way that he was slightly humming. Once you were done, you gave him some greatly needed water and kissed on the top of his head while he nuzzled your touch.

“Good job, Satan. Now don’t be surprised if we get kicked out of the mall though."

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Notes: gn reader, gore, mummification (of the sexy variety), dumbification, objectification (also kinda), handjobs, enthusiastic consent, 3.7k words

☞. . . A gift for my best friend @fishyreject !!! He came up with the mummy satan idea a couple months ago and we ran with it. Thank you for being my friend fishy!!

Satan liked the macabre. He liked studying up on civilizations passed and their methods of pain and dying, he thinks that’s part of what makes him a demon. He could name any torture method off the top of his head if you asked: blood eagle, the brazen bull, heretics fork, and of course the seemingly most symbolic of them all, crucifixion. But his most favorite thing wasn’t actually torture at all, but a send-off to the great beyond. The ancient Egyptian practice of mummification.

The process of carefully extracting every organ, placing the desired flesh into ornate jars, the scrambling of brains, the salting, the drying, and of course, the wrapping. It all intrigued Satan in a way nothing else had. It wasn’t the violence and the maiming that had caught his attention, but the careful treatment of the dead. And deep down maybe he thinks that it's a tragic irony of the way he wishes to be treated.

It’s when you gift him a book detailed with the subject that he finds the courage to talk to you about it. When his fingers had run over the sage wrapping paper, crinkling under his hands as he peeled it away to reveal a freshly pressed book titled ‘The Ancient Art of Mummification’. That’s when he truly felt comfortable to indulge in his sadistic intrigue with you.

Any and every detail he could remember he told you with excitement, flipping through the heavy book to point out references and diagrams. And you had listened so intently, asking questions on what confused you or what you wanted to know more of. None of his brothers could have ever understood his interests as you have.

It’s two weeks later when Satan realizes his interest in the subject delves deeper than macabre curiosity. He blames it on your smell, how the particles of you etched into the fibers of the book; the cover, the pages. It was irresistible. He pressed his nose against the spine of the book, the faint smell of your hands still lingering in with the classic aroma of book paper. It was second nature for his hands to dip below his pants as well—many a night had he gotten off to a lingering smell or thought of you.

But tonight was different. Maybe it was the subject of the book he was holding, but his gentle fantasies began to warp into something truly sinister. Satan thought about what it’d be like to be laid before you like a bug pinned to a board, what it’d be like if you carved him open and carefully removed each organ like the book so described. His hand moved quicker between his legs, fingers squeezing the tip of his cock painfully when he thought about the long metal hook sliding up his nose.

It hadn’t taken him long at all; his brain ran through every step, all conducted by your meticulous human hands, how you’d wrap him up so delicately and scrub his disemboweled body with fragrant flowers and salts. He thought about what you’d say, and the thought of simple praise slipping from your lips was enough to send him over the edge, spilling in his underwear and clenching the book by his chest. And since then, Satan hasn’t been able to rid that thought from his mind.

Even when he finally builds the courage to tell you how he truly feels, and you return his feelings, and you seal the new relationship with a kiss (and a night of hot breaths and sweaty bodies), he can’t get it from his head. When you caress across his chest and stomach the thought of you mapping his organs comes to mind, when you had bound his wrists together with your tie he thought about you wrapping him up even more. Oh, how devious he was.

And he hadn’t expected you to accept his fantasy when you told him, let alone show interest in it. But you did, and oh how you made him shiver when you asked if he’d like it if you did just that for him.

And so he began preparing. When it came to the Devildom, the tools of torture were always available, and whilst what you were going to be doing wasn’t torture per se (though it would be as exquisite) he found all the material he needed in those departments regardless; right down to the historically accurate knives and jars. Of course, you needed the preparation too, and aside from studying up with the same books you had gifted Satan–the demon knew how to make anatomy lessons fun.

You both planned for a night when the House of Lamentation would be empty, Lucifer working late, Mammon and Asmo out at the fall, Levi visiting a Ruri-Hana ☆ Demonloid concert, and Beel and Belphie taking a trip to the planetarium for…well, Satan never understood their twin habits, but ever since the attic it seems almost like therapy. Now all that was left was him and you. You and him. And it couldn’t have been a more perfect night.

Full moons are far more frequent in the Devildom than the human realm, so it was nothing to truly mark up as anything other than coincidental that it graced this night, but Satan had always been one for little details. You had even surprised him with a romantic dinner while he was preparing his new altar, calling him up from the dungeons to a kitchen lit by candlelight. He hadn’t found himself eating much, far too excited for what lay waiting floors below. Fortunately, the food would still be there when everything was said and done—so long as no one came home early.

He’s buzzing with excitement when you both finally make it down to the dungeons, the air becoming cooler and your steps louder against the hard cobblestone ground.

You help to undress him, taking the liberty to set his clothes aside gently rather than toss them like you had done so many times before.

The stone altar makes him shiver when his bare skin is laid over the top of it, but he would rather eat a bag of marbles than sacrifice the aesthetic of this moment.

You both went over safe words and colors over dinner prior, but you ask again anyway, pleased when Satan nods his head and repeats them back to you.

The tools he’s laid out for you are nothing less than amazing, and you suspect that he either bought an extremely accurate replica, or he got his hands on the real thing himself. The star of the show, and what he had babbled about during his confessions, was the long hooked rod. And it would very soon make its appearance up his nasal cavity.

“Are you ready, my little mummy?” You ask with a playful grin, gently rubbing your hands across his stomach and chest. “More than ready,” Satan responds eagerly. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

“I have some idea.” You reach up and pinch his cheek between your fingers, leaning down to kiss him sweetly before you begin. Satan makes a low sound when you pull away, clearly wanting more but knowing that something better awaits him.

You recall the steps and pick up the rod.

It’s a foreign movement to line the metal up to his nostril and start pushing in. But you manage, and you can feel the head of the hook bump against the top of his nasal cavity. Satan’s breathing heavily through his mouth, head leaning back bit by bit to give you a better angle.

“Do it,” he gasps, clutching at the edges of the stone slab table. “Please…scramble my brains.”

You shiver, your heart doing a little jump in your chest. “With pleasure.” You say after gathering yourself again, giving a little more force to your guiding hand.

The metal hook crunches through the top of his nasal cavity, entering his cranium. Satan makes an unusual sound, one like a gurgle and moan at the same time. You pause, waiting for an extra few beats, the question silent but clear.

“Green,” the demon croaks, and you turn the hook clockwise.

You watch the look in his eyes change, those ever-clever emeralds dumbing down and turning dazed with each turn and swirl of the hook. Globs of gray matter follow when you remove your tool, chunky bits of his demonic brain curled around the rod of the hook, almost like it’s grabbing, sentient.

“Of course, I’m not going to take all of your brain like those books said.” You say to him, though with his new sense of coherency it’s more so walking yourself through the steps.

Satan blinks once, twice, and sneezes, another clump of brain tissue flying from his nose. “Why not..?” He whines, sniffling when you wipe the mess away. “If I do, I wouldn’t be able to hear you tell me all those big thoughts of yours, and hear how pretty you sound when I touch…” you let your hand fall over his half-hard cock for punctuation, rubbing slowly under the head.

The demon openly mewls, his thighs spreading for you. The touch ends almost as soon as it started, and Satan makes a pitiful sound. You guide his legs to lay back down, soothingly patting the tops of his thighs. “There will be more of that, don’t worry. Do you want to keep going, my little mummy?”

He nods, a little loosely in poor coordination. “Green…I’m green…hehehe..”

You grab a different tool, an ornate blade meant just for opening him up. “Are you ready for the next part? I gotta cut you open to make you a real mummy.”

“G’nna…gonna cut me up,” he slurs, moaning when he sees the glint of the blade. “Wanna be open,”

“That’s right,” you whisper, resting the tip of the blade under his clavicle. “I’m gonna cut you open, Satan, and take out those pretty organs of yours.”

Satan makes a needy sound, squirming on the stone slab table. “Want that,” he gasps, arching into the point of the blade. He sniffles again, eyes red from his tears. “Please.”

And really, how can you deny him?

You push the knife down firmly, holding it at an angle as you drag it down his sternum and over the dip of his belly button. Satan mewls, limp yet squirming. Blood follows the path of your blade, slickening his skin and dirtying the knife. You have to cut again. The first pass wasn’t nearly enough to carve through his thick, demon skin.

So you do, and you do again after that until the layers of skin and fat and muscle are sliced through like hot butter and you can see the almost translucent abdominal covering. You handle that layer with care, the flesh reminding you almost of stained glass with the way his deep red-black blood glistens over top. In the back of your mind, it makes you think of tall churches and the light that shines through the holy depictions on the windows. You suppose that even in a demon there’s something as delicate and precious as melded glass.

The beating of his heart is quick yet steady, pumping and oozing, convulsing under his ribcage. It’s framed by two, large, healthy lungs; pink and swelled with each intake of his breath. You wonder that if you stroke them it might make him wheeze. You look lower, follow the maze of small and large intestines, his stomach, and his twin kidneys, all down to his bladder nestled at the bottom. You carefully lay your hand over his strong ribcage, the bone and thin spiderweb muscle warm under your palm.

“You know what comes next, right?” You question, tracing your fingers along his exposed sternum.

“Uh…nuh-uh..” Satan stares at you almost blankly, truly not a thought behind his eyes.

“Next is taking out the right organs, remember-?”

“Want that,” he quickly cuts you off, urgent and desperate, like he just remembered at that moment the steps he would have otherwise had memorized.

“You will, Satan, my mindless little mummy.” You say it like a term of endearment. “I already read which ones to take, and what jars they go in, so I could make you the real deal. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“Uh huh, uh huh,” he nods quickly, the most coordinated he’s been since you scooped his brain out from his nose. You smile a gentle smile that contradicts exactly what you’re doing.

The canopic jars are already laid ahead, and Satan drilled the knowledge into your brain the moment you agreed to do this to him. He wanted it a specific way, and you know you wouldn’t hear the end of it if the wrong organ went into the wrong jar.

With the same knife, you prepare yourself for the first task. The lungs. Carefully, you slide your hand under his ribcage and take hold of one squishy lung, feeling for the root of it connecting to his trachea. Satan wheezes when you do, his heart beating quickly before you. You slide the knife in next to your hand and cut the lung free.

The demon pulls an odd face, as if he were being strangled by invisible hands. You tug his right lung from his chest cavity and expose a gaping hole in its place. You see exactly what you expect: a secondary lung.

In Satan’s lectures, you were well informed of what you’d see when carving into him, including a secondary set of lungs. It was evolutionary in reasoning, he told you, to adapt to Hell’s harsh atmosphere. But with Diavolo’s fruitful changes to the air quality and temperature in preparation for the transfer program, that second set became unneeded. Until now.

He wheezes and chokes, sputtering around his moans when you cut the second lung from his body. Then, like a balloon, the second set of lungs inflate and start pumping. Satan takes a deep, desperate breath in. The feeling of air rushing back is nearly orgasmic, his hips thrusting up into nothing, his cock still aching and swollen between his legs. You ignore his futile searching in favor of placing his set of lungs in the first canopic jar, a baboon-headed ceramic. He croons when he notices you depositing his organ in the corresponding jar, a sickly kind of sweet recognition sparking in his brainless skull.

You keep going, next carving out his pink, fleshy stomach and gently depositing it in a jackal-headed jar. Then you move onto his intestine, taking your time to detach the plush frills connecting it to his abdominal wall. Satan makes a rhythmic song of whimpers with every careful slice, breathing a sigh of relief when you free the long, scrunchy tubing and wind it up into the next falcon-headed jar. And finally, finally, the last piece to carve out is his liver. Freeing his intestines and stomach make it clear as day to find, taking hold of the solid, jelly-like organ. There’s a sense of satisfaction when you deposit his liver in the last jar, one adorned with a human head. You’ve done it, and you’ve done it right.

Satan’s cry brings your attention back on him. “Sss…so pretty,” he gasps when he sees the jars lined up neatly, now filled with the corresponding organs. He weakly reaches his hand out to them, and you take him in yours instead. “You did so good,” you pull his hand up and kiss his knuckles sweetly. He makes a small, mewling sound. “Look at that…all your pretty organs are nice and snug in the jars…doesn’t it feel so nice?”

He nods, licking his bitten lips. “Uh huh, uh huh.”

“There’s one more thing, Satan, a very important thing.”

He stares at you like there’s not a single thought going on behind his eyes, blank yet awe-stricken all the same. “I have to wrap you up.” You say, and Satan makes a sound of pleased recognition.

“And then,” you let go of his hand and trace down the edge of his cored abdomen, right down to the swelling between his legs. “I’ll give you lots of love right here.” You emphasize with a light stroke of your pointer finger against the underside of his cock. There’s a saccharine little moan in reply, his squirming only reminding you of a little worm. If the worm was gutted and nearly dripping into his own wounds.

“Please,” he begs, trembling hands trying to grab your wrist and make you touch more.

You pull away and he sobs. “Not yet, my mummy, you’ll get to cum once you’re nice and snug in those pretty wraps.”

“Promise?” He asks like the very idea of you taking back your word would kill him.

You grab the roll of linen wraps, soft and smooth against your fingers. “I promise.”

You start at his feet, pressing them together and wrapping the streams of linen around his pale skin. He tries to wiggle his toes, giggling when you give them a light, chastising smack. You work your way up his calves, over his knees, and up to his mid-thighs. “Lift up,” you instruct, patting his hip.

Satan obeys, albeit weak and sluggish. It takes a bit of work, but you manage to wind him up completely, going through three rolls of linen strips to ensure he’s nice and snug.

You take careful liberty with wrapping up his head, leaving his mouth and nose exposed. You wanted to hear him when you finished him, after all.

“M’so warm,” he slurs, a loopy smile on his face as you admire your handiwork.

“You’re the real deal now, Satan. You’re a little mummy now.” He croons in satisfaction, despite the throbbing ache between his legs. He’s done so well, he deserves his release, doesn’t he?

You press your palms against his thighs, watching him shiver and shake with each unexpected touch. His cock barely makes an outline in the bondage and you have to part the strips of cloth to fish him out, but the sound he makes is worth the extra work.

“Your cock is so swollen and purple, baby…does it hurt?” You slide your thumb over the head. Satan chokes on his own spit, coughing and wheezing. “Yes,” he manages to strangle out.

“I bet so…you were so good waiting for it, so I’ll let you cum whenever you want, ok?” You grab your bottle of oil, the fancy little decanter meeting your grip. You uncork it with your teeth and Satan gasps at the sound. Thick, floral oil pours into your palm, filling the copper-saturated air until the heady scent penetrates both of your senses.

The sound he makes when you grab his cock with your oiled hand is simply to die for, a sound you drink in and milk him for more of. It’s a sound unlike anything he’s made tonight, and the thought that what overwhelms him most is not the gutting, but a simple handjob does things to your head.

He truly is purple, the tip of him flushed almost violet with desperation, blood swollen in the organ. With a slick hand, you pump him slowly, dragging out every keen and cry. His hips try to flex, his thighs spread and open for you but he’s met with resistance, the thick binding keeping him wholey secured and trapped. And would he really want it any different?

“S’wet,” Satan pants raggedly. “Your hand…is wet…and, hhuuh-uhn, i-it’s wuh-warm and,” he swallows, and his increasing vocabulary clues you in that his scrambled brain has finally started to piece back together. “I like you,” is all he can say, mouth gaping.

You smile, something so sweetly ironic. “I like you too, Satan, I like you a lot. Are you close fr’me, my mummy?”

He tries to nod, at least the best he can with the restriction. “Yes!” He yelps when you stroke faster, high pitched and almost screeching. Faster, your hand moves, squeezing his tip in between your fingers with every slide up. You can feel the pulsing vein, the sticky pre bubbling at his slit.

You wiggle your other hand into the overlapping wraps, digging your fingers under his balls and between his clenched legs, finding his taint and pressing. It was another thing you learned in those studies, that the prostate can be stimulated from the outside, and what better time to try it than now?

A sound crossed between a scream, a cry, and something a little demonic tears it's way through his throat as he cums, thick spurts of it splattering onto his bound tummy.

With how pent up he was, you decide to rub a little harder against his perineum, milking the rest out the best you can, massaging your thumb under the head of his cock.

Satan goes boneless against the altar, the dangerous and lust-filled air slowly dissipating. You could wring out another orgasm, and the thought to see him overstimulated pleases your mind greatly, but you cap it at one. With how extensive this night has been, he’s given you all he can. You settle on gently rubbing his partially exposed pubic bone as he comes down from his orgasmic high, whispering your praise to him.

You check the time on your phone. 30 minutes left until the brothers should start coming home. You look back at Satan and his fucked out, loopy smile, a muffled purring coming from beneath the cloth.

“Let’s get you unwrapped, ok?”

…

It’s been a week since that night, and it still lives on in Satan’s head. He still snickers about the close call—from when Mammon caught you scurrying back to your room with a freshly washed and only mildly dopey Satan and complained to Lucifer how his younger brother got the whole night with you.

“Then don’t go to The Fall next time.” Is all Lucifer had said, annoyance in his brow.

As insufferable as the eldest was, Satan was pleased with that answer.

He dusts his hands off, carefully repositioning and angling the canopic jars onto his shelf until he deemed them perfect. He would never forget it, especially now that he’s kept the momentos just across from his bed (something he could get off to the memory of when you had to leave him alone).

Satan grins a contented, pleased little grin as he backs up to view the shelves at a better angle. Thinking back on it, the avatar of wrath doesn’t know why he was so fearful to confess his desires. Regardless, he checks his phone and finds a new notification from you. It’s a picture, one of a steel, double-sided fork and thick leather cuffs.

His heart flutters. He loves how thrifty you are.

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