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GREEDY, GREEDY ⟢ nsfw character insert

whatever he'd talked you into was glorious.

and wet.

very wet. gushing slick between your bunny-twitching legs spread so wide for no one but him. and he, fuck-

he was a greedy, greedy man.

before you knew it, he was right between them, throbbing cock sliding in with an ease that had your eyes dice-rolling in their skull, mouth perfectly agape for his fingers to slide and curl into your throat.

the very sensation of being so full on two ends had you writhing, cunt squeezing him for all his worth as you both moan for a lost mercy, trembling and wordlessly begging the other for more.

good god, maybe you were greedy too.

— ango sakaguchi, blade, chuuya nakahara, dainsleif, diluc, mammon, satoru gojo, saigiku jouno, solomon, tartaglia, toji fushiguro, veritas ratio, wriothesley.

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Hiiii! Love your writing 😘😘 wondering if you wanted to write about mammon and a little pet play with a gentle soft Dom!AFAB Mc (or GN). Have a nice day!!!

It's Always Sunny With You (NSFW)

Summary: Mammon always takes his brothers’ harsh words head on - he doesn’t care what they have to say about him! But after overhearing his brothers talking behind his back, Mammon isn’t sure how much more he can take. Sometimes, your little puppy needs to be reminded how much you love him (and just how good he is).

Warnings: sub!mammon, dom!reader, hurt/comfort, starts out angsty with a capital A, swearing, pet play, reader calls mammon “puppy” and “pup”, mammon calls reader “master”, body worship, so so much praise

Let me know if you think I missed anything!

All characters are over 18 :) 

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Oh Mammon my sweet sweet boy :( So excited to be writing for him! He deserves all the love in the world, and sometimes he seems to forget that. Thank you so much for the request, I hope you enjoy! Sorry that there’s so much exposition, I can’t help myself sometimes…

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Mammon put up with a lot.

This much was clear - as one of the seven rulers of hell, the second oldest at that, he had a lot on his plate. No matter how idiotic, or greedy, or in his own world he acts, he does really love his brothers (don’t you go telling any of them, now!).

Which made what was happening right now hurt so much more.

He knows he isn’t the world’s best older brother - hell, he could be a pretty terrible one at that - and the way he acted 99.9% of the time reflected that. Like all the times he’s pawned off some ridiculous anime figure of Levi’s (why have it if you’re just going to keep it in the box, huh?), or one of Satan’s first edition books, or one of Lucifer’s cursed records, or-… you get the point. He certainly has a greedy streak, but he can’t help it, okay? That’s his whole shtick, for crying out loud! Sure, he tends to gamble all the money he earned from pawning their stuff, but so what if he did? He always wins it all back eventually, anyhow. Especially if he has you - his lucky treasure - at the tables with him. He swears he always wins when you’re there to cheer him on.

But you weren’t here now, were you?

No one in this family had any idea of how to have a quiet conversation; Lucifer had eyes and ears in every nook and cranny anyways, so what was the point? It’s impossible to keep a secret in this house, so there really wasn’t any point in trying.

“-he doesn’t even treat them right, have you seen how unhappy they are when they’re with him?”

“And he’s so annoying, too. They don’t want to spend every breathing second with you, y’know?”

Immediately, tears blur his vision, and he picks up his pace. Stupid Satan and stupid Leviathan and stupid stupid Mammon. Do ya even love him? He wondered, fumbling his way into his room. Was he really just as bad as they were sayin’? He curled himself up on his bed, wrapped tight in the sheets, and sobbed quietly into his pillows. He knows he doesn’t deserve you - beautiful, kind, sweet, perfect you - it was inevitable that he would lose you. He never could hold on to treasure very long, anyways, how was he going to manage to keep one as precious as you? Who would want to stay with a greedy, annoying, clingy, disaster like him anyways? You were his everything, the reason the sun rose, the air he breathes, his most valued treasure. But you had so many people around you who loved you, who could love you better than him. Hell, you have the whole Devildom wrapped around your little human finger. Not to mention the angels who flock to you like you’re their reverie, and the shady sorcerer who insisted on taking you as his apprentice. All the powerful forces of the three Realms would come to your beck and call, so why would you want to have anything to do with someone like him?

Stupid, idiot Mammon. No one could ever love someone like you, anyways.

– – –

You sighed, trying your best to discreetly glance around the table. The brothers were rowdy as always, but one voice was missing - the voice of your boyfriend. While Mammon wasn’t always the most punctual, Beel had almost obliterated all the food already, and he hadn’t even come down yet to “grace the table with the Great Mammon’s presence”. Thinking of him made you smile at your food, but your smile didn’t last for long. 

He’s never this late to dinner… you chewed the inside of your cheek, worried. I wonder if he’s okay?

“-MC, are you listening to me?”

You snap your head up from your plate, Lucifer’s piercing eyes staring you down. You flush, embarrassed, and scramble to respond.

“Y-yeah, yeah of course Lucifer! Just thinking about how dinner is so good, who made it tonight, haha? My compliments to the chef, they did a-”

“You’ve said enough. I could tell you weren’t present with us, anyways.” He glances at Mammon’s empty seat, and turns his eyes back to you. “It’s pretty obvious why.”

“Yuck, you guys are so gross!” Levi shouts, sticking his tongue out. “You know that’s normie behavior, right, MC? It’s so gross how you’re ‘in love’, or whatever-”

Lucifer rolls his eyes, ignoring Leviathan’s ranting. “Go check on him.”

You perk up, looking at him, surprised. “Really? Okay!”

Without as much as a second thought (much to the chagrin of the six brothers who were present at dinner) you throw together a plate of food and rush off to Mammon’s room. You wondered if he was sick (do demons get sick?), or maybe if he fell asleep - you knew he tended to stay out late, even on school nights. That can’t be right, you thought with a frown. He was with me last night.

Lost in your thoughts, you almost walk past his door. Double-taking, you take a few steps back and rap your knuckles on his door, to no response.

“Mammon?” Nothing.

“Hey Mammon, it’s MC! I brought you dinner, if you’d like it!”

 Still nothing.

“Mammon, are you in there…?”

A muffled “Go ‘way!” rings out, and you drop your hand that had been knocking to your side.

“At least come get your dinner, you didn’t eat!” “‘m not hungry.”

You twist the handle, noticing he didn’t lock the door. “Alright, I’m coming in there-”

“No!” you get the door about halfway open before a force is pushing it back closed. You throw your foot in the doorframe, wincing as the door tries to slam closed through your foot. Taking a peek in, you notice the room is dark. You can make out the outline of a blanket, strewn on the floor (presumably in Mammon’s hurry to close the door on you), and about nothing else. 

You push against the door, adamant this time. “Mammon, please, if you don’t want to talk to me about whatever happened yet, that’s fine, but please, at least take the food-”

The door opens just wide enough for Mammon to snatch the plate out of your hands. You don’t even see him, really - just the blur of his arm reaching around the door, and the feeling of the door once again trying to close through your foot. 

“I took the food, ya can go now-”

“Did I do something wrong?” He falls silent at your words, and you go on. “I’m sorry if I did, but please, let me make up whatever I did wrong-”

You thought that you had done something wrong? Mammon’s dumbstruck - you were perfect, you were you, why would you ever think you were the one in the wrong? Wasn’t it obvious that this was all his fault?

“...Mammon?” you sigh. “I- if you don’t want to tell me, that’s okay, I’m sorry I came to bother you, you clearly don’t want me to be here.”

He can hear your frown through the door, the tears that are probably hanging at your waterline, the dejected tone in your voice. Without thinking, he haphazardly sets the plate of food down, Diavolo knows where, and throws the door open just as you’re pulling your foot out of the frame. You blink up at him, surprised, and he immediately shrinks in on himself. He knows he’s a mess right now - ruffled hair, puffy eyes, wrinkled clothes - but he also knows that he can’t have you thinking you did something wrong. He may be a terrible boyfriend according to his brothers, but he won’t be that terrible of a boyfriend.

“Oh, honey,” you say, voice as soft as velvet, taking a few steps toward him. “Are you okay?”

And you watch as he just crumples, tears flowing openly again. He’s desperately sniffling, rubbing at his eyes, trying to get them to stop, but now that the floodgates have been opened, he can’t control them anymore. 

“Y-yeah, I’m fine, I’m the great Mammon, after all!” he responds shakily, trying his best (and failing) to hold in his tears. “Nothing shakes me, ya know that, treasure.”

You frown at him, worry written all over your face. You gently push your way into his room, and he lets you, looking everywhere but your face as you gently close the door behind you. The gentle click of the lock catches his ear, but he’s more focused on you. He winces as you click the light on, too, and hopes you don’t mind how he looks right now. He can feel your gaze on him, all of him, tearing apart whatever walls he was feebly trying to keep up. You always knew what was up, even when he wouldn’t say it. It was one of the things he loved so much about you - he didn’t have to be good with words, because you already know what he’s going to say.

He jumps slightly as your hands reach for his face, directing it at yours. His eyes still won’t meet yours, and you sigh.

“What’ll it take for my handsome boyfriend to look me in the eye, huh?” you croon sweetly. He can see the pout forming on your lips and the glint behind your eyes without even having to look. And he’s sure that you can feel the flush of his skin under your hands as blood rushes straight to his cheeks. It didn’t take much for you to fluster him, even now.

“Mammon.”

“...MC,” he conceded, allowing himself a peek at you. 

That was his first mistake. You were looking at him with such admiration, as if he had hung the moon and all the stars in the sky, and he didn’t know how to handle it. Why did you love him?

“Why do I love you? Why wouldn’t I love you?” You could tell he hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but you pushed on before he could get a word in. “You’re kind, and you’re so sweet to me, and you care about your family above anything else, and-”

“That’s not true,” he murmurs, watery eyes looking away from yours once again. “They think I’m mean, and annoying, and that I’m making you unhappy-”

“Oh, baby,” you coo, thumbing gently at his cheek. “Do I need to remind you just how perfect you are for me? My perfect boy.”

He flushes, stammering as you lead him back to his bed. There’s a noticeable dent from where he laid, unmoving, earlier, but you ignore it. Instead, you gently guide him to lay down on his back, and sit to straddle his hips. 

“I don’t know what’s got you all in your head,” you say, leaning down to hover your mouth just above his. “But I’m going to remind you just how good you are, okay?”

Before he can stammer out an “okay” of his own, your lips are crashing against his. There’s a sort of desperation behind your movements, and it has blood rushing down to his cock prematurely. He can’t help it, not when you’re straddling his hips and kissing him like your life depends on it. His hips buck when your tongue pushes into his mouth, and his shaky hands move to grasp at any part of you he can grab. They land on the plush of your hips, trying to guide you to grind down onto his already aching cock. You pull away at this, and he whines, a genuine sort of hurt hiding in the depths of his eyes.

“Baby, baby, look at me,” you murmur, cupping his cheek. “This is about you but that doesn’t mean you can break the rules. We go at my pace, okay?”

“S-sorry,” he hiccups, tears filling his waterline. “Sorry, I’ll be good for you, I’m sorry, I’ll be a good puppy, so please, don’t hate me!”

“Hate you? Honey, why would I hate you?”

You’re appalled that he would even think so lowly of you. Hate him? He didn’t show up to one dinner and you had about lost your mind! He had always been the sun - so bright and beautiful and charming - and you had just been lucky enough to have been pulled into his orbit. You didn’t hate him - hell, you revered him.

“T-that’s what they-hic-were sayin’,” he sobbed, the tears now at full force, “That I make you unhappy and that I don’t treat you right and and and-”

You interrupt again before he can spiral any further, squishing his cheeks between your fingers in an attempt to get him to slow down. 

“But did I say that baby? Did I tell you any of those things?”

He shakes his head gently, but the babbling doesn’t stop. He’s refusing to make eye contact again, and you frown, mad at yourself for not seeing the problem sooner. He had no reason to be insecure, he was the best thing that had ever happened to you, and you were just going to have to remind him of that.

“Silly Mammon,” you say, leaning down to leave a sloppy kiss on his cheek. “Does my little puppy need another reminder of just how much I love him?”

His head bobbles in a frantic yes, eyes finally finding yours again. There’s something feral sparkling in your eyes, but before he can comprehend it you’re slamming your lips back on his, your hands running down his pants to paw at his bulge. You toy with his belt a bit and he whines into your mouth, hips shifting under you in an attempt to get you to hurry up. 

You pull away, thumbing gently at his cheek. “Use your words, puppy. What do you need?”

“W-whatever you want,” he pants, his glazed over eyes struggling to meet yours. “Anything you want, please, wan’ you!”

You try to remain composed, but you can’t help the desperate shake of your hands as you fumble with his belt. You slip off of his lap, tapping his hip gently with your pointer finger as you shift off him. He lifts them for you without a word, eyes watching intently as you guide his pants and underwear off in one swift motion. You can’t help the grin from spreading across your face when his cock slaps against his abdomen. His tip is an angry red, almost purple, and fat globs of pre-cum run down the side of his cock.

“Aw, puppy, you’re already soaking for me, aren’t you? Sweet thing,” you coo, eyes never leaving his cock. “I’m going to ruin you.”

He doesn’t get more warning than that before you’re swooping down, tongue running up the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock. Your hands find his inner thighs and they twitch under your touch, trying to close around you as you slide between them. His hands scramble for purchase in the sheets as your head bobs down his length, taking him into your mouth. Another spurt of pre-cum dribbles out of his cock, and you suck it up, greedy, intent on making him fall apart under you.

“M-MC,” he stutters out between moans. “Master, please, I c-can’t take it! F-feels sho guh-good!”

You hum around him, sending vibrations coursing through him. One glance up at him and you know he’s already gone - eyes teary and glazed, hair messy, and one of his hands frantically fumbling to play with his nipple. You swirl your tongue around his leaking head and give one final bob downwards before he loses control of his hips and bucks into your mouth, painting your throat white with cum. You nurse him gently through it, suckling until his hips twitch with overstimulation. Pulling off him with a pop!, you give Mammon a lazy grin, rubbing gentle circles into his thigh with your thumb.

“Feeling better, puppy?” You murmur, kissing your way up to his mouth until you’re eye to eye, once again straddling the meat of his thighs.

He nods, and you frown down at him, unimpressed. 

“Words, pup.”

“Yeah,” he says,  dazed. “T-thank you, master, made me feel so good.”

“Good puppy,” you murmur, pecking his cheek. “Because I’m not done with you.”

He blinks up at you in surprise, and you spit on your hand, grasping at his softening cock. He winces at the contact on his sensitive cock, hands weakly moving to stop you. You grab at his wrist, giving him a warning look.

“You were doing so perfect for me, pup, what happened?” You pout down at him, giving his cock a warning squeeze. “My pretty puppy, do you think you can give me one more? Just one more, I know you can be good, hm?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, I can be g-good, hnn! So good, master, the goodest!”

He drops his hands back to his side, letting you have your way with him. Despite his earlier protests, he hardens quickly at your ministrations, tip already leaking at your touch. You lean down and press a gentle kiss to his mouth, eating up the little whimpers slipping from his maw. Once he’s sufficiently leaking all over your hand, you shift your weight, tapping his cheek to get his attention. 

“Ready, puppy?”

He blinks up at you in confusion, mouth opening to question you, but you line his cock up with your entrance and slide down, and his mouth forms a little oh instead. You flinch at the stretch, but any sort of pain quickly blurs into pleasure as you guide his tip to kiss that gooey spot inside of you. Your eyes want to flutter shut but you refuse to let them, instead basking in the drunken look on Mammon’s face. He’s clearly edging on the border of painful overstimulation and thoughtless pleasure, and when you clench around him just right, there might just be hearts in his eyes. 

“F-fuck, puppy, stretching me so good, aren’t you? Can feel you-unh!-all the way u-up here, baby.”

Your hand moves to your lower abdomen, eyes mean as you tap right where you feel him. He watches you with utter reverence, unable to look away as your pace picks up, hips rolling in a steady pattern. 

“So wet, aren’t you, puppy?” you pant, tightening your jaw to keep the moans from spilling out. “Absolutely gushing for me, gonna squirt for me like a girl?”

He opens his mouth to respond, and you slap a hand over his mouth. “Puppies don’t talk, remember? Or did I already fuck my puppy dumb?”

Your condescending tone has his eyes rolling back and his tongue lolling out, and you catch it, rolling it between your thumb and your forefinger. He’s drooling everywhere, little unh unh unh!s and masther!s slipping from his mouth. You tug on his tongue a bit, and you look him right in the eye as you spit into his mouth and let him choke on it a bit. When his eyes start to roll again, you let go, and watch him greedily swallow the mix of your spits.

“Say thank you, puppy.”

“W-woof!” he responds, and you give him a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss in return.

“Good boy, remembering my rules. How about you play with your pretty nipples as a reward, hm? And then maybe I’ll think about letting you cum.”

His head bobbles as he nods, hands messily sliding up to toy with his nipples. He rolls them between his fingers, tugging, and you see his abdomen tense as he holds back from bucking up into your soft, wet heat.

You’re not doing much better, and when his tip kisses that sweet spot inside you again, you feel yourself start to unwind. You lose your pace, desperately chasing your high as your insides spasm around him.

“C-come undone with me puppy, c’mon, won’t you-ahn!-be good for me? My best boy. You c-can cum, fuck fuck fuck! Cum.”

At your command, he lets go, filling your insides with his warm cum. You shake around him, prying your heavy eyes open to look at the blissed out expression on his face. His cheeks are streaked with dried tears and drool, and the most delicious flush spreads all the way down his chest. You run a hand through his matted hair as he comes down from his second orgasm of the night, extremely pleased with how he wearily blinks at you, eyes unfocused. 

You wince as you pull off of him, and his cum weakly dribbles out of your entrance. You roll over to lay next to him, making sure to slip your hand into his. 

You’re both absolutely disgusting - smelling of sex and covered in the evidence - but you bring his hand to your face anyways, gently kissing his knuckles.

“You know I love you more than anything, right?” You say, almost so quietly he misses it, “I hate that even for a second you doubted that.”

He tries to stop the feeling bubbling to his chest, but it’s hard to ignore when you nuzzle your face into his neck. He’s never really had the luxury to love like this, since he’s fallen to the Devildom, and it fills him with an inexplicable warmth. He rolls to face you, and he stiffens as your eyes find his.

“‘m sorry I made you worry,” he says, slinging an arm over you and pulling you closer. “I just…I’m not the best person, y’know? So I figured you finally saw that.”

You nip at the juncture when his neck meets his shoulder and he yelps.

“Don’t talk about my boyfriend like that. He’s the kindest, most loving, most exciting person to be around, and I’m the one who’s lucky to have him.”

The fierceness in your gaze catches him by surprise - why would you care so much? Sure, he’s the Great Mammon, but under all of his pizazz, he was just a boring, regular demon. Lucifer is influential, Leviathan is passionate, Satan is smart, Asmo is beautiful, Beel is strong, and Belphie (despite his brat behavior) is soft and sweet. But he didn’t bring anything to the table, not like they did.

“Stop that,” you say, louder this time. 

“Get out of your head and look at me. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be. You’re not annoying, and your brothers don’t know how much you do for them when they’re not looking. You’re an amazing brother, and the perfect partner. I love you, okay? I love you so much, my Mammon.”

“I love ya too, MC. Thank you for remindin’ me,” he huffs out, embarrassed at the tears springing to his eyes again.

He sniffles, hiding his head into your hair and pulling you closer. You hold him just as tight, and he drifts off in your arms, the tension of the day slipping away in your embrace.

– – –

“Do you think Mammon is okay?”

Lucifer glances up from his place at his desk, glasses crooked and face a little flushed. He tries his best to subtly adjust himself, and rubs at his temples, exasperated. Sometimes, being aware of everything happening in the house was more of a curse than a blessing. Your voice as you cooed at his brother was going to stick with him for eons to come.

“I can assure you, Leviathan, he is more than okay.”

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Side Effects (NSFW) - subby!Nanami Kento x reader; Your boyfriend has been on edge recently - most likely due to a rapid increase in curses over the last few weeks - so when you get a call from Shoko, you assume the worst. Lucky for you both, he’s not dead. However, she informs you that he’s experiencing some strange side effects, so you find yourself rushing to Jujutsu Tech to deal with a rather unfortunate… problem.

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Just Want You to Stay (NSFW) - switch!Belphegor x switch!reader; Soft, sleepy sex with the sloth demon himself. MC is gender-neutral!

Control (NSFW) - sub!Barbatos x reader; Barbatos believes in the unwavering, whether it’s his loyalty or his belief that he is in control. GN!MC shows him otherwise.

Just Let Go (NSFW) - Request; AFAB!sub!Lucifer x reader; Lucifer has been holed up in his office for almost a week now - and MC has had enough. Lucifer needs a break, and a joke from Asmo turns into a perfect plan to get Lucifer to stop working. AFAB!Lucifer and AMAB!MC!!

It's Always Sunny With You (NSFW) - Request; sub!Mammon x reader; Mammon always takes his brothers’ harsh words head on - he doesn’t care what they have to say about him! But after overhearing his brothers talking behind his back, Mammon isn’t sure how much more he can take. Sometimes, your little puppy needs to be reminded how much you love him (and just how good he is).

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Just Let Go (NSFW)

Summary: Lucifer has been holed up in his office for almost a week now - and MC has had enough. Lucifer needs a break, and a joke from Asmo turns into a perfect plan to get Lucifer to stop working. AFAB!Lucifer and AMAB!MC!!

Warnings: dom!reader, swearing, sub!lucifer, amab!reader, afab!lucifer, oral (lucifer receiving), p in v, praise, dacryphilia, use of condoms (wrap it before you tap it), hints of a breeding kink (on lucifer’s end), degradation, lucifer calls MC master once

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All characters are over 18 :)

My first request aaaaaaaah!! I wrote Luci as a trans male instead of just going for fem!Luci because trans people are cool 😎 I honestly got a little too into this one, but I can’t help it, Luci just does that to me sometimes. Also this is smutty, sorry if you were looking for fluff ;-; I absolutely love writing for Obey Me, please please please continue to send in requests (even if they’re for other fandoms, I'll take anything)!!

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You paced around the kitchen, completely furious. Usually Friday nights meant a chill night with one or more of the brothers but you hadn’t seen Lucifer since Sunday morning. The first few days were fine - you were used to only catching him free every once and a while due to his workload - but this was beyond unhealthy. You had staked out the kitchen today, hoping to get a word in with him when he stopped by for food but to your disappointment he never stopped in. Even his brothers hadn’t seen him, which was beginning to morph your fury into worry. 

“I dunno,” Mammon had said with a shrug. “I figured I’d see him when I snatched Goldie back - but that doesn’t matter!! I’m your first, don’t tell me you’d rather hang out with that wet rag of a demon than me!”

After reassuring Mammon that you were just worried, and that Lucifer’s current antics (or lack thereof) wouldn’t affect your Saturday movie plans, you had asked all the other brothers to get a similar response. 

“Ugh,” you groaned, banging your head against the counter. “I’m going to kill him when I see him.”

“Or you could fuck him~” Asmo giggled. “I’m sure that would get your point across just the same.”

“You know what?” you said, picking yourself up. “I might just take your advice on this one Asmo. Would you be a darling and keep the rest of your brothers away from his office for a bit?”

He stared back at you, flabbergasted by your sudden boldness. “I was just joking MC-”

“And I’m not. He’ll know better than to overwork himself next time,” you said, spinning on your heels and storming towards Lucifer’s office. You knew that Asmo was never going to let this go but right about now you didn’t have the heart to care - you had an overworked Lucifer to fuck.

Not even bothering to knock, you throw open the door and are met with exactly what you’d thought you’d find. Turning to close the door (and lock it, you had some decency), you stared at the first born. Lucifer stares blearily back at you, all eye bags and dishevelled hair, a pen dangling in his grip. He looks like he hasn’t moved in days, and in all honesty, you’re not sure he has.

“Alright, that’s it!” you declare. “No more paperwork, no more spreadsheets, no more. You’re taking a break whether you like it or not.”

“I need to get these done by Monday,” he said firmly. “I have too much to finish to stop now, MC.”

“I’ll help you, but only after you take tonight off,” you said. “When was the last time you ate, Lucifer?”

He frowned, his forehead creasing. “It’s Thursday, right? I ate this morning.”

“It’s Friday, love,” you murmur, pulling the pen from his hand. “Friday night. You’re done for today.”

He blinks back at you, then scoffs. “It’s no later than Thursday night. You’re just saying that to get me to stop-”

You groan and roll your eyes, throwing the pen across the room. “You know what? I’m done with your bratty attitude.”

“Excuse me?” he scoffs. “You’re in no place to mock me. Fetch me my pen you so disrespectfully threw Diavolo knows where and leave my office.”

“I don’t think I will,” is all you say before you smash your lips onto his. “You need to be taught a lesson, pretty boy, and I know just how to do it.”

He sits, flushed, sinking further into his dumb, fancy chair, attitude totally gone just from a kiss. You grin, knowing you’ve got him. Sliding down to your knees, you tug on his waistband, peering up at him through your lashes.

“Take it off for me, won’t you, gorgeous?” you murmur, holding back a laugh at how hastily his pants and underwear are discarded. “There we go. Gonna eat you out, yeah? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? My mouth on your pretty little pussy?”

Lucifer keened as you mouth at him, tongue circling his clit slowly. His hands were gripping the armrests, knuckles white. You reached your hands up to his, guiding them into your hair just as you plunged your tongue into his folds, drawing a whine out of his lips. Lucifer’s grip on your hair was harsh, and on a normal day you would scold him. But today was about giving this poor boy a break, so you let it slide. Instead, you shove a finger in alongside your tongue, revelling in the noises you were drawing out of him. 

“Ngh, MC,” he sobs. “Please, please, more, need more, wan’ it, please!” 

You pull off, and he wails. “More? But you’re already soaked sweetie, not sure you could handle more.”

“No no no, please,” he cries, tears dripping down his cheeks. “I’ve been good, haven’t I?? Please, jus’ want a little more!!”

“M’kay, baby,” you say, a sadistic grin flashing on your face. You shove three fingers in him at once and he moans, high and pitchy. You thumb at his clit with your other hand and he clenches, tight, around your fingers. You curl your fingers, pressing hard into his sweet spot while your other hand continues to circle his puffy clit. He lurched his hips, pressing further into your touch. He looked gorgeous: pussy dripping around your fingers, his hair and outfit totally dishevelled, eyes rolled back into his skull.

“You feelin’ good, pretty boy?” he moaned loudly in response. “Think you can cum around my fingers like the goody boy you are?”

He rolls his hips harder into your hand, nodding furiously. Desperate moans escape his mouth and his hand wanders to your wrist, forcing your fingers as deep as he can. His chair was absolutely ruined, and the stain that his puddled juices would form were going to be unmistakable. You were sure he’d be angry tomorrow, but right now all he could do was buck into your little touches like a desperate whore.

“Gonna- gonna cum!!” he cried. “Please, please, can I? Wanna- ngh- wanna be good for you, please MC, wanna be a good boy-”

You lean down and puff air over his sensitive clit. “Go on, then. Cum.”

He screamed, reduced to incomprehensible blubbering and moans of your name. You work him gently through his orgasm, rubbing circles into his cute little clit until he’s flinching away in overstimulation.

“Thank you, thank you,” he blubbers out, fresh tears cleaning away the dried ones. 

“Oh, baby,” you said, condescendingly. “Did you think we were done?”

Glazed over eyes met yours are you stand up, hard cock tenting in your pants. You struggle out of your pants, not bothering to make a show out of it. Lucifer certainly didn’t seem to mind - he was practically drooling, clenching around nothing when you yanked your boxers off and your cock hit the open air. He reached up to wrap his hand around it, but you slapped him away, giving him a stern look. 

“Do you have permission to touch my cock?” you said, clicking your tongue when he shakes his head. “That’s what I thought, baby. Do you have condoms?”

He opens a desk drawer to your left and fumbles a bit, hands still shaking in his post-orgasm haze. He finally pulls out a shiny foil packet and hands it to you, looking at you expectantly.

“So impatient, aren’t you?” you taunt, acting like you weren’t dripping precum. “Put it on for me, won’t you, beautiful?”

You hand the packet back to him and snort as he struggles. The glare he gives you in return is half-hearted, and if the way his eyes trailed back to your cock was any indicator, he was just as excited for this as you are. The foil finally tears and he rolls the condom on your length in record time, leaning back and spreading his legs wide once he was done.

“So desperate, aren’t you?” you coo at him, pinching his cheek as you line up. “Beg me, and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please,” he whines, all semblance of pride thrown out the window. “Need you, need your cock so bad, wan’ you to fill up my pussy, please!! ‘m so wet for you MC, so ready, please just put your fat cock in my tight little pussy, please-”

You smash your lips on his, unbelievably turned on. You rutted against his opening a few times before guiding yourself in, letting out a low groan at how tight he was. Your hips stilled when you bottomed out, letting Lucifer get used to your size. He squirmed under you, trying to roll his hips and get you to move, god damnit.

“Stop being a slut,” you scold. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you? You can wait a little longer for me to fuck your brains out. Or are you already drunk on my cock? Such a cockslut, huh, can’t last one minute without begging me to wreck your pretty little hole.”

“MC, move, please,” he sobbed. “Wan’ it, want you to wreck my hole- so wet for you, please make a mess out of me with your cock!”

You moan into his shoulder, rocking your hips into him roughly. You held nothing back - slamming into him like there was no tomorrow, littering his neck with marks that surely wouldn’t disappear anytime soon. Pulling away so you could see his face, you collect your mixing essences with two fingers and shove them down Lucifer’s throat, cock pulsing inside him when his eyes roll back as he gags. 

“Doing so good, darling,” you grunt, fingers still buried in his throat. “Taking my cock so well, just like you were made for it. Such a good little cockslut, huh?”

Despite all your talk, you weren’t going to be able to hold on much longer. Between eating out your pretty little doll and the way he was clenching just right around your cock, you were doomed to an early release. You pulled your fingers out of his throat, burying them in his hips.

Lucifer, fortunately, wasn’t in much better of a state. “Master, MC, please, wanna cum!! Let me cum, wanna cum, want you to fill me up with your seed, make me yours, please please please!”

“Gonna cum, huh pretty baby?” you said, gritting your teeth. “You cum when I do, m’kay baby? Just a little longer darling.”

He bucks his hips up to meet your thrusts and your grip on his hips becomes bruising. Your thrusts get sloppy and you bring a hand down to roll his clit and drag him to his orgasm. 

“Cum for me,” you demand, voice firm despite your incoming orgasm. “Cum for me baby, cum for me!”

He screams, cumming loud enough that you’re certain the whole house heard him, and your orgasm follows his, crashing over you. You bury your head into his shoulder, groaning as your cock pulsed inside him. You both sit there, basking in the afterglow. 

You finally roll up, unsure how much time has passed. “Let’s get you cleaned up, Luci.”

He looks at you, already half asleep, and you sigh, dressing the both of you haphazardly. Scooping him up, you drag him to the bathroom to clean up. His head bobs, barely awake, but you make sure he stays up until he’s all clean - you certainly don’t want any of the clean-up process to hurt him, especially after how rough you were with him. Finally satisfied with your clean-up job, you let him wrap his legs around your torso and his arms around your neck in a reverse piggyback of sorts. He snuggles into your neck, softer than normal as you carry him to his room. Opening the door with your elbow (your hands clearly full of Lucifer), you plop him unceremoniously on the bed, manhandling him until he’s tucked nicely under his sheets. You kiss him gently on the forehead and turn to go, not wanting to overstay your welcome, when a hand wraps gently around your wrist.

“Stay,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded. “I want you to stay.”

That’s all it takes for you to wiggle your way into the sheets, snuggling up close. You would deal with his tsundere in the morning - right now, you were happy to just be here, with him.

Word Count: 2060

Control (NSFW)

Summary: Barbatos believes in the unwavering, whether it’s his loyalty or his belief that he is in control. GN!MC shows him otherwise.

Warnings: smut, dom!reader, name-calling, Barb has a vent (and two cocks), CBT, masochism (Barbatos), a little bit of edging, swearing

Let me know if you think I missed anything!!

All characters are over 18 :)

This is technically my first smut fic but I posted the Belphie one first because this one is vile. Like shit's nasty, buckle up y'all. I’m OBSESSED with the whole cast of obey me, so expect more of these in the future,  oopsie ;P Obey Me requests are always welcome!

– – –

“Your tea, my lord.”

As Barbatos bows to Lord Diavolo, you watch with interest, thoughts clearly elsewhere. About how maybe you could bend him over like that. Or even possibly-

“I’ll be just outside the door if you need me, my lord.”

This snaps you out of your thoughts. You were at a private meeting with the Lord of the Devildom itself, for Diavolo's sake! You shake yourself out of your stupor and give Barbatos a polite smile, watching him (or rather, his ass) as he walks out of the room, the door shutting softly behind him. Turning your attention to Diavolo, you realize he’s been staring. You hope he hasn’t been watching for long enough to follow your eyes.

“Are you and Barbatos together?”

Clearly you hadn’t evaded his gaze. Panicking, a simple, “Pardon?” is all you can stutter out.

“Are you and Barbatos together?” he asks again, unfazed by your reddening cheeks. He even had the audacity to look a little amused, that son of a bitch. 

You and Barbatos had agreed to let the brothers connect the dots themselves. However, you hadn’t discussed the inevitability of the Devildom’s ruler finding out. “Uhm…”

“It seems my suspicions were right!” he says, a large grin spreading across his face. “Congratulations!”

“Uh, thank you, my lord,” you respond, unclear on the point of this little meeting you were having. “Is that why you called me here…?”

He looks at you, a little stunned, but quickly snaps back into his typical self. “Of course not! This is about student council work. Lucifer is one stubborn man, but even he can’t carry all the work himself. You’ve seen how his other brothers are, so would you mind-”

“Picking up some of his work?” you finish, smiling gently when he nods. “I’m one hundred percent willing, that poor man needed a break, like, a century ago.”

Diavolo sends you another smile, noticeably relaxing a bit, “Your help is really appreciated MC! I’ll have Barbatos drop by with the documents later.” He shoots you a wink and you fluster, still not used to Diavolo’s casualty about your relationship with Barbatos. You should probably warn him that the brothers have no idea whatsoever, but he’s already calling Barbatos back to show you out. You thank Dia for his hospitality, bow once for good measure, and follow Barbatos out, resisting the urge to grab his ass in front of the literal king of the Devildom. 

After the door shuts, you melt into Barbatos, letting yourself bask in his comfort. 

“Is everything alright, darling?”

God, he’s too sweet sometimes. “Of course Barb! It’s not like I just had a private meeting with the Lord of the Devildom or something.”

He snorts softly, wrapping a gentle arm around you. “What did he want to discuss?”

“Luci, that poor soul, is overworking himself again,” you say, feeling him nod against you. “I’m picking up some of his workloads so he can have some more downtime.”

“That’s very kind of you.”

“I try my best,” you murmur, snuggling further into him as you finally begin to make your way through the castle corridors. “And Luci deserves some help, he’s already got those brothers of his to handle.”

Barbatos smiles gently down at you, and you decide not to mention the fact that Dia knows about your relationship. It’s a conversation for another time, you decide, letting Barbatos lead you towards the door. As you approach the exit, he slows down, reluctant to let you go.

“Must you be leaving so soon?”

“I’m sorry sweetheart, but I’d rather not overstay my welcome,” you say, kissing him softly on the cheek. “And Dia said he would send you to the HoL with Lucy’s work overflow, so we’ll see each other soon!”

Before you can get fully out the door, Barbatos pulls you back, breathlessly kissing you. “Then I will see you later, darling.”

The door closes behind him and you are left standing, flushed, outside the castle. Slapping your cheeks, you make your way back to the HoL, praying that none of the brothers notice your physical (or emotional) state. Damn your sexy butler boyfriend, he would be the death of you.

– – –

Impatiently scrolling through your Devilgram feed, you once again check the clock. 8:30 pm. While it wasn’t necessarily late, it seemed strange that Lord Diavolo hadn’t sent Barbatos out yet. Maybe he won’t be coming today…

A knock on your door interrupts your thoughts, causing you to spring to your feet. You bolt over to the door, flinging it open with fervor, grinning when you spot your stunning boyfriend. He smiles back and, after a cursory glance to make sure no one else was in the hallway, he steps into your room. The door closes behind him, the gentle click of the lock signaling that tonight might be just as fun as you’d hoped. He hands you a stack of papers that you haphazardly place on your desk, pulling him into a fierce kiss. 

He pulls back, panting. “You should probably go over those papers-”

“When do you have to be back?” you say, staring up at him. “Do I have enough time to ruin you?”

“The young lord gave me the rest of the night off,” he says, his grin turning feral. “And I believe that I will be doing the ruining, darling.”

That just wouldn’t do. With a smirk, you spin him around and push him onto the bed, enjoying the sputtering you get back. Straddling his hips, you dive down to press a passionate kiss to his lips, all teeth and tongue. Your one hand cups his cheek while the other begins to pull his outfit apart, nearly ripping the buttons out in the process. Breaking for air, he gives you a watery smile, moving your hand out of the way and pulling the rest of his top off. You run a soft hand up and down his chest before twisting his nipple harshly, reveling in the moan your action tears out of him. Moving down, you focus your whole attention on his chest, until Barb’s nipples are puffy and his pecs are littered with marks. He paws at your shirt and you comply, already beginning to feel a taste of impatience. You roll your eyes at him but clearly aren’t objecting to getting this train moving, opting to remove the rest of your clothes while you could. He eyes you hungrily, reaching out to you in an attempt to pull you back on top of him again.

“Hands off, pretty boy,” you say, smacking his hand away. “You’ll only touch me with my permission, do you understand?”

He nods, and you shake your head in faux disappointment. “Words, baby.”

“Yes! Yes, I understand, darling, please touch me, please please please-”

You lightly smack his vent, still hidden under a few layers of clothing. Barbatos jolts, a wet patch forming at the front of his pants. You grin wide, sadistic, and land another well-placed smack on his clothed sex. You go on like this a few more times, enjoying the way his head lolled back and his pretty green eyes crossed every time you landed a hit.

“You like this, huh, pretty boy?” He nods desperately, bucking up into empty air. “Beg me, and maybe I’ll consider smacking your little vent while it’s bare. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He writhes underneath you, already falling apart. “Darling please, please smack my vent again, I’ve been good, please darling!”

“You could do better than that. Try again.”

He absolutely wails, debauched. “Please, please, I’m begging you, need you to smack my dirty little vent again, wan’ it to hurt, wan’ you to show me my place-”

You yank his pants down in one swoop and hit him, hard, smiling when his cocks begin to peek out of his vent. “Such a desperate little pain slut, aren’t you?”

“YES, yes, I’m your little slut,” he cries. “Wan’ you to hurt me more, please, wanna be your good boy.”

“What happened to that cocky behavior, hm? Thought you were going to ruin me,” you say, frowning down at him. “I’m waiting, pretty baby.”

“M’sorry darling, I didn’ mean it, didn’ mean to lie,” he all but sobs, crocodile tears streaming down his face as you land another smack, making sure to tease his cocks on your way back. “‘M just your little bitch boy, just your toy-”

You grab his cocks, giving them a tug. He squeezes his eyes shut, back arching and a low moan rolling off his tongue. You grin, feral, loving the way he squirmed in your grasp, eyes begging for more. He jerks his hips up and you pout, letting go of his cocks. He lets out a screaming sob, frustration evident on his tear-streaked face.

“What happened to my good boy, huh?” you murmur, a sadistic grin imprinting itself on your face. 

“‘m sorry!!” he yelps, eyes wide and staring right up at you. “I can do better darling, I promise, please let me show you-”

“Shut up,” is the only warning he gets before you hover your sex over his face. “If you can’t even beg me properly, then you might as well do something with that dirty mouth of yours, huh, slut?”

He whines but doesn’t object, licking and sucking at your sex with such reverence that you can’t help but buck into him, letting out an involuntary whimper. Damn your boyfriend and his talented mouth.

He groans at your little noises, sending a jolt up your spine. You grab his hair harshly, reminding him who was in control.

“That’s it, baby,” you moan out, gritting your teeth. “Just like that, want to make me cum, don’t you, pretty boy? Keep going, yes, that’s it-”

Your orgasm hits like a train, your mouth opening in a silent scream as Barbatos works you through it, mouthing at you until you’re sensitive and very much overstimulated. Yanking his hair back, you feel yourself clench at the fucked out look on his face. Eyes unfocused, he blearily looks at you, a dopey grin spread across his face. You grip his hair a little harder, loving the pitchy moan that leaves his throat.

“Look at you,” you coo, moving your weary legs so that you're straddling his thighs once again. “Such a pretty little painslut, hm? Just so wet for me, can’t get off without me pushing you around.”

He nods, almost frantic, pleading for your touch, “Please darling, ‘ve been so good, such a good boy for you, please, please, touch me, touch me, I need it, need you so bad-”

He’s cut off by your hand finding one of his cocks, pulling hard. He screams, his vent spurting out copious amounts of precum. Jolting into your touch, you shove two fingers into his vent without warning, reveling in the way his back arches and his body shakes, holding back his impending orgasm.

“Aw, does my pretty little whore wanna cum?” 

“Please, please, please, can’ hold much longer, need to cum, wanna cum for you-”

He sobs as you slow your pace, pulling your fingers out of his vent but leaving your other hand on his cock. You rear back your free hand and smack his other cock, grinning as he sputters and cries. Landing another well-timed smack on his cock, your other hand begins to tug at him at ungodly speeds.

“You gonna cum, pretty baby?” His head bobs, no words but ‘please’ and ‘MC’ left in his vocabulary. “That’s it, let go for me, you can do it, sweetheart.”

He wails, both cocks jumping as you land one final smack. He explodes all over himself, coating his chest and your hands a sticky white. He can’t stop thanking you, and you stroke his hair, letting him come down from his orgasm. Sliding off his thighs, you sit next to him on the bed, smiling softly as he snuggles into your lap. You pet his hair and whisper sweet nothings to him. As he comes back down, you wiggle your way out of his hold, softening at his whine.

“I just need to clean us up, okay pretty boy?” you say, pulling open the bottom drawer on your nightstand. “Look, see? Just need to wipe us down and then we can cuddle, okay lovely?” 

He nods, reluctant, and lets you wipe him down. He watches intently the whole time, clearly beginning to drift. Once you finish with him, you haphazardly wipe yourself off, knowing Barbatos isn’t going to let you go long enough for you to shower. Throwing the soiled wipes vaguely in the direction of the trash can, you help Barbatos under the blankets and slide in next to him, pulling him to your chest. 

“Good night, love.”

All you get is a snore in return.

Word Count: 2143

Just Want You to Stay (NSFW)

Summary: Soft, sleepy sex with the sloth demon himself. MC is gender-neutral!

Warnings: smut, switch!reader, switch!belphie, swearing, dry humping, belphie's kinda ooc oops

Let me know if you think I missed anything!!

All characters are over 18 :)

Honestly, no one’s really in control, it’s just soft, morning sex haha. People always paint him as a mean dom or a bratty sub, but I really just want some soft!belphie content, is that so much to ask?? So please enjoy some ooc Belphie!! And, as always, requests for this fandom are always welcome :)

– – –

Belphie wakes up slowly, as always. It’s dark in the attic, and Belphie wonders if maybe he should get some string lights or something to make it a little cozier. While he didn’t quite care, himself, you were staying up here with him more and more, and he wanted you to feel safe in the attic, with him. But better lighting was a thought for a different time, now was a time to drift back off, snuggled up close to you.

“Belphie?” a groggy voice murmured, startling him out of his thoughts. “G’morning, what time is it?”

He shrugs, pulling you closer. “Doesn’t matter, let’s go back to sleep.”

You groan quietly, wiggling in his hold. “I promised Asmo I would go shopping with him later, and anyway, I can’t keep brushing off my homework.”

He pouts as you begin to sit up. “Can I at least have a kiss before you go?”

You smile softly, leaning back down. “Of course.”

The kiss starts gently, neither of you being much of a morning bird. But as you start to pull away, Belphie pulls you back down desperately, whining into your mouth. You indulge him, knowing quite well where this was going. Asmo was going to have a fit, but honestly, you could care less. Your boyfriend was needy, who were you to deny him?

“Wake up horny, baby?” you tease, eyes still straining to find his features in the dark.

“Jus’ want you to stay,” he says, softly, sounding more vulnerable than you’ve ever heard him. “Please?”

You melt back into him, letting the blankets swallow you both. “Alright, but once noon hits you’ve gotta let me up, okay, bubs?”

Reluctantly, he nods and presses himself into you. You can feel the beginnings of a hard-on pressing into your leg, and you rub your thigh lazily into him, smiling as he groans. His hands are everywhere, tugging on your shirt, gripping your hip, massaging your chest. You moan softly, letting him do as he will with you. 

“‘m still tired love, think you can get off jus’ from some rubbing?” you mutter, almost condescending. 

“Whatever you want, MC, jus’ want you here with me,” he says. You could swear he sounded a little teary, but you didn’t want to point it out. You weren’t in the mood to be mean to him when he was being so honest with you, so you adjust so that your clothed sex is in line with his, groaning as his hips rolled and you got some much-needed friction.

“Could get off on your sounds alone,” Belphegor admitted, smirking at the moan that followed his statement. “Sound so pretty, feel so good.”

If you weren’t still groggy you’d have something snarky to say back, but in your current state, all you could do was press a little harder into him, matching his slow pace. Humping into each other like this, hidden in the attic where you just know Beel will smell the lingering scent of sex in the air later, felt so god damn dirty, but you couldn’t help it. If you didn’t wake up excruciatingly horny, you certainly were now. Rolling yourself into Belphegor a little harder (but, in all honesty, not much faster), you both moan. 

You could feel the tightening in your core and, based on his sounds and the way his breath was picking up, Belphegor wasn’t far behind you. His hand found your hair, pulling you into a sloppy, desperate kiss. You can’t hold back your sounds anymore, moaning into his mouth as you clench around nothing.

“Gonna cum,” you say as you pull back. “Gonna cum, wan’ you to cum with me, come on baby, please, wan’ it so bad, make a mess of yourself-”

He curses loudly as his hips stutter, pulling your orgasm out of you as well. Panting into each other, you snuggle closer, ignoring the stickiness that now coated your underwear.

“Don’t even want to clean up?” he snorted, looking down lovingly at you. 

“We’ve only got…” you peer blearily at the clock. “Shit, it’s already 12:15?!”

You wiggle out from under the blankets and out of his arms, apologizing for the sad noise he makes when you begin towards the exit. 

“Sorry darling, but I’ve got 15 minutes until I have to meet with Asmo, and I really don’t want to meet up with him smelling like sex,” you say, legs a little wobbly. “I’ll make it up to you, promise!!”

“Stay with me tonight?” he says. “‘s all I want.”

“I’d stay with you every night, sweetheart, if you’d let me,” you say before you can stop yourself. You turn away, flustered, embarrassed that your brain wasn’t awake enough to filter your thoughts.

“You’re always welcome,” he says softly, as you begin to slip out. You look up at him, eyes wide, a splitting grin overtaking your features.

“You’re never going to get rid of me,” you say, all smiles. And honestly, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Word Count: 837

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Christmas Wish.

Main Masterlist

Obey Me Masterlist

Simeon x Fem! Reader/MC.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, dry humping, clothed grinding, teasing, orgasm denial, cumming in pants.

Summary: After pining for each other for so long, Simeon's Santa outfit on Christmas sets in motion something to finally happen.

W/C: 1.8k+

A/N: Tried to get this done DURING Christmas, but here it is.

Loud voices fill the dining room of the house of lamentation with pairs of footsteps being heard back and forth, some slow, others as loud as the banter in the room with the steps being heard rushing into the kitchen in attempt to prevent the need for damage control. “Solomon no! I can handle decorating the desserts!” You hear Luke’s voice fade into the kitchen followed by a muffled chuckle and small protests of how Solomon doesn’t mind ‘helping’.

“I’m hungry…” Beel whines as Belphie yawns. “Don’t worry Beel, Simeon’s almost here.” You comfort him. All seven brothers and everybody from purgatory hall were already at the house of lamentation, except for Simeon who’d gone to pick up Diavolo and Barbatos for christmas dinner, having insisted on accompanying over. “No one’s touching any food until Diavolo and Barbatos show up.” Lucifer informs to which Beel whines again.

“But what about Luke?” He complains with a frown which causes Lucifer to give him a stern ‘you know what I mean’ look. “Hello.” A familiar voice says that has you and the brothers looking over to see Simeon walking in the dining room with Diavolo and Barbatos beside him. Everyone greets each other as they approach one another for a warmer welcome in a hug or small talk to fill the gap of dinner getting finished but none of it is registered in your head, to entranced in Simeon.

He’d always looked breathtaking in his usual attire- any attire, but tonight was even more so than usual, dressed in a beautiful white suit with baby blue patterns topped with small golden colored designs pairing with the golden ornaments adorning the wool at the end of his sleeves and edges of his snow white hooded cloak matching with a Santa hat of the same design. “Sorry we’re so late.” His gentle voice apologizes before he calls your name in a questioning tone, opening his arms for you with a smile after a small pause.

You finally react and walk over to him and wrap your arms around his torso with his falling to your upper back and holding you close to him, embracing you in his warmth and letting you feel the soft fabric of his clothes. “How do I look?” He asks when he finally pulls away, still somewhat holding you in his arms by keeping his hands on your arms. You open your mouth to answer him only for nothing to come out, still at loss of words at the sight before you, though there’s someone who was never at loss for words.

“Oh Simeon!” Asmodeus practically moans and steps in front of you, breaking Simeon’s hold on you. “Well aren’t you a cute little Santa, darling. Tell me, am I on your naughty list tonight? Do you think you should punish me? Or have I been good this year? Do I deserve some reward?” Asmo tries to seduce him, his arms placing themselves around his neck. “Um…” Simeon looks away without knowing how to answer. “Something tells me Santa has you on a list all by your self.” You resist the urge to cross your arms at him.

“No need to be jealous dear,” He smiles at you. “You can help Santa give me my reward for being such a good boy this year.” His voice trails off to the same seductive tone while he looks back to Simeon. “Maybe not.” Simeon pulls Asmo’s arms off of him while looking away with an almost annoyed expression. “Simeon!” Luke yells and rushes over to hug him despite having been apart for only a few hours.

“You were so late I thought these demons had done away with you.” He exaggerates. “I’m alright Luke.” Simeon smiles as plates lightly clink in the background at the table being set. “What do you say if while Barbatos serves dinner, you tell Santa what you want?” He sits on the closest chair. “To make up for being late.” He adds and pats on his lap. “B- Wh- what? I’m not a child anymore! I know how Santa really works!” He points an accusatory finger at Diavolo and the brothers starting to take their own seats as well.

“Come on, just tell me what you want.” Simeon insists with Luke staying put, and despite him being older than you, seeing a child be so against asking Santa for a christmas present felt saddening, even if it’s a job that’s actually taken upon demons. “Well I want to ask Santa for a christmas present.” You state as you sit on Simeon’s lap, missing the way his eyes widen. “Stop treating me like child!” Luke insists, obvious to how Simeon’s eyes nearly pop from their sockets at how wide they are.

“It’s okay, I didn’t know about Santa until I was your age.” You assure him. “I’m over a millennium years old.” He says in a deadpan expression. “But you’re also sort of 10.” You say. “Hmph” He squints his eyes at you and leaves to take his own seat. “So… what does the pretty girl want from Santa?” Simeon nervously runs a hand through his hair with warm cheeks. “The… what?” You quietly turn around to face him, slightly moving in his lap which has him clearing his throat.

“The… pretty girl said she wanted to ask Santa for a present?” He repeats with a bashful smile. “Well… you see, I might actually need to think about it for a bit.” You subconsciously press yourself further into his lap, and though the action goes unnoticed by you, it doesn’t go unnoticed by Simeon who nearly chokes on thin air, swallowing thickly and reluctantly placing his left hand on your waist while the other one goes for the side of the chair, gripping it tightly.

“Maybe sit on Santa’s lap until you know what you want?” He suggests, struggling to steady his left hand enough to gently pull you closer to him, slightly spreading open his legs enough to slowly lodge you in between them. He’d never felt something like this and never really felt actual interest in these type of acts before, until he met you, and now that he finally has you so close to him, to where an unknown warmth was starting to blossom, he wasn’t going to let you go.

“Dinner is served.” Barbatos’s voice interrupts, both of you lightly jumping in your seats and staring straight ahead wide eyed at being caught red handed, expecting a scolding. But when you look over at him, he’s instead giving you a knowing look with a smirk on his face before leaving to his own seat beside Diavolo. You both stay sat in place quietly with both of you looking around nervously, seeing everyone else immersed in conversations along with small spats starting to form distracting from you and Simeon.

You look back to Barbatos again to see him silently eating his food with his eyes glued to the wall ahead of him and simply tuning out, but despite him minding his own business, it felt odd knowing that he knows what was happening. A small whisper of your name comes from behind you and you take in the noticeable difference with your seat form just a few seconds ago. “Please.” Simeon whispers again, his legs overly tense under you with his left hand gripping at your waist tightly, erection pressing into your ass.

You give a last quick glance around the table and look at him over your shoulder, squeezing the sides of his thighs nervously and finally give in. You move your hands to his knees and spread his legs apart just a bit further, moving to wedge yourself deeper in between them, unaware of the show you give him of swaying your hips side to side against his groin followed by you arching your back and leaning forward just slightly, enough to press your clothed cunt onto his hardness.

You open your legs as well to better welcome him against you and proceed to slowly grind back and forth on him, gently moving along the tent of his pants but pressing deep into his hardness. With his hands pulling your back and forth into him, you feel a wetness starting to seep from within you and soak your underwear, wondering if he would be able to feel you through the material of his pants keeping him away from you as your own do the same.

You give a small glance over your shoulder and see him struggling to keep his eyes from fluttering shut with his jaw visibly clenched tight, trying to not draw any attention with his length growing harder by the second starting to feel painful. His grip on your waist gradually tightens while he grinds you harder onto him, starting to hump back into you with his hips lifting in tune with your own, making sure to keep the movements slow so that no one notices.

By the time his hold on you starts to get painful, you manage to hear a small muffled noise from him with a small twitch from his length warning you of his impending orgasm with his teeth clenched tightly. Your own hands grasp harder on his thighs as well, biting back a plead that desperately wanted to escape you, wanting to bend over further over the table to grind your clit onto him rather than your clothed entrance drenched in your wetness, begging to reach it’s own release and clenching on nothing.

Having enough of what felt like teasing, you switch from your back and forth motions and move your hips side to side against him, hoping to finish him off to stop what almost feels like torture for your empty cunt. “Ngh.” A noise finally escapes him with his hips raising from the chair and holding you as tight against him as possible, stilling against you with his nails digging into your sides with his cock twitching beneath you, emptying his balls with you pressed onto him.

His hold on your waist slowly loosens until it goes limp, his hips settling back down slowly as well, cock softening with a quiet sigh leaving past his lips and eyes finally falling shut. You swallow a small whimper when you feel his release start to soak through your pants and bite your lip in frustration and despite having wanted something to happen between you after so long, you find yourself wishing for it to have happened in a better location.

Maybe next time you’ll be able to feel him inside you, or at least be able to play with your clit, maybe he’ll be the one to play with yours instead and you’ll actually be able to cum with him, but for now, you’re forced to take what you can get and enjoy simply having his cum soak through his pants and onto yours, leaving a dark patch on both your clothes and hoping to feel his warm cum reach your drenched pussy.

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Belphegor x Male! Reader/MC.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, somnophilia, dub-con, anal sex.

Summary: Belphie is having a hard time sleeping and makes his way to your room to receive a different type of help than expected.

W/C: 1.3k+

“Y/N, are you here?” Belphie quietly asks while walking through your doorway, hand resting on the knob. He had just recently sent you a text stating that he couldn’t sleep and asking if he could sleep with you, but after getting no response, he decided to go over and check on you. “Oh, what’s this?” He innocently asks, closing the door behind him and approaching your sleeping form on the bed, eyeing the naked leg peeking out from under the covers.

His hand reaches forward to slowly push back the sheets, uncovering you and leaving your arms to hug the blanket. He takes in how his previously thought lost sweater rests on top of your body with nothing but your underwear covering your privates, thinking to himself just how… pliable you look. His fingers reach forward to gently trace lines along your thigh with the back of them, just barely caressing the skin and seeing how you shiver in return, goosebumps rising in your skin.

His cow print pillow is set aside on the corner of your bed before he carefully climbs on top, straddling your legs while trying to not wake you. While keeping himself up with a hand pressed on the mattress, his other one lays flat on the top of your thigh, running up and down the skin with the tips of his fingers slipping in your underwear. He continues his movements to test how deep asleep you are, successfully eliciting no reaction for you.

A hand fully slips into your underwear and grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing it in his hand and pulling it apart from the other cheek, no doubt having your puckered hole instinctively clenching. He grabs the waist of your underwear and slowly pulls it down, your underwear soon thrown to the floor, long forgotten while you unconsciously turn to lay on your stomach more, your sleeping body being familiar with what’s happening.

Belphie runs his thumb over your balls teasingly before slipping it between your cheeks and then spreading them apart. “Hmm, what a cute little hole…” He sleepily smiles, eyeing the puckered entrance and prodding with the tip of his thumb, just barely slipping in, feeling your insides trying to suck him in while more slick escapes your tip. The rest of his hand moves to fondle your balls with his thumb sliding over your hole a few times, resting on it after a while to continue to prod.

The pad continues to press on the entrance, slowly adding more pressure each time, pushing down harder to which your body responds by having your hardening length twitching. A small moan leaves through your parted lips while your insides clench on nothing, starting to crave the feeling of being stretched, your twitching member spreading your liquids along your lower stomach.

Belphie’s free hand reaches forward and takes your erection in his hand, teasing the tip with his thumb and feeling the wetness that’s collected on the slit, spreading it to the rest of your length in slow jerks with his soaked hand making him aware of the sudden tightness on his lower region, his pants feeling more constricting than previously. He nudges at your entrance a little more and finally slips in with ease, the feeling of you swallowing him making him all the more painfully hard.

While his thumb slowly thrusts in and out of you, teasing you, he sits back on his calves, leaving your dick aching for his contact while he attends to his pants instead, unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper down, pushing them just below his ass along with his underwear. He reaches inside the soft material and pulls out his hard member, giving himself a few lazy strokes with a soft pleased smile at the sight of his finger disappearing inside you as precum drips from his tip.

He finishes with a harsh curl towards your soft spot, receiving a groan from you, almost waking up. Your leg is hiked over your blanket while you leisurely slip back to the depths of your slumber, exposed to your lover who slips the tip of the head of his member through your soft insides with a small moan. Your mouth falls open with a quiet gasp while his erection fully pushes inside you, carefully yet effortlessly reaching your deepest spots, making a small pause before shoving the last inch in.

A small grunt escapes your mouth at the ruthless action, your hands weakly gripping at the bedcover and brows lightly knitting together while Belphie lets out a light chuckle at your reaction, grinding his length against you in attempt to press deeper the already harshly compressed head. He moves to place his right leg between your own, resting his heavy balls on the top of the inside of your left thigh, having them brushing against your swollen balls.

He starts drawing back his hips, gently doing so a few times to stretch you out before moving at a faster pace. His left hand grabs at your ass, pulling the cheek aside for better access, his other hand landing a slap on your right thigh and grabbing a fistful of it while starting to clap his hips against yours. With his balls dragging along your thigh, he pants while plunging into you at a quick pace, desperate to empty his tight balls into you.

With his thrusts becoming harder, you start to rouse from your sleep, your eyes blinking open with the first thing you notice being the moans you’re letting out in an even rate and the wet trail of drool having streamed down your cheek. Your mind quickly catches up to your body and processes the feeling of your lower half being impaled by something, the pleasure crashing into you and having you moaning loudly, alerting your assailant of your awoken state.

“Oh, hello there.” Belphie casually greets with an innocent smile, purposefully slamming into you to give you a hard time responding, the feeling of his cock seemingly reaching your guts clouding your mind. You grit your teeth with your eyes rolling to the back of your head with a strangled moan while you hold onto your blanket tightly, your ass jutting further out to welcome him in deeper with a loud groan.

“Fuuuuuck.” You helplessly moan at your balls tightening at an unbearable rate, your lover feeling near his release as well. “Ah- Ah- I- I- !” You moan in tune with his movements before clamping down almost painfully tight on him, a muted scream attempting to leave your mouth as you erupt on your blanket, your cum gushing out and soaking your sheets and lower stomach.

“Ah!” He moans, stilling himself deep inside you and flooding your insides with a grunt while clenching his teeth, his eyes squeezing shut. You remain still with your mouth agape and eyes wide, taking in how his cum fills you, his dick twitching inside you and balls clenching and unclenching against you. An audible sigh leaves him once he’s come down his high, letting you know he’s finished while you focus on catching your breath, your eyes falling shut once again.

After regaining his composure, he lazily opens his eyes and smiles at the sight of your spent body, feeling warmth filling his chest. He slips his soft member out of you with his release escaping your insides and pooling on your thigh, bending over your body and pulling your face towards him with his hand to sloppily kiss you. “Good morning.” He smiles almost cheekily.

“Mn.” You hum in response without opening your eyes, too tired all over again. You hear him let out a soft chuckle before he settles behind you, falling asleep as well almost instantaneously and leaving you both soiled.

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Belphegor x Fem! Reader/MC.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, somnophilia, dub-con, vaginal sex, squirting.

Summary: Belphie is having a hard time sleeping and makes his way to your room to receive a different type of help than expected.

W/C: 1.2k+

“Y/N, are you here?” Belphie quietly asks while walking through your doorway, hand resting on the knob. He had just recently sent you a text stating that he couldn’t sleep and asking if he could sleep with you, but after getting no response, he decided to go over and check on you. “Oh, what’s this?” He innocently asks, closing the door behind him and approaching your sleeping form on the bed, eyeing the naked leg peeking out from under the covers.

His hand reaches forward to slowly push back the sheets, uncovering you and leaving your arms to hug the blanket. He takes in how his previously thought lost sweater rests on top of your body with nothing but your underwear covering your privates, thinking to himself just how… pliable you look. His fingers reach forward to gently trace lines along your thigh with the back of them, just barely caressing the skin and seeing how you shiver in return, goosebumps rising in your skin.

His cow print pillow is set aside on the corner of your bed before he carefully climbs on top, straddling your legs while trying to not wake you. While keeping himself up with a hand pressed on the mattress, his other one lays flat on the top of your thigh, running up and down the skin with the tips of his fingers slipping below your underwear. He continues his movements to test how deep asleep you are, successfully eliciting no reaction for you.

A hand fully slips into your underwear and grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing it in his hand and pulling it apart from the other cheek, no doubt having your puckered hole instinctively clenching. He grabs the waist of your underwear and slowly pulls it down, your underwear soon thrown to the floor, long forgotten while you unconsciously turn to lay on your stomach more, your sleeping body being familiar with what’s happening.

Belphie runs a thumb over your lower lips teasingly before spreading them to see the slightly dampening hole. “Hmm, what a cute little hole…” He sleepily smiles, prodding at the entrance with the tip of his thumb just barely slipping in, feeling your insides trying to suck him in while more slick escapes you. The rest of his hand moves to cup your mound with his thumb sliding between your folds a few times, resting on your clit afterwards to rub slow circles on it.

The pad continues to press on the nub, slowly adding more pressure the more circles it draws, pressing down harder to which your body responds by leaking more slick. A small moan leaves through your parted lips while your insides clench on nothing, starting to crave the feeling of being stretched. Belphie returns his finger to your opening, instantly feeling more wetness having collected around and spreading it to your folds.

Your soaked core makes him aware of the sudden tightness on his lower region, his pants feeling more constricting than previously. He traces back to the hole, nudging at the entrance briefly before slipping in with ease, the feeling of you swallowing him making him all the more painfully hard. While his thumb slowly thrusts in and out of you, teasing you, he sits back on his calves, his free hand going to his pants to unbutton them, pulling the zipper down and pushing them just below his ass along with his underwear.

He reaches inside the soft material and pulls out his hard member, giving himself a few lazy strokes with a soft pleased smile at the sight of his finger disappearing inside you as precum drips from his tip. He finishes with a harsh curl towards your g spot, receiving a groan from you, almost waking up. Your leg is hiked over your blanket while you leisurely slip back to the depths of your slumber, exposed to your lover who slips the tip of the head of his member through your soft insides with a small moan.

Your mouth falls open with a quiet gasp while his erection fully pushes inside you, the tip effortlessly reaching your cervix, making a small pause before shoving the last inch in. A small grunt escapes your mouth at the ruthless action, your hands weakly gripping at the bedcover and brows lightly knitting together while Belphie lets out a light chuckle at your reaction, grinding his length against you in attempt to press deeper the already harshly compressed head.

He moves to place his right leg between your own, resting his heavy balls on the top of the inside of your left thigh, having them brushing against your puffy folds. He starts drawing back his hips, gently doing so a few times to coat his length in your liquids before moving at a faster pace. His left hand grabs at your ass, pulling the cheek aside for better access, his other hand landing a slap on your right thigh and grabbing a fistful of it while starting to clap his hips against yours.

With his balls dragging along your thigh, he pants while plunging into you at a quick pace, desperate to empty his tight balls into you. With his thrusts becoming harder, you start to rouse from your sleep, your eyes blinking open with the first thing you notice being the moans you’re letting out in an even rate and the wet trail of drool having streamed down your cheek.

Your mind quickly catches up to your body and processes the feeling of your lower half being impaled by something, the pleasure crashing into you and having you moaning loudly, alerting your assailant of your awoken state. “Oh, hello there.” Belphie casually greets with an innocent smile, purposefully slamming into you to give you a hard time responding, the feeling of his cock seemingly reaching your guts clouding your mind.

You grit your teeth with your eyes rolling to the back of your head with a strangled moan while you hold onto your blanket tightly, your ass jutting further out to welcome him in deeper with a loud groan. “Fuuuuuck.” You helplessly moan at the coil in your stomach tightening at an unbearable rate, your lover feeling near his release as well.

“Ah- Ah- I- I- !” You moan in tune with his movements before clamping down almost painfully tight on him, a muted scream attempting to leave your mouth as you erupt on him, your cum gushing on him and soaking his pelvic muscle. “Ah!” He moans, stilling himself deep inside you and flooding your insides with a grunt while clenching his teeth, his eyes squeezing shut.

You remain still with your mouth agape and eyes wide, taking in how his cum fills you, his dick twitching inside you and balls clenching and unclenching against you. An audible sigh leaves him once he’s come down his high, letting you know he’s finished while you focus on catching your breath, your eyes falling shut once again. After regaining his composure, he lazily opens his eyes and smiles at the sight of your spent body, feeling warmth filling his chest.

He slips his soft member out of you with his release escaping your insides and pooling on your thigh, bending over your body and pulling your face towards him with his hand to sloppily kiss you. “Good morning.” He smiles almost cheekily. “Mn.” You hum in response without opening your eyes, too tired all over again. You hear him let out a soft chuckle before he settles behind you, falling asleep as well almost instantaneously and leaving you both soiled.

Shared Pain 2.

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Lucifer x Fem! Reader/MC x Mammon.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, whipping, physical abuse (depending on the view of the reader), crying, oral sex, light humiliation, voyeurism, cumming untouched; male.

Summary: Following the events of stumbling into Lucifer's scene with his brother, you take it upon yourself to receive the rest of the younger brother's punishment, receiving a reward in return.

W/C: 1.3k+

“Would you like to share his pain?”

“What?” Your chest clenches. “Would you like to share his pain?” Lucifer repeats himself, noticing out of the corner of his eye how Mammon’s body stiffens at the suggestion. “It’s quite simple, really. You’ll simply be taking his place.” Lucifer explains, causing you to swallow thickly. “… Okay.” You quietly agree, unaware of how Mammon’s eyes widen. Lucifer lets you take your time slowly moving to the bed, gently laying yourself on your stomach next to Mammon with your arms crossed in front of your face.

“Stay.” Lucifer shoves back down Mammon after he tries to stand. “What the hell? Didn’t ya say-” “I didn’t say you could stand.” Lucifer sternly states, glaring down at him until he relaxes his body on the bed again, still facing away from you. You look ahead of yourself and quickly feel a pair of hands slowly trace their way up your legs from your thighs to your ass, giving a small squeeze before settling at the waist of your pants briefly, yanking them down harshly in one swift movement, earning himself a small gasp.

“I hope you don’t expect me to hold back…” You feel his hands reaching your underwear, slowly dragging it down to rest under the cheeks, managing to get a peek at your lower lips. You feel a light graze along your ass, almost in a teasing manner, taunting you before finally landing its first strike with a loud slap, your mouth instinctively opening to let out a muted scream, your breath having gotten caught in your throat.

You’re barely able to let out a shaky breath before another crack of the whip fills your ears, this time forcing an audible scream out of you. The frequency of the whips quickly picks up, having you burying your face in the sheets in attempt to muffle your screams. In no time, you feel tears leaking from the corners of your eyes, streaming down to soak the covers your hands grip onto tightly while your limbs quiver in pain.

The whip continues to land piercing stings on your already bruising skin for a few minutes, thin lines of its strikes having formed. Loud cries start mixing with your screams of agony until you have trouble breathing, the noise of your struggles to breathe letting Lucifer know it’s time to end your punishment. Once the whips cease, you feel your limbs relax, taking in choppy audible breaths for a moment before feeling something lightly grazing your cheeks again, having your stomach clenching.

The fear quickly dissipates when you receive the feel of a hand rather than the leather whip, giving soft caresses in attempt to soothe the pain, failing to do so and instead leaving burning traces along the tender skin. “You did so well.” You hear Lucifer whisper in your ear, making you aware of the warmth of his body leaning over yours and getting you to turn to look to the side to him, your gaze getting caught elsewhere instead.

Looking at Mammon staring at you with a somewhat embarrassed and sad expression, you wonder for how long he had been staring, missing the way his hips lightly grind into the bed. “I think you’re due for a reward.” Lucifer’s voice breaks your attention towards Mammon. Lucifer’s gloved hand moves your head forward and presses it down softly, as if to tell you to not move it from its place while he sets aside the whip.

As you finally feel yourself catching on to your breath, hearing shuffling in the background, you feel your pants along with your underwear being slowly dragged down, having you instinctively clench your thighs to prevent them from being dragged further down. “Now now, there’s no need to be difficult.” Lucifer speaks from behind you, fanning out breaths in the process, the warmth landing on your exposed cunt.

Your body stiffens and your eyes widen, giving you no time to take in what’s happening and immediately feeling his wet tongue lick a slow stripe from your clit to your entrance, spreading your folds along the way. His tongue prods at your hole, teasing your opening without pushing in, his ears picking up on the shaky breath that leaves past your lips while noticing from the corner of his eyes the light tremble of your arms.

His arms wrap over your lower back to keep you pinned down as he returns to your clit, sucking softly to which your mouth falls open to moan in response while your eyes flutter. Lucifer looks over to his brother, seeing the lower half of his face concealed against his forearms crossed in front of him while he stares at you, involuntarily humping slowly into the bed his already painfully hard member.

Your body moves on its own to push itself closer onto Lucifer’s face who gives harsher sucks at your clit, making you groan as you bury your face into the bed while attempting to grind onto his face. Your thighs squeeze together as you whimper, feeling his teeth biting the nub before moving higher up, settling at your clenching hole once again after licking and sucking your folds momentarily.

His tongue traces circles around your opening, teasing you again as he smiles sadistically at the thought of his next action. You gasp at the feeling of him spitting on your hole with your cheeks burning from embarrassment while he smirks, content with the reaction he elicited from you. He finally shoves his tongue inside of you, taking you by surprise with a breathy whine escaping you, sticking your ass out for him more with your legs spreading apart.

His tongue struggles to swirl around your insides and thrust in and out of you, bringing it back in his mouth after every few strokes to take in your taste while the tightening in the pit of your stomach grows harder to ignore. While Mammon watches the scene unfold before him, he becomes aware of the wet spot his precum has formed on the sheets, the soaked area starting to wet his lower stomach while his erection throbs, desperate to be touched.

One of Lucifer’s hands manages to reach your hair, yanking your head back to pull it off the bed and hear your moans getting louder, your wetness slowly drenching his chin as you moan uncontrollably, babbling noises of pleasure without being coherent enough to be able to warn him of your release quickly approaching. “I- I- I-” You moan with your eyes rolling back, a loud groan coming from deep within your throat as your orgasm gushes from your hole.

His hand releases your hair, letting your entire body slump deeper into the bed with your face falling back onto the covers while he licks you clean. As he finishes, he detaches himself from you, wiping his face with his gloved hand and staining it, standing from his spot and moving to lay on top of you, hearing a muffled ‘oof’ coming from you. He pulls your head back up with his hand under your jaw and licks up a trail of drool you hadn’t noticed on the right side of it.

His other hand with his dirtied glove goes to grip at the whole underside of your jaw to tilt your head uncomfortable far back to capture your lips in his in a wet open-mouthed kiss, shoving his tongue inside your mouth to let you taste your remains on him as he grips your neck possessively. A small whimper interrupts your sloppy kiss, having you both pausing your actions and breaking apart to look to your right and see Mammon facing straight ahead with his hands clasped over his mouth and eyes clenched shut.

His hands muffle a moan of relief and his body relaxes, his eyes remaining closed while Lucifer’s body leaves yours, stepping to his brother. His hands grab Mammon’s hips and roll him over to the right, eyeing the large wet spot formed on the bed, a small white puddle in the middle of the darkened sheets. You both stare at him in silence, taking in his tired frame, seemingly about to fall asleep with his spent softening length resting over the drenched white hair on his glistening lower stomach as he dozes off.

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Lucifer x Male! Reader/MC x Mammon.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, whipping, physical abuse (depending on the view of the reader), crying, oral sex; ass-eating, rimming/rim jobs, light humiliation, voyeurism, cumming untouched.

Summary: Following the events of stumbling into Lucifer's scene with his brother, you take it upon yourself to receive the rest of the younger brother's punishment, receiving a reward in return.

W/C: 1.4k+

“Would you like to share his pain?”

“What?” Your chest clenches. “Would you like to share his pain?” Lucifer repeats himself, noticing out of the corner of his eye how Mammon’s body stiffens at the suggestion. “It’s quite simple, really. You’ll simply be taking his place.” Lucifer explains, causing you to swallow thickly. “… Okay.” You quietly agree, unaware of how Mammon’s eyes widen. Lucifer lets you take your time slowly moving to the bed, gently laying yourself on your stomach next to Mammon with your arms crossed in front of your face.

“Stay.” Lucifer shoves back down Mammon after he tries to stand. “What the hell? Didn’t ya say-” “I didn’t say you could stand.” Lucifer sternly states, glaring down at him until he relaxes his body on the bed again, still facing away from you. You look ahead of yourself and quickly feel a pair of hands slowly trace their way up your legs from your thighs to your ass, giving a small squeeze before settling at the waist of your pants briefly, yanking them down harshly in one swift movement, earning himself a small gasp.

“I hope you don’t expect me to hold back…” You feel his hands reaching your underwear, slowly dragging it down to rest under the cheeks, managing to get a peek at your balls. You feel a light graze along your ass, almost in a teasing manner, taunting you before finally landing its first strike with a loud slap, your mouth instinctively opening to let out a muted scream, your breath having gotten caught in your throat.

You’re barely able to let out a shaky breath before another crack of the whip fills your ears, this time forcing an audible scream out of you. The frequency of the whips quickly picks up, having you burying your face in the sheets in attempt to muffle your screams. In no time, you feel tears leaking from the corners of your eyes, streaming down to soak the covers your hands grip onto tightly while your limbs quiver in pain.

The whip continues to land piercing stings on your already bruising skin for a few minutes, thin lines of its strikes having formed. Loud cries start mixing with your screams of agony until you have trouble breathing, the noise of your struggles to breathe letting Lucifer know it’s time to end your punishment. Once the whips cease, you feel your limbs relax, taking in choppy audible breaths for a moment before feeling something lightly grazing your cheeks again, having your stomach clenching.

The fear quickly dissipates when you receive the feel of a hand rather than the leather whip, giving soft caresses in attempt to soothe the pain, failing to do so and instead leaving burning traces along the tender skin. “You did so well.” You hear Lucifer whisper in your ear, making you aware of the warmth of his body leaning over yours and getting you to turn to look to the side to him, your gaze getting caught elsewhere instead.

Looking at Mammon staring at you with a somewhat embarrassed and sad expression, you wonder for how long he had been staring, missing the way his hips lightly grind into the bed. “I think you’re due for a reward.” Lucifer’s voice breaks your attention towards Mammon. Lucifer’s gloved hand moves your head forward and presses it down softly, as if to tell you to not move it from its place while he sets aside the whip.

As you finally feel yourself catching on to your breath, hearing shuffling in the background, you feel your pants along with your underwear being slowly dragged down, having you instinctively clench your thighs to prevent them from being dragged further down. “Now now, there’s no need to be difficult.” Lucifer speaks from behind you, fanning out breaths in the process, the warmth landing on your burning ass cheeks

Your body stiffens and your eyes widen, giving you no time to take in what’s happening and immediately feeling his wet tongue lick a slow stripe from your balls to your puckered hole after spreading the mounds. His tongue prods at your hole, teasing your opening without pushing in, his ears picking up on the shaky breath that leaves past your lips while noticing from the corner of his eyes the light tremble of your arms.

His arms wrap over your lower back to keep you pinned down as he returns to your balls, sucking softly at the skin to which your mouth falls open to moan in response while your eyes flutter. Lucifer looks over to his brother, seeing the lower half of his face concealed against his forearms crossed in front of him while he stares at you, involuntarily humping slowly into the bed his already painfully hard member.

Your body moves on its own to push itself closer onto Lucifer’s face who sucks one of your balls into his mouth, making you groan as you bury your face into the bed while attempting to grind onto his face, feeling your length hardening against the bed with precum slowly starting to leak from the tip. Your thighs squeeze together as you whimper, feeling his teeth biting down before moving higher up, grabbing handfuls of your ass to spread the cheeks open and settle at your clenching hole once again.

His tongue traces circles around your puckered hole, teasing you again as he smiles sadistically at the thought of his next action. You gasp at the feeling of him spitting on your hole with your cheeks burning from embarrassment while he smirks, content with the reaction he elicited from you. He presses his tongue against your hole, applying pressure to slip past the tight ring, finally shoving his tongue inside of you, taking you by surprise with a breathy whine escaping you.

You stick your ass out for him more with your legs spreading apart, uncovering your now fully hardened member dribbling more precum on the bed. His tongue struggles to swirl around your tight insides and thrust in and out of you, bringing it back in his mouth after every few strokes to take in the taste of your inner walls while the tightening in the pit of your stomach grows harder to ignore.

While Mammon watches the scene unfold before him, he becomes aware of the wet spot his precum has formed on the sheets, the soaked area starting to wet his lower stomach while his erection throbs, desperate to be touched. One of Lucifer’s hands manages to reach your hair, yanking your head back to pull it off the bed and hear your uncontrollable moans getting louder, babbling noises of pleasure without being coherent enough to be able to warn him of your release quickly approaching.

“I- I- I-” You moan with your eyes rolling back, a loud groan coming from deep within your throat as you cum with a twitch of your member, shooting your release on the bedsheets, emptying your balls. His hand releases your hair, letting your entire body slump deeper into the bed with your face falling back onto the covers while he continues to lick at your hole, bringing you down your high and leaving your softening length soiled.

As he finishes, he detaches himself from you, wiping his face with his gloved hand and staining it, standing from his spot and moving to lay on top of you, hearing a muffled ‘oof’ coming from you. He pulls your head back up with his hand under your jaw and licks up a trail of drool you hadn’t noticed on the right side of it. His other hand with his dirtied glove goes to grip at the whole underside of your jaw to tilt your head uncomfortable far back to capture your lips in his in a wet open-mouthed kiss.

He shoves his tongue inside your mouth to let you taste your remains on him and grips your neck possessively. A small whimper interrupts your sloppy kiss, having you both pausing your actions and breaking apart to look to your right and see Mammon facing straight ahead with his hands clasped over his mouth and eyes clenched shut. His hands muffle a moan of relief and his body relaxes, his eyes remaining closed while Lucifer’s body leaves yours, stepping to his brother.

His hands grab Mammon’s hips and roll him over to the right, eyeing the large wet spot formed on the bed, a small white puddle in the middle of the darkened sheets. You both stare at him in silence, taking in his tired frame, seemingly about to fall asleep with his spent softening length resting over the drenched white hair on his glistening lower stomach as he dozes off.

Obey Me Masterlist.

Main Masterlist

Lucifer

Imagines

Yandere

None Yet.

Non-Yandere

SFW

Shared Pain

NSFW

Shared Pain 2: Fem! Reader - Male! Reader

Headcanons

None Yet.

Mammon

Imagines

Yandere

SFW

Mistakes

NSFW

None Yet.

Non-Yandere

SFW

Shared Pain

NSFW

Payment

Shared Pain 2: Fem! Reader - Male! Reader

Headcanons

None Yet.

Belphegor

Imagines

Yandere

None Yet.

Non-Yandere

SFW

None Yet.

NSFW

Midnight Relief: Fem! Reader - Male! Reader

Headcanons

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Simeon

Imagines

Yandere

None Yet.

Non-Yandere

SFW

None Yet.

NSFW

Christmas Wish

Headcanons

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Payment.

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Obey Me Masterlist

Mammon x GN! Reader/MC.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, non-con, somnophilia, oral sex; male receiving, unprotected sex.

Summary: Nothing, no spoilers.

W/C: 300+

Mammon slowly stirs awake, the sleepiness weighing down his eyelids and maintaining his eyes closed, leaving him to rely on his other senses. He quickly takes notice of the warmth wrapped around his hardening member, realizing that he’s being sucked off. His eyes manage to peek open enough for him to see a figure under his bed sheets, the head bobbing up and down making a cheeky smile find its way to his face.

Instead of saying a cocky remark as he usually does, he decides to simply lay further into his bed and enjoy the feeling. He quickly starts moaning carelessly as his hands lazily sneak under the covers, taking a hold of the head to guide the movements at a faster, steadier pace. He feels the nose come into contact with his lower stomach, forcing out a moan of your name with his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

The door to his room clicks open with the noise falling on deaf ears, only being roused by the scream at the doorway. He quickly sits up halfway to see the look of horror on your face while he stares at you in shock, too stunned to react before you quickly run away with a muffled sob. He wastes no time in shoving the sheets off of him, wondering if you were just standing in his doorway, who’s the person who had been blowing him?

Mammon shouts in surprise at the sight, falling out of the bed. “The hell are you doin’?!” He shouts at the familiar face while dread fills him, the same look of horror you had now in his face as well. The witch only smiles in return while looking down at his wide eyes that stare back, remembering how they met just a few days prior, though a few days was enough for him to fall in debt again, and when it became apparent enough that he wouldn’t pay up, the witch decided ruining his relationship would be payment enough.

Twin Sandwhich

Thinking About…

… Thinking about how easily Beelzebub and Belphegor seem to make you fall apart both alone and together. Their teamwork was immaculate, letting you ride Belphegor while Beelzebub stretched out your ass. The pain of Beel’s massive cock penetrating your ass melts into the pleasure as his brother bottoms out inside you from below was nothing like you’d ever experienced before but boy was it amazing. They balanced each other out so well it was hard to tell who was where but that didn’t matter when the three of you collapsed into the bed exhausted.

Appetite

Thinking About…

…Thinking about how Beelzebub has an appetite for more than food, often spending his nights with his face between your thighs using his strength to hold you down with a grip that you knew would leave bruises and honestly? Who cares about bruises when he went down on you like you were his last meal on death row. And he won’t stop for hours, not until you’re crying out from overstimulation and your cum is covering his face.Afterall he couldn’t leave his favorite human left unsatisfied.  

Asmo Smut Drabble

Thinking About…

…Thinking about the way Asmo just loves to worship and be worshiped, especially in the bedroom. But when he finds you staring at yourself in the mirror with something akin to disappointment he couldn’t help but fuck you in front of that very same mirror and every mirror he could find in his room forcing you to watch as he made a mess of you. Even as your mind went numb from the avatar of lust playing you like a well tuned instrument until you made a mess of his sheets he wouldn’t stop until you were overstimulated and still crying out for more.

Beg

Thinking About…

...Thinking about how needy Mammon can be when he’s not getting his way. This was his idea after all, from the hotel room to the cash covering the bed, so why is it that he’s the one begging? Flushed and panting as you bring him to the edge only to pull away. He was too far gone to think of anything but the way you wrapped around him so perfectly. But his begging had gone to your head only making you cruel in the way you continuously denied him his release, not that he could truly complain as you praised him for holding back like you had told him too. He was a good boy just for you so why wouldn’t you just let him cum? Even the thought of release had him whimpering “Pleasepleaseplease let me cum MC” he begged so sweetly as he could no longer hold back and finally tumbled off the edge of ecstasy with you not far behind.

Bound Lucifer

Thinking About…

Thinking about how pretty Lucifer looks bound in rope, the red of the rope contrasting with his dark hair in a way that could only entice you to tease him further. Not that he could protest with the bit in his mouth as you tease him with one of his own feathers all while denying him the orgasm he so desperately craves as he practically ruts into the air despite being tightly bound. Despite his begging and pleading about how he’ll be a good boy if you just let him cum you continue to deny him his release for nothing but your own amusement.

Beel's Takeout, Pt. 2

Beelzebub/reader, 5.8k words

CW: afab reader (you/your), oral fixation, nsfw

Summary:

Sequel to Beel's Takeout because it felt fun exploring sexualizing the motive of gluttony

Was he really going to do this?

“Come on, Beel, hurry up!” 

He lingered at the end of the hallway, looking at all the doors lined with numbers while you stood at the end, waving him toward your room. Pleasure hotels were all over the Devildom, most catering to Lust but a few were specialized in Sloth or even provided safe spaces for demons of Envy to hunker down and binge on whatever obsessions they may want to hide from others. Asmodeus had been a spokesperson for a few properties, modeling in their advertisements, but he’d never thought he’d be in one now. Lucifer had made it very clear that the unlimited room service was not something intended to satiate Gluttony.

And yet…

“Oo!” You disappeared into the room, the door left open wide. “There’s a jacuzzi tub in the bathroom!”

He held his hand over his stomach, trying to ignore the hunger beginning to stir. 

“We should head back. I think it was Asmo’s turn to cook dinner.” Which meant that while they wouldn’t be as filling, a lot of the dishes would look really nice. He would always say something about eating with the eyes first, which didn’t make much sense. What did it matter what the dishes looked like as long as it tasted good? It was nice to see it make him so happy though, except when he’d smack his hands away and tell him not to touch anything before taking endless amounts of pictures first.

You peered back around the doorframe, cheeks puffing in a sulk. “They have room service and I paid for 3 hours. Just come in here already.”

“3 hours?” he repeated, clutching at his shirt. The ice cream was long forgotten by now. Three hours alone with you… without any of his brothers nearby to interrupt or stop him if he might—

“Yeah, so come on,” you said, walking back out and taking his hand with a mischievous smile. “Come check out the room with me~”

It would be nice to spend some time alone with you.

“Okay…” he said softly, letting you pull him along with your imperceptible little tugs. How such a little human had managed to form pacts with all his brothers, even Belphie and himself, was something he never expected, let alone developing new feelings that made him…

He swallowed thickly and stepped into the room, his calves starting to shake the moment you closed the door. It wasn’t as strong as when he was in your room back home, but the close proximity wafted your scent up to his nose, making him start to salivate. He covered his mouth and looked around the room, the decor varying shades of pinks and reds, plush carpet and a large lush bed set in the middle of the room. A large mirror was hung on the wall across from the bed and he swallowed thickly, looking away from it and trying to figure out where he could sit. But there weren’t any options other than the bed or on the floor. 

Just as he was considering sitting down by the wall to wait out these three hours of torture, you grabbed his arm and looked up at him with concern. “Are you okay? You look like you feel sick.”

Your scent… the warmth of your hand on his arm… the way you looked up at him so innocently as your soul serenaded to him, all but begging him to indulge—

He stopped himself, just barely, holding your cheek and swallowing again. “I’m not sick, I’m just…”

“Hungry?” you whispered back, holding your hand over his with a coy smile.

Famished.

“Yes,” he murmured and you giggled softly. 

“Okay, let’s order you some room service first,” you said, walking away to pick up the phone on the nightstand. “Did you want to look at the menu or should I order for you?”

“Anything,” he said, turning to look away but freezing when he saw your reflection in the mirror. The supple curve of your lower back and subtle sway of your hips as you ordered were sending him in a downward spiral. He didn’t want to think about how meaty your thighs looked or how good it would feel to sink his fangs in, but once again his mouth began to water and he sat down on the bed, holding his head in his hands, ashamed. You were his friend, his precious human friend. What friend would have thoughts like this, even now? Would the pact be enough to keep you safe from him? Or was it Fate that one of these days he might lose control and…

“I should go,” he said, moving to stand up again.

“Beelzebub. Sit.”

The pact compelled him to obey and he sat down heavily on the bed, the frame creaking under his weight. He looked up, but before he could speak you walked around to stand in front of him.

“What’s the matter?” You asked with a slight pout. “Do you not want to be here with me?”

“I do,” he said, his heart sinking the more you pouted. “Please don’t be sad.”

“Then why do you look like you’re trying to find a way out?” 

He hesitated and clutched at his stomach, looking down at his lap. “I… I don’t think it’s safe for me t—”

Sweetness touched his lips, your kiss light and soft only to leave him wanting when you pulled back.

“Don’t you trust me, Beel?” you whispered, lingering close and tempting him with your honeyed soul.

“I do, but…” he trailed off again, guilt mixing with lust and hunger in an awful pit in his stomach. A loud, ravenous gurgle interrupted the space between you and you smirked, moving to stand up and answer the door.

“Let’s get you some food,” you said, opening the door and pulling the cart in. 

The fresh wave of new scents were a welcome distraction and he made a move to get up again.

“Sit, Beelzebub,” you said firmly, picking up one of the platters and walking over to him. “I want you to stay right there.”

“But—“

You smiled coyly and scooped up a bite, holding it up to him. “Let me feed you.”

He swallowed and held his wrist, nodding slowly as he relinquished control to the pact, almost finding relief in its bindings as he felt his limbs go rigid. 

“Okay,” he said quietly, feeling a flutter in his chest when your smile widened.

“Open wide,” you cooed, feeding him the first bite. Then another. The pace you fed him was much slower than if he’d fed himself, but it also forced him to savor each bite. This dish was some savory gravy over rice, still hot and fresh from the stovetop. He couldn’t help moaning softly, licking the bottom of the spoon and wishing for more with every spoonful.

You giggled gently and he opened his eyes, embarrassed. 

“Was it good?” you asked, setting the plate down and picking up another.

“Yes,” he said, curious to see what else you’d ordered. “Are you going to eat too?”

“Mm… in a minute,” you hummed, holding the plate out for him. “Would you prefer to feed yourself this time?”

“Sure,” he said, taking the plate eagerly. Roasted boar with mashed potatoes and vegetables. Yum. He picked up the fork and speared some meat, about to take a bite when your hands graced his thighs once more.

“Hey, Beel~,” you purred, gazing up into his eyes. “Do you mind if I… try a little something?”

“What do you want t—” 

You rubbed up his thighs, thumbs dipping low and stroking him slowly.

“D… don’t touch me there,” he whispered.

“Do you not like it?” you asked softly, resting your palms on his lap.

“No… I do, but—”

Again you rubbed across his legs, teasing around but never quite touching, smiling when he stilted his breath.

“But what, Beel?”

“I don’t want… to hurt you…”

“You won’t hurt me, Beel,” you said, the lightest caress ghosting over his cock, feeling along his length.

He shivered and shook his head, trying to distract himself with food, but it wasn’t enough. 

“I could. I could lose control and you’re so small, I—”

“Beel, don’t eat the plate too,” you said with a laugh, standing up straighter. “Damn, where’d the fork go?”

“Huh?” he looked down at the plate, a piece missing on one side and no fork in sight. “Oh… I must’ve eaten it…” he muttered and you giggled again.

“Here, let me get you a new one,” you said, taking the plate and turning around to grab a bowl of fruit. “Don’t eat the bowl this time, okay?”

He hesitated, wanting to take it but it felt like you were ignoring the bigger issue. Again he tried to stand, but the pact held him in place. 

“I can’t,” he said, “First it’ll be the fork, then the plate, then y—”

You stopped him with a finger on his lips, eyes lidded slightly.

“Beel~ don’t you trust me?” you asked again.

He nodded, but trusting you wasn’t the problem. Trusting himself was.

“Then relax,” you said, stepping closer and leaning in, dropping your voice. “I trust you to stay right here,” you whispered, the pact resonating again to strengthen around his limbs. “You’ll be good for me and stay, won’t you?”

He swallowed and shivered when you touched his abdomen, rubbing his belly as it rumbled. 

“But—”

You silenced him with a kiss, nipping his lip in playful warning before slipping your tongue inside. He moaned the moment your lust hit his tongue, so sweet and sinful, like spiced sweets from the human world’s autumn. How many times had he wanted to indulge in you? Fantasizing about how you must taste, every part of you. Your fears, your whimsy.

But your lust truly was something else…

You unzipped his pants and he sighed at the relief in pressure only to tense again when you reached for him, grabbing your wrists.

“Beel…” you pouted again. 

“I… I’m not sure if I can…”

You smiled and kissed him again. “Stay, Beel~ let me satiate my curiosity~”

He groaned under his breath, something about you making him lose sense. You felt around him, gently stroking through his underwear before pulling him out and gasping under your breath.

“You’re so big…”

“Sorry,” he mumbled sheepishly, leaning back and lifting his head, trying to focus on the lingering scents of food in the air and not the one he craved most in this moment.

You giggled. “That’s not something you say sorry for, Beel.”

“Oh… sorry,” he mumbled again and you laughed.

“Demons really don’t know how to apologize, do they?”

“I…” he trailed off, making the mistake of looking down at you kneeling between his legs, holding cock in hand and looking up at him with a mischievous expression.

No, it wasn’t mischievous.

It was hungry.

Before he could ask, you closed your eyes and pressed a soft kiss to his cock, delicately working your way up to the head. He groaned under his breath, every little touch tickling as he twitched in your hand. Your smile was soft and you glanced up at him, letting your tongue peek out to lick the pre-cum away, making his hips jolt in response only for a flash of red magic to glow under his skin, holding him in place.

“Stay, Beel,” you purred, smearing the pre-cum on your lips as you nuzzled him so lovingly. “If you move too quick you might choke me.”

“S… Sorry…” he mumbled, watching you smile and kiss the head again before taking it into your mouth. Instantly a rush of pleasure pulsed down his length, stirring lower in his belly in a hunger he’d never felt before until he’d met you. But this hunger… wasn’t quite like the one that kept him up at night with nightmares playing in his mind until Belphie coaxed him back to sleep. No… but it was still one that frightened him.

Until you moaned around him and took him further down, gazing up at him with glassy eyes. 

Again, that rush stirred in his belly but he forced himself to hold still, watching as you bobbed, cheeks puffing out to try and take as much of him in as you could while stroking him with both hands what you couldn’t. It’d be a lie to say he’d never fantasized this with you, but to be this close to a human? This intimate and vulnerable, so close to losing himself to the instinct of wanting more of you…

You popped off with a gasp, nuzzling his cock and suckling its girth with shameless abandon. “Beel~ relax or I won’t be able to make you cum.”

He shivered and looked at the mirror, frightening himself with the hints of red flashing in his eyes. “I… I don’t think I can,” he whispered and you whined.

“What? Aw, but you got so hard for me…” you sat back on your heels and looked up at him. “Do you not want me?”

“I… I do, but…” he couldn’t meet your eyes, “I’m… afraid of what could happen if I lost control…”

You said nothing, leaving him in silence as even your touch left him. Yes, he’d known your attraction to him had been growing for a while now and he’d tried to play it off to keep you safe, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want you to want him back. But he was a demon, not just any demon but the Avatar of Gluttony. Lucifer didn’t even allow him to go to the human realm without another demon present anymore, so what chance did he have in keeping you safe from himself, pact or no pact? It was selfish. It was cruel. There was no way a demon like him could be involved with a human like you.

You chuckled under your breath, catching him by surprise.

“Beel…” You took hold him again, reaching down to cup his balls in your hand and gazing up at him with hunger. “I don’t think you realize just how badly I want to see you lose it.”

“You… what?”

“Hold still, Beel,” you ordered, taking him in your mouth before he could protest. This time your affections were more focused, his cock sliding down your throat before your gag reflex kicked in and squeezed around him, drool dribbling out and down your fingers but your efforts didn’t cease. No, it was almost as if it encouraged you to take in more with every bob, eyes flicking up to his every now and then to make sure he was watching. Watching you drool. Watching you slurp.

Watching you devour his cock. 

He moaned, watching your excitement play on your face as you bobbed faster, feeling pressure beginning to build. This… he was… He leaned back on a hand, covering his mouth with the back of the other while trying to keep a level head. 

Just stay calm.

Don’t lose control.

You moaned around him happily, eagerly swallowing whatever pre-cum wept from the tip before it could even bead, his cock soaked with you. He bit one of his fingers and tipped his head back, closing his eyes and breathing deep through his nose.

Don’t lose control.

You hummed, soft vibrations tickling as you rolled your tongue along the bottom side of his shaft, coaxing the pressure to build even further.

Don’t lose control.

Stay calm.

“Please…” he whispered, gripping the bedspread and panting under his breath. “I can’t…”

His pleas were answered without mercy, only faster and wetter. He gasped and reached back to hold the bed with both hands, head light and breath hot against his own chest. 

“I… I’m going t…”

Tension coiled in his lower abdomen and you lovingly fondled his balls, unrelenting in your mission to see him come undone. Desperation cried out with lust, his moan a deep sound rolling from his belly, cum hot and thick as it rushed forth to fill your mouth.

Your soft, small, sinful little mouth…

You gagged and popped off him with a gasp, cum dribbling down your chin as more spurted forth, eagerly stroking him until its flow slowed, eyes alight with wonder. 

“Fuck,  you cum a lot,” you said with a lewd grin, shamelessly wiping your chin clean and licking the back of your hand. 

“Sorry…” he mumbled, afraid to even dare to move, order or no order, his grip stiff on the bed and thoughts muddled.

You chuckled and stood up, wiping your hand on the blanket with a wink. “Don’t be~ I said I wanted a taste, and you know what?”

He shook his head numbly, unable to meet your gaze. It was just as he feared. Once wasn’t enough. He needed more. 

You leaned over, resting on his thighs and gazing up at him. 

“You taste delicious~”

Heat rushed to his face and he looked into your eyes. “I… we should go home,” he murmured, “Before I… before we…”

You pouted again and sidled closer, just a breath away from a kiss. “Aw… but don’t you want a taste too, Beel?”

His lips parted, breathing in just enough to taste a hint of the excitement in your heart. Asking him if he wanted a taste was almost cruel… of course he did. It was what might come after that terrified him.

“I’ll let you,” you whispered, smiling subtly. “Just don’t bite too hard~”

“I’m not sure if I--”

You silenced his worries with a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and sighing fond. He stiffened immediately, but when you moaned and pressed closer, he couldn’t help reaching up to hold you. As if encouraged by his touch, you placed a knee on the bed and leaned in closer, guiding him to lay back on the bed while you straddled over his lap.

“What’s the matter, Beel?” you murmured, kissing down his neck. “Don’t you want me too?”

“I…” He swallowed, looking up at the ceiling as the hunger began to rise again, your body so warm and inviting, scent so supple and sweet… “I do, but—” He sucked in a sharp breath of surprise at the sudden pinch on his neck, digging his nails into your hips. “What- don’t… don’t do that, please,” he whispered, and you sat back with a soft chuckle.

“Why?” you hovered over him and reached down to remove your shirt, tossing it aside with a smug grin, tilting your head to the side to expose the curve of your neck for him. “Would you prefer to bite me instead?”

“I… I…” His hands were shaking now, holding your thighs in a light feather grip. “I can’t…”

“Yes you can~” you purred, pressing a kiss to his forehead before rolling off his lap and undressing yourself fully, laying bare next to him and running a hand down your body. “Bite wherever you like… just promise me one thing.”

He forced himself to sit up again and covered his mouth, trying to swallow but he just couldn’t stop salivating. He had no idea humans could be so intoxicating, their bodies all but begging to be devoured, encapsulating the sweet essence of life within, such a myriad of flavors all held inside the soul. A human’s wants… a human’s needs… a human’s fears…

Yet again he swallowed, but the hunger…

“Wh… what do I need to promise?” he asked thickly, focusing on the plush carpet on the floor. Why you were attracted to him too, he had no idea. At first it made sense, Asmodeus had said a demon’s charm was only natural to counteract what would normally cause humans to run in fear from their predator. Could prey really truly flee if captivated by beauty?

But what did it mean when the predator was just as captivated?

You chuckled and rolled onto your back, stretching out and feeling up your body with a longing sigh. “Just don’t bite too hard, be gentle with me,” you purred, “you can taste, but no drawing blood~”

Blood.

He shuddered at the thought and turned to you, wanting to reassure you that he would never—

But his heart stopped.

Words all but left him as he stared at the expanse of soft, delicate and exposed skin. A human laying bare before him without a care, eyeing him just as hungrily as he might. Touching yourself with a subtle smirk, invoking the scents of lust to hang heavy in the air.

“Just… a taste…?” he whispered, the last bits of his resolve crumbling with the unsteadiness in his voice.

“Mm~ it’s only fair…” you murmured, reaching up to cup one of your breasts while spreading your legs to tease your slit, spreading yourself for him to see the wetness already forming, already scenting the air so divinely. “You wouldn’t be so selfish to not return the favor, right?”

“R… right…” He’d never been one to be a selfish lover, but most demons could keep up with his needs. Even if your soul didn’t call to him, there was no way a human could have the stamina he’d need.

So…

“Just… a taste….” 

“Mhmm~” you hummed, pinching your nipple while watching him with a smile. “Just a taste to see if you like it~”

“Oh I’ll like it,” he said, moving to lean over you and feeling a flutter low in his belly when your scent turned sweeter. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“Really?” You grinned, laying your arms up above your head. “Funny, because that’s what I’m excited for.”

Your nipples perked and he felt the flutter stir higher in his chest, his hand hovering. Hesitating. Just a taste. Just a taste. How long had he dreamed of just a taste?

“Ohh… Beel~”

Your moans were comforting, tension releasing from his shoulders while his hand engulfed your breast, kneading it experimentally slow. So soft and round… a little heavy too, but so squishy. Your chest pressed up for him and he smiled a little, leaning down to kiss your nipple before touching it with his tongue. Instantly a zap of sweetness followed and he moaned, closing his eyes and sucking harder.

Humans tasted sweeter.

“B-Beel—” You gasped, fingers grasping at his hair and pulling him closer.

Such little tugs…

That’s right… he had to remember…

Humans were smaller.

He moaned around you and tilted his head to one side, rolling the little nub around with his tongue. How much sweeter you tasted, nipple growing perky on his tongue. It was as sweet as your kisses, something he’d had to get used to over time to not crave it, but even more intense.

“B-Beel!” you gasped more desperately, pulling hard at his hair.

“Mm…” he unlatched and inhaled a deep breath, brushing his lips along just below, savoring the way you shivered at the sensitivity. “It’s like… tasting bread fresh out of the oven,” he said softly, kissing just below it, eliciting a faint hiss from your lips.

“Did you just… compare me to bread?”

“I did,” he murmured with a fond smile, closing his eyes to trace his lips around your breast again. “I like bread, don’t you?”

You let out a breathless laugh. “I guess?”

“Kissing you is like bread,” he said, adjusting himself to begin trailing kisses down your body. “Sometimes it’s toasted too, or it might have butter…” his stomach grumbled and yours shook with another soft laugh.

“I know you’re trying to be sweet but I don’t know if it’s working for me, Beel.”

“Isn’t it?” He lifted his head to look up at your face. “Haven’t you ever had fresh bread?”

Your face was flush with confusion and you nodded. “Yeah, of course I have.”

“Then,” he sat up on his knees and reached for one of your legs, “You know you’re supposed to wait for it to cool?”

You sighed, but nodded again. “Yes, I know you’re supposed to- eep!”

In a smooth motion he turned you toward him, spreading your legs on either side of his knees. So quick were you to fall quiet, a shaky breath falling from your lips. But, much to his delight, he could taste nothing bitter.

“Then you know how hard it is to wait,” he murmured, leaning over you with hands at either side. Especially once he’d had a taste.

Your face grew flush at the sound rumbling in his belly. 

“Yes,” you whispered. 

“I’m not very good at waiting,” he admitted, pressing a soft kiss to your chest. “It’s easier with you around, but sometimes I still…”

“Worry you might try and eat me?” you guessed, making him lift his head again.

“You noticed?”

You laughed under your breath. “It’s a little hard not to see how such a powerful demon keeps shying away from me whenever we’re alone together too long.”

“I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I lost control,” he murmured, holding your sides and gently kissing down your body. “But I think I… might want to try…”

“Try to… lose control?” you whispered, sucking in a breath when his kisses drifted down below your navel.

“It’s easier to be patient with you,” he continued, lingering while he savored the way your belly twitched under his lips in anticipation. “When you ask me to wait… when you cook for me…”

You laughed gently, “Beel… quit teasing m—”

He bit the curve of your hip, eliciting the sweetest little whine from your throat.

“I thought I might want to eat you,” he murmured, brushing his lips along your thigh. “Every time we kissed…”

You shivered and inhaled a deep breath, holding still for him. “Even now?”

“I still want to,” he said, “but… I think… I want something more…”

“Yeah?” Your excitement was palpable, legs spreading just a little more. It was… nice, to see you trust him so easily, even as he was admitting to just how often he’d fantasized about eating you.

“You remember our pact?” he asked, lifting his head slightly again and chuckling at the soft whine of displeasure you made.

“Yes, Beel, I do.”

“Good,” he smiled a little and sat up, scooping his hands under your thighs. “Will you use it? If I try to indulge too much?”

You nodded emphatically and looked at him. “Yes, Beel, but please… quit worrying so much. You have more control than you think-!”

He lifted your legs up on his shoulders, raising your hips off the bed. “I hope so,” he whispered, “Because I… I’ve never done this with a human before. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You looked up at him, face flush. “Just go slow.”

“Slow,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss over your slit, tasting the first hints of arousal on his lips. “I’ll try…”

“If it’s too much, I’ll tell you to stop,” you said, stilling your breath when his tongue peeked out for a taste.

“I’ll try,” he murmured again, kissing closer to the sweetness, a tang of surprise mixing in but melting into bliss as he dragged his tongue up slow.

You moaned, reaching up to cover your mouth with the back of your hand, breathing shakily. “B… Beel…”

He looked down at you, holding your thighs on his shoulders while lazily rolling his tongue again, savoring the way this affection alone was enough to make you squirm. And how sweet you tasted? The lust in your soul was rising, adding something spiced that just made him want to eat his fill. Was this what it was like to experience a human? So supple and sweet…

“B-Beel-! Don’t- tease!” you gasped, trying to reach up for him but unable to grasp at more than his fingers.

“You said go slow,” he murmured, shamelessly nuzzling into your cunt before latching onto one of your lips and suckling softly, moaning at how delicate you felt on his tongue. 

“Yes, but I didn’t mean— fuc- more!”

More?

He could give more.

He let his eyes drift closed, rolling his tongue over once more before seeking the source of the spiced sweetness he craved most, pushing it inside only to draw back and lick up, testing to find the spots that made you quiver most. You liked when he licked over this little nub… this tasty, soft little button… He latched over it and pressed the heat of his tongue to it, earning himself a delicious roll of your hips into his mouth.

“Oh… fuck… Beel…”

He looked down at you again and pressed once more, delighting in the way your desperate hands pinched his fingers and the whining keen from your lips. It made him… hungry, but not in the way you had before.

“Is this okay?” he whispered, kissing you while you laughed out a whine.

“Yes, don’t stop…”

“I won’t… but I might…” He shifted to support one leg on his shoulder and reached down to feel down his belly, the feeling stirring lower once more. “I want so much more…”

“Please, Beel,” you whined, wrapping your legs around his neck to entice him. “Please.”

He groaned under his breath, unsure if you might hear him but he still had to say it. “Please stop me if I hurt you…”

“Mm…” you hummed, thighs squeezing him tight.

He let himself relax, trusting you to keep your word. He would try his best, of course he would, but he… he wanted…

A shiver ran down his back and he grasped at his cock, squeezing just below the head as he pushed his tongue in, moaning at the startled clench that greeted him only to soak him with the sweetest nectar. More. He tilted his head slightly to push in further, wanting, needing, more with every stroke. Dimly he could hear you squealing. Frustratingly, he could feel you bucking. Squirming. Wriggling. Smearing the sweetness all over his face but not letting him drink it.

In an abrupt need to keep you in control, he let his guise break, horns extending from his head as his wings unfurled at his back, flexing in a low flutter. Both hands gripped your thighs now, lifting you even higher until only your upper back rested on the bed, angling you just where he needed you to be.

“B-Beelzebub—” you gasped in surprise, arms falling up above your head with eyes wide. “What’re y—”

He shoved his tongue in deep, breathing hot over your cunt as it reached further than before and oh you tasted even sweeter the deeper he could go. Your mewls were drowned out by his own groans of ecstasy, cock weeping pre-cum as he pumped his tongue in again and again, wetness coating and surrounding him with the taste he’d never even known he could begin to crave so desperately.

“B-Beel I’m gonna—” you pleaded, desperate to get his attention but his focus was lost now. All that mattered was this feeling, this flavor. Your soul so hot and spiced, arousal running down his chin until an abrupt squeeze trapped his tongue inside, holding him tight.

And oh did that taste nice~

He nuzzled closer, moaning as you came around him, whimpering in need when he slowly dragged out only to lick long and slow over your softness, letting the full length glide over your clit before he swallowed thick. 

“Be… Beel…” you gasped out, reaching for him but unable to find him.

“Hold on,” he murmured, lowering you gently before rolling onto his back, keeping your thighs nice and snug around him. His horns pressed into your belly, and he reached up to guide you to hold them. “Keep yourself steady for me.”

“Keep… what?” You laughed breathlessly, hands holding him so light while you quivered above him.

“I’m not done,” he said, kissing over you again. “I’m still hungry.”

You tried to laugh again but whined instead as his tongue began to push inside, its tapered length reaching in deeper before he flexed it, making you whimper and clench again. Interesting… He relaxed his tongue and flexed it again, causing your hips to rut subtly.

He smiled. 

What if he…?

He reached up to hold your hips and lifted his chin, humming low and deep, letting the vibrations travel down his tongue while you keened above him, riding him with desperate need. This angle was better. Easier to pump his tongue while you rode him, and he could taste so much more intensely.

When your breathing became labored and grip tightened around his horns, his name falling from your lips he grasped at your thighs and pushed in deeper, moaning as he swallowed your cum. Such a heady aroma filled the air, he’d almost wondered if humans could be more seductive to demons than the other way around…

But it still wasn’t enough.

Again he wanted to feel you, taste you, build up until you crumbled before him. Eating humans could mean many things, or at least that’s what Asmodeus had always said, but he never imagined it could be as satisfying as this.

“B-Beh…”

Your desperate gasps were sweet as honey, body shaking around him, overstimulated and needy. Just one more… at least let him have one more… 

He gripped your thighs tight, moaning as he planted the best openmouthed kisses he could give while sloppily thrusting his tongue in and out, letting his pleasures vibrate deep inside as your walls began to quiver again.

“Be… please I’m… s’tired…”

More.

He rolled you over onto your back and thrust his tongue in deep, eliciting a sharp cry as you came so good for him, drenching his chin in euphoric bliss. He moaned and eagerly drank from your soul, pleasure rising knowing it was him that made you taste so sweet.

“B…buh….” You groaned, lightheaded and dizzy, fingers weak around his horns. “Fuh…”

Gingerly he lifted his head, reluctant to leave but eager to thank you for the meal. He drew his tongue out slowly, giving you one last kiss just above your clit before he sat back with a small smile. 

“We should probably stop for now,” he said with a small grin, “It was a good first meal, but I really might devour you if I keep going.”

“Mmgh….” You groaned, staring blearily up at the ceiling.

“Are you okay?” he asked. 

“Can’t… move…” you mumbled.

He frowned a little and moved up higher to check your face, gently touching your cheek. “Was that too much?”

You shook your head meekly and gazed up at him with starry eyes. “Just… a lot. More than… I’ve felt before.”

Relief washed over him and he smiled, knowing it was selfish but he had to ask.

“I can stop now, but… if I wanted to… would you let me taste you again?”

You stared at him blankly for a moment before letting out a breathless laugh. “You can do that any time, Beel. Just let me catch my breath once in a while.”

He smiled and leaned down to kiss your forehead. 

“I’m just glad I didn’t hurt you,” he murmured, trying to ignore the feeling still stirring. He could keep control, but now that he knew just how good you could be…

It’d be much harder to hold back his Gluttony.

LMAOOOO

YALL IMMA START DOING HEAD CANONS OF THE OBEY ME BROTHER + THE SIDE CHARACTERS (except for luck if it’s a nsfw one 🙂) ANYWAYS IF YALL WANNA GIVE ME REQUEST ILL DO IT 😼😼😼

ALSO I PLAN ON DOING GENDER NEUTRAL UNLESS REQUESTED OTHER WISE 😋

Dom To Sub + NSFW Headcannons (Obey Me)

Warnings:

NSFW

FOUL LANGUAGE (SWEARING)

(Headcannons below the cut)

Lucifer 

We already know that this man likes to be in control of situations, so it’s no surprise that he would be the most dominant in the bedroom.

Satan 

Almost tied with Lucifer for first.

The only reason he’s not, is because he does occasionally like to let you take the lead.

He will put a collar on you if you let him while he fucks you from behind.

Belphegor 

Despite his constantly tired state, Belphegor will be in full control during sex.

Prefers to be laying on his back while he helps you ride him, but will top you to prove a point or when he’s frustrated.

Belphegor radiates top energy and the only reason that he isn’t higher on the list is because of Lucifer and Satan.

Asmodeus

The master of switches has arrived.

You’re tired? He’ll do all the work while praising you.

You want to top? He loves when you take control so he’ll be more then happy to let you.

Leviathan

As shy as he is, Levi will top you without hesitation at your request.

He much prefers to be the bottom though, and gets so blushy when you praise him.

Very into cosplay and roleplay.

Beelzebub

Always worried about hurting you due to his size, Beel tends to let you top him for your own safety.

He’ll keep his hands on your hips to help you ride him.

If you ever manage to get him to top you, he’ll be so gentle with you, checking periodically in to make sure he isn’t hurting you.

Absolutely loves giving oral. 

He just wants to taste you, and to him, you taste amazing

Mammon

Are you really surprised?

Mammon is a sub through and through.

If you request it or he’s in a particularly bad mood, he’ll top you but don’t expect it to happen often.

Praise him and he’ll become a mess under you.

★ DAY 2 - face-fucking | beel

kinktober 2023 - masterlist.

warnings: top/dom reader + sub/bottom beel + amab reader + face-fucking + praise + cum-swallowing + a few "good boy"s thrown in + beel does not have a gag reflex + and would definitely cum untouched

a/n: ngl I still feel like kms WHY IS TUMBLR SO ANNOYING...also I headcanon that beel has sharp teeth<3

"T-that's a good by. You're doing so-ngh, well for me." Your words would have sounded almost so gentle and innocent had it not been for the strain in your voice and the lewd scene in front of you. Your demonic boyfriend that you loved oh-so-much was currently on his knees, sucking the ever-lasting life out of your dick.

"Mhhhn..." Beel had a dazed look on his flushed face, his purple eyes glassy as if he was barely aware of his surroundings other than the huge cock inside of his mouth. As his mouth kept moving up and down your length, so did his dextrous tongue, nearly coiling around your shaft. And the way that he was slightly dragging his fang on your dick just how he knew you liked it---fuck it was driving you crazy.

"Nghh...hmmm..." Beel moaned deeply as he kept taking you into his mouth, as far as he could go. The both of you knew that he could easily cum from only giving you oral and he wouldn't hesitate to do so. At first, Beel was content with you asking him once in a short while to blow you, as he loved pleasing his partner. But the more he did it, it was like the more he got addicted to the fullness of his mouth when occupied with your dick, the scent you give off, and the feeling of your cum spurt down his mouth. He went from waiting for you to ask his to suck you off to coming up to you nearly everyday and unapologetically asking for you to shove your cock down his throat.

While your lover continued to deepthroat you like his life depended on it, you savored the feeling of Beel's throat and tongue working up and down your shaft. Not only was he eager-- he was skilled. He knew exactly what to do, taking your dick all the way down so it nestles in his throat, that sinful togue doing wonders as it snakes around your cock, lingering on the places he knew you were most sensitive. You could positively say they were the best blowjobs you had ever received in your life.

"You're doing s-so fucking good for me baby, just keep going..." you groan as Beel continues to suck you off with fervor. When he looks up at you upon hearing your praise, you felt like you were going to melt seeing the lewd look of satisfaction on his face. You can't help but bury your hand in his ginger hair and begin hammering your dick into his throat.

"MmhHHM---" Beel's eyes widen when you unexpectedly begin to thrust your dick down your throat. In mere seconds, his original sound of muffled surprise became moans of appreciation. You continued to buck your hips into his tight throat, relishing in the tight heat you knew you would have to leave soon. Beel keens as he feels you forcing your huge dick down his throat. As his eyes begin to roll back into his skull, he realizes that he had came, no stimulation other than your cock pressing on all the parts of his throat.

Beel's warm, never-ending heat enveloped your dick as his tongue danced along you shaft. Yet it was one last kitten lick to a prominent vein on the underside of your dick that had you coming undone. "Fuck, cumming...!" You thrust into Beel's throat one more time, holding his head against your pelvis, forcing him to swallow all your cum into his greedy throat. He whimpers softly as he feels your seed go down his throat, to deep for him to be able to taste. Though when you finally start to pull out, he catches a few strands of your cum onto his tongue and some of it gets onto his lips. He wipes it off of his lips and licks his fingers clean, mouth wide open as he puts on a show for you.

You were never going to get over your boyfriend's blowjobs.

2023 Kinktober Masterlist. ｡ ♡

-> This is my very first kinktober so I'm really excited to see how this turns out!

-> For this year's kinktober, I won't be taking any character or prompt reqs, as I know that I'll finish this quicker if I work with my own ideas

-> I will be writing for 13 days in total and characters written will be from Transformers, Resident Evil, Genshin Impact, and Obey Me!

-> And of course, reader will always dom and top!!!

OCTOBER PROMPTS 🎃

★ Day 1 - nipple play + chris redfield. ♡

★ Day 2 - face-fucking + beel. ♡

★ Day 3 - puppy play + leon s. kennedy. ♡

★ Day 4 - breeding + grimlock. ♡

★ Day 5 - threesome + brainstorm & perceptor. ♡

★ Day 6 - praise + itto. ♡

★ Day 7 - exhibitionism + lucifer. ♡

★ Day 8 - dress up + al-haitham. ♡

★ Day 9 - bimboification + prowl. ♡

★ Day 10 - humiliation + childe. ♡

★ Day 11 - choking + carlos oliveira. ♡

★ Day 12 - make-out + optimus prime. ♡

★ Day 13 - vampire darling + [undecided]. ♡

https://www.tumblr.com/onlyyvette/721599754465886208/brothers-and-undateables-finding-out-hard

Im so sorry if I must have gotten confused but if your still up for making it I would totally be fine if you make it a femdom or whatever you would feel comfortable with

Sex Tape

Warnings: sub/bottom character + dom/top reader + femdom!mc + hard dom reader + rough sex + slightly animalistic behavior + heavy degradation + spanking + collars + pegging + filming sex+ mommy kink + overstimulation + dumbification + he gets fucked silly and absolutely loves it + Diavolo is such a masochist + your sex tape gets released!!! + it's alright tho because you guys were already planning on uploading it and getting money from it

Word Count: 3565

A/N: It's alright I'm sure everyone mistakes<3

Also thank you sm for sending this request in, I've been wanting to write something absolutely filthy and this is the perfect scenario

"OMFG--" Levi came running out of his room and into the dining hall where Beel, Belphie, and Satan were sitting at. "You guys! You won't believe what happened! [name] and Diavolo are in a relationship! AND THEIR SEX TAPE GOT RELEASED!!" Lev's shrill voice echoed in the dining hall but all three of the other brother's eyes widened.

"What--what do you mean, [name] and Diavolo's sex tape got released?" Satan was the first to talk, though he still didn't believe what he was hearing. "Look, it's right here! Levi shoves his laptop in Satan's face and Satan pushes it back, annoyed at Levi's rudeness. Still, he looked at the screen and sure enough, there you were in only underwear while Diavolo was sitting on a large bed completely naked.

"Okay, time to make sure this is working..." you fidgeted with the camera a bit, finally getting it to where you wanted it. "There! Stay on the bed," you turned to the demon sitting on your bed as he nodded once. Diavolo stayed there kneeling with his hands fidgeting in front of him. He was already fully hard, despite seemingly not have being touched at all yet. "Good. Now keep your hands off your body. I know, it's a hard task for a slut like you but I'm sure you'll manage," you said simply as you walked offscreen. He whined at the harsh name but it was clear that it was turning him on.

You came back with a few items: Some flavored lube, a spiky black collar and leash, and a very large red dildo. "Come here," you commanded as you waited for Diavolo at the edge of the bed. He quickly scrambled to you and bared his neck for you, like you had done this many times.

You wrap the collar around Diavolo's neck and fasten it tightly so he can feel it dig into his skin, just how he likes it. He lets out a small moan as he rubs the collar decorating his neck. "[name], I--"

"Levi," Satan said, clearing his throat. He had an obvious blush forming on his face despite his scowl. "I get it, this is crazy but do you have to show your brothers porn in the dining hall?" Levi had been entranced by the video but his head finally snapped up and looked at his brothers. Belphie was struggling to hold in his laugh while Beel was blushing furiously, trying to look at anything else besides the video.

"Fine, fine, I get it. But I'm sending the video to gc!" Levi scurries off to his room in a hurry and locks the door behind him. He sits down on the floor and sends the video the the group chat and resumes the video, feeling tension in his pants.

"[name], i-it's tight..." Diavolo whines, tugging at his collar. You slap his hand away and roughly grip his face. "Weren't you the one who was begging for me to make it tight earlier? Don't ask for what you can't handle, slut," you sneered, letting go of his face. Diavolo nodded and sat back on his knees, awaiting your next order.

"Now hold still and let me put on the leash." You took the leash in your hand and clipped to his collar. "There. Now you look like a proper whore. You like it?" you tilted your head a bit. "Yes! Yes, I love it!" Diavolo's eyes were already starting to cloud over at the thought of being your personal whore. "Good. Now face the camera."

Diavolo quickly turned his body to face the camera, his blush getting even darker once realization that people might actually see this settled in. "Now, you're going to ride this dildo," you say, placing the toy in his lap. "Since you're already prepped, just put lube on the dildo." you throw the lube next to him. Diavolo uncaps the lube and squirts it into his hand. He begins to lube up the toy in front of him, slowly making his way up and down the shaft, as if he were lubing up a real dick.

As Diavolo applies the lube, he can feel his mouth water as he eyes the dildo. It was huge, about 9--no, 10 inches. The dildo was studded with rounded ridges that he knows is going to stimulate his hole like nothing else. He begins to pant, thinking about how good it would feel pressing into him and stretching his soft walls out, rubbing against his prostate relentlessly, fucking into him so deep...

"Are you just going to eye-fuck that dildo or are you going to ride it because I'm getting impatient," you roll your eyes. "Also, clean up that drool. I know you're an eager slut but you don't have to be so obvious." Diavolo quickly wiped the drool on his chin, shame coursing through his body at how obvious his lewd eagerness was. He took one hand away from the dildo to steady himself and brought his hips up to the tip of the toy.

"Look at the camera," you reminded him. Shivering, Diavolo raised his head up to look at the camera. He takes a few breaths, his body trembling a bit as he anticipates the dildo entering him. Finally, he pushes the dildo into his hole. "Mhngghh!" Diavolo whimpered as the first two inches of the toy pushed into him. Already he could feel the large head and ridges stimulating him and he hadn't even gotten a full third of it in him. Eyebrows scrunching up as he gritted his teeth, Diavolo continues to push himself down the toy's length, needy and breathless moans escaping him.

He had only gotten himself half-way down the dildo when you suddenly grabbed his hips and pushed him down the rest of the way. "W-wai---Ungghh! Haahhn, nghhHH!" Diavolo's eyes widen as he's pushed down the rest of the length, punched out moans forcing their way out of him. His eyes water at feeling of all those ridges pressing into him, how full he felt. "Why...nhh, did you do that?" Diavolo whines as he turns to face you. His eyes are wet with tears, his lip trembling as he looks at you with the most adorable eyes. "Just because, if I'll be honest," you shrugged. "Besides, your body is mine." You roughly grab his jaw. "I can do whatev.er I want with it. Am I wrong?"

Diavolo shakes his head rapidly. "N-no! No, my body is yours to do whatever you want with it," he says weakly. "You forgot something," you said expectantly. "My body is yours Mommy..." he whispered, his tears getting close to falling. You lick your lips at the sight of his tears, how weak they made him look and let go of his jaw, pushing his head back to face the camera again.

"The camera is still recording... Go on." you motioned to the toy when Diavolo hadn't understand what you meant at first. He raises his hips up the dildo, until only the tip is still inside him. He sinks down on the dildo, taking it completely down to the base. "Ohhh...nghh." Diavolo let's out sinful whines as he takes the dildo back into him. "Oh! And remember not to cum," you reminded him, breaking your silence. Diavolo nods quickly and begins to ride the dildo, setting a steady pace.

"Unnghh! Hahhh, mhnn..." Diavolo rides the toy with trembling thighs, letting out sinful whines. As he lifts himself up and down the toy's length, he can't help but let his mind wander. Every time the toy bottoms out, he can truly feel the shape of the toy inside of him. The ridges stimulated his walls so good, especially when the rubbed against his prostate, causing him to let out an occasional yelp and choked sob. And the length and girth of the dildo were so satisfying too. The dildo reached so deep inside of his hole and stretched him out so much that it felt like his hole would form itself to the shape of the dildo. What if the toy was a few inches longer and had a thicker girth. And what if the ridges were bigger and just the tiniest bit sharper? Maybe it'd be so big that it wouldn't even fully fit inside him yet split him open...

"Okay, that's enough," you finally spoke up. "It's barely been 10 minutes and you're already becoming so braindead..." You waited for Diavolo to stop riding the toy but his movements never stopped. His eyes were glazed over and he had a dumb look on his face, his mouth open and he was panting heavily. Clearly, he didn't understand what you were saying. With a deep sigh, you move closer to Diavolo. You pick up the leash connecting to his collar, and yank on it, roughly enough to pull Diavolo's head back to you. "Ghhk--" Diavolo's eyes widen as he's taken off guard, pawing at the collar as it restricts his breathing.

"I told you to stop, didn't I?" you asked in a cool tone. You seemed unbothered but Diavolo knew better. "Ghnn, I-I'm so-o-rry, mhnghk--Mommy!" Diavolo chokes out. "Yeah, I bet you're sorry, huh? Guess it only shows how much of a desperate bitch you are. Can't even listen when you're told to stop moving." you sneer into his ear, tugging on the leash even harder. Diavolo's eyes roll back into his skull as waves of pleasure crash into him. The dildo is still inside of him, nearly it's entire length still shoved up his guts. The stimulation from the toy added to the choking sensation from the collar and your harsh words are almost enough to bring him the verge and...

"U-ughhnn, ghhkk, M-momm--ngGHH!" Diavolo cums hard, his back arching into you as he lets out strangled moans. His cum spurts onto his ample chest, some of it even reaching his neck. His jaw goes slack as he rides out the aftershocks of his intense orgasm. Right as he begins to relax, he's immediately pulled back by the sharp tug of your leash.

"So you came, huh," you said matter-of-factly. "H-huh...---!" Diavolo's eyes widened as he realized he had messed up. Terribly. "I-I'm sorry Mommy! I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me and---" Diavolo scrambles to make excuses and frankly, you didn't care to hear them.

"Shut up." Diavolo quiets down immediately once he hears your command. He can't think of anything he can say or do to make you less angry at him so he decides to stay silent. "You came without permission, without me even touching you. You really are just a dumb slut. A masochistic whore that only thinks about his own pleasure, right?" Your words drip venom as you speak, your eyes narrowing in contempt. Diavolo squirms at your harsh words, the pleasure going straight to his dick but he doesn't dare show you how turned on he is. Instead, he continues to look at you with his sad puppy eyes, still trying to be go you for forgiveness. "I asked you a question."

"...Yes, Mommy. I-I'm a whore," Diavolo says his voice quaking. "A slut that only thinks about himself. I'm so sorry," he continues to apologize. "I don't care for your apologies. Besides, your performance showed me that I should have just taken care of this from the beginning. Sit up," Diavolo reluctantly follows your order. Just as he raises up the dildo, you hold it's base and yank it out of his hole. "HaaAAHN!" Diavolo let's out a loud moan at the feeling of the dildo being ripped out of him, the rough feeling of the toy's ridges dragging along the walls had him spasming, almost making him cum a second time.

"Well, you know what they say," you sigh deeply before reaching for something offscreen, taking out a harness. "Sometimes, it's better to do something yourself. Lay down and keep you ass up," you instruct as you attach the dildo to the harness and fit it onto you. Diavolo is quick to follow your orders, crawling a little bit further and getting into position, bringing his torso down to the bed and lifting his plump ass into the air. He looks into the camera and whines lowly, realizing how pathetic he looked. Yet it still got him so hot and bothered. He squirmed a bit, panting lightly as he waits for you to finally make your move.

You kneeled behind Diavolo and pressed one finger into his hole. "Hmm..." Diavolo sighs sensually as he feels you finger prodding his insides. "The dildo should have left you loose, but you're still clenching on my finger. You really love dick, huh?" you say disdainfully as you add a second finger. "Ah! Nnh, y-yes! I love it," Diavolo moans as he moves his body back against your digits.

"Okay, enough of that," you say as you pull your fingers out abruptly. "N-no! Please, I want more," Diavolo whined as he mourns the loss of your fingers. He begins to push himself up but you place your hand on his back and slam him back into the bed. Once Diavolo was taken off guard, you land a heavy slap on his ass. "MhhnNN!" His eyes widen at the sting of your hand. "You already know to not disobey me Diavolo." Your eyes narrow. "You've already went against my orders twice, so I think its time for you to be disciplined." You end your sentence with another slap tho Diavolo's ass, causing him to let out another moan.

Under normal circumstances, you would have given him a number to count to and you'd spank for each number. This time, Diavolo had especially pissed you off, causing you to just spank him uncoordinatedly, Diavolo being forced to just take it like a good slut. "Ah...hnngh...ghhk...nnh! Mommy..." Diavolo whimpers with each slap like a cheap whore, his hard dick beginning to leak again. You don't answer him and and continue to deliver your punishment. Diavolo's hands grip tightly at the bed sheets as his tears fall freely, soaking the sheets under him a bit. His eyes unfocus with every hit and he lets and broken sobs, knowing that he's going to break very soon.

Right at your eleventh spank, you put all your force into your hit, leaving a dark print on his ass. At the same time, you grab his cock tightly, getting the feeling that he might cum from that last smack. Your intuition was spot on, Diavolo seizing up with a loud cry as his orgasm gets cut off. "This was a punishment. You really think I'd let you cum?" you removed your hand from his dick and began to slick up the dildo. Diavolo was still shuddering from the feeling of his orgasm being cut off. He's still in the same position, his now red ass still up in the air despite how much his legs trembled.

"Hey, get up," you yanked at the leash connecting to Diavolo's collar, bringing his body flush to your front as he grabs the collar trying his best not to choke. "Now, look at the camera," you turn his head to make him face the camera. "Good. Now keep your eyes there..." Diavolo follows your orders and keeps his focus on the lens of the camera. He probably looked like a 2-cent whore right about now. He could feel the tears falling down his heated cheeks and he didn't even have to look down to know his dick was still very hard and leaking. And the stinging on his backside...you hadn't even properly fucked him yet he already looked wrecked.

"Good boy," you coo into his ear as you run your hands up and down his sides. He whines a bit, wishing that your hands were closer to his chest. Your hands finally settle on his hips as you ready to enter him. Diavolo is still unaware of what you were preparing for due focusing on the camera just as you had told him to. Without warning, you thrust your strap into Diavolo's stretched hole, bottoming out completely.

Diavolo's eyes roll back into his skull as he let's out a deafening wail, his walls clamping down hard on your dick. His cum spurts in large amounts all over his chest, covering the previous stains. His vision whites out as his orgasm wracks his body, and his mind becomes fully empty. His mind clears after a bit and he realizes that you're still fucking him even through his orgasm. "Haahhgh! U-unNGHH, M-momm-OH!" Diavolo can't even form a proper sentence as you continue to rail him. You make sure that he can feel every single inch and every single ridge going in and out of his hole as you continue you rough pace.

"I fucking knew it. I can't even fuck you for a single minute without you cumming like a stupid slut," you snarl into his ear. "How many times did I already tell you cum when I give you permission?" You punctuate your anger with a vicious thrust that rams your dick into Diavolo's abused prostate. "OHHH! S-shorry! M' sorry---" You cut him off by smashing your lips into his, shoving your tongue into his mouth. His squeals are now muffled by your mouth but are still loud as ever.

Even though you were angry about Diavolo disobeying you another time that night, but it didn't stop you from being incredibly turned on. One of your favorite things was to reduce Diavolo to a cockdumb slut, to have him moaning without restraint as he cums over and over again from the harsh pounding he's receiving. You keep Diavolo's mouth locked onto yours as you continue to pound him from behind. He whimpers into your mouth as another orgasm rips through his body, just as strong as the last one. "MMHNNGG---" Diavolo tenses up for a second before his body goes completely limp. Even while Diavolo is still reeling from the aftershocks of his orgasm, you continue to fuck into his tight hole, never stopping once.

You finally pull away from the kiss, admiring the way that Diavolo's lips are now plump, glossy, and bruised from your abuse. You finally pause your thrusts and pull Diavolo up by the hair for him to face the camera. "You're nothing but a stupid slut that's desperate to be fucked dumb," you whisper. "Now, you say it."

"...I'm nothing but--*sob* N-nothing but a ss...stupid slut that desperate to be--fucked dumb..." Diavolo can barely get the sentence out, his mind too muddled with all the pleasure and pain going through his body. "Well aren't you a good boy," you grin as you resume your violent thrust, pushing his front down and keeping his ass up in the air. "UuuNGHH! Ahhn, hahh, OHH---MhnnGHH," Diavolo can't even understand what you're saying, too cockdrunk to even process your words. He cums a third time, yet barely anything came out, like you had milked him dry.

After his third orgasm, Diavolo can feel his consciousness begin to fade. "You're passing out already?" you scoffed. "And here I was, thinking that a slut like you could hold out longer, especially to be dicked down."

"Ghkk---nnghh...unghh," Diavolo's moans weaken as he feels his mind slipping away further and further from him, the only thing he could think of was the dick absolutely destroying his insides. Right when he was about to lose consciousness, you bite down on his neck. Hard.

"---!" Diavolo's eyes roll back into his skull completely as he goes through one last mind-numbing orgasm before going limp for the final time. You finally stop thrusting and pull out of him, watching every single inch of the giant dildo leaving his hole. Even when he was unconscious, his hole still clenched down on the dildo like he was still trying to keep it there. You let out a sound of amusement before taking the entire dildo out. Now looking at his sloppy and fucked loose hole, you can't help but want to plant your mouth there and eat him out to your heart's desire...but no, that was for another time. Now, you had to properly care for your lover.

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Levi whines as he cums for a third time, his hand still tugging on his cock. He was so grateful to whoever or whatever caused you guys tape to get released, because it would be a damn shame for no one else to see this. Still, Levi thought. The moment Lucifer found out about you guys...

Levi immediately goes to his phone and opens up the biggest group chat. There are so many messages, most of them from Mammon demanding to know if the video is real. Belphie isn't even bothered while Satan is very bothered and disturbed about the leaked sex tape. Beel only used shocked emojis but lucifer hadn't even replied.

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Lucifer: [Name]. Why is there a supposedly leaked sex tape of you and Lord Diavolo? Is it fake? Or did the two of you actually make a sex tape and let it get leaked.

[Name]: Okay yeah it's real but please don't kill us!

Lucifer: I will be talking to the two of you. Be prepared in 2 hours.

Yeah you and Diavolo were fucked.

Brothers and undateables finding out hard dom!fem!mc and diavolo are in a secret relationship because someone hack mc or diavolo and released a sex tape and text messages between them like the entire Devildom watched their future leader being used as a human’s personal dildo, calling a human mommy and being overstimulated dumb not being able to form a single thought (and the sex tape is described in detail if possible) but I completely understand if you don’t wanna do this request for whatever reason have a good day/night 💜

I would love to answer this req but I read it again and realized that you said Diavolo would be used as a personal dildo, implying that he would be topping.

I'd be happy to write for femdom reader but I'm super uncomfortable with bottom reader so I only write top reader and maybe you didn't see it but I put that in my rules. Sorry about that, but if you're fine with me writing it to be top femdom reader I'll see what I can do<3

Favorite Toys: Simeon & Solomon♡

Warnings: DOM/TOP reader + SUB/BOTTOM characters + implied AMAB reader in some parts + breeding kink + oral kink + face-fucking + slight hunter/prey dynamics + praise + heavy degredation + worshipping kink + humiliation + slut-shaming + corruption kink + choking kink + mention of free-use + dumbification

Word Count: 820

A/N: While I was in the middle of making my other fice, I got a sudden burst of energy for some reason. During that enrgy burst, I wrote the Satan fic and finished this on the same day I made it. Lucifer fic is still coming soon tho

Minors dni

Simeon

worshipping kink ✧ humiliation ✧ breeding ✧ hunter/prey dynamics ✧ praise ✧ oral(giving) ✧ corruption kink

-> Worshipping kink + Praise + Oral + Breeding He would absolutely love being on his knees as he sucks you off in private. Dragging his tongue up and down your length, trying to savour the feeling of it in his mouth. Simeon isn't the best at giving you head, but he makes up for it with his willingness to serve you. For his enthusiasm, you shower him with praise, "good boy", "you're taking me so well", causing his heart to flutter. Your promises to breed him well and full makes Simeon's stomach flutter. He moans as he goes up and down your shaft, savouring the flavor. He looks up at you for reassurance at times and shivers in joy as you praise him more. Simeon loves to service you, treating you as his own God. He knows it's wrong deep down, that his true God is watching him, but he can't get enough of the feeling he has when he's servicing you...

-> Hunter/Prey dynamics + Humiliation + Corruption Just imagine, Simeon laying down on your bed, watching you stare at him with your lustful and predatory gaze. He feels like a small animal, just waiting to be swallowed whole, and it makes him so much more needier, wanting you to fuck him right then and there. Instead of giving him what he wants, you just make fun of him, talking about how his God would feel if He saw saw Simeon's degenerate behavior. Poor Simeon, an angel falling from the sin of lust. He always covers his face in embarrassement. You just love corrupting this adorable angel, bringing him down with you in your mortal sin. Corrupting this angel with a warm smile all the while, giving him the ability to indulge in human sin. Simeon knows he's too far gone, but whenever he finally feels you thrust deep inside of him, his mind just goes black, only filled with you and only you. But he doesn't care, as long as he's with you.

Solomon

face-fucking ✧ spanking/face-slapping ✧ free-use ✧ breeding ✧ harsh degredation/slut-shaming ✧ dumbification ✧ choking kink ✧ cumslut

-> Face-fucking + Face-slapping + Cumslut Solomon would definitely be your whore. He often finds himself inb etween your legs, mouth practically watering when you pull your cock out. You tempt him by slapping your cock against his face but not letting him suck you off, not even touching you. It drives him mad, he wants to have your dick in his mouth so badly, to feel you fuck his face just how he loves it. You have to shut up his whining by slapping him, but that only makes him hornier. More often than not, you have a whimpering, nearly sobbing Solomon clinging on to you, begging for your cock inside of him. You end up shoving Solomon down your dick, giving him what he wanted. Solomon chokes on your length, his eyes rolling back into his head as he drools all over you. Whenever you feel extra mean, you pull him off of you every few thrusts, slapping his face hard as you remind him who he belongs too. He usually ends up cumming before you and quickly from the abuse to his throat and face, but that isn't his favorite part. He loves when you finally cum, to feel your sperm going down his throat is one of his favorite feelings. If you really want Solomon to look ruined, pull out of his mouth while you're still climaxing and let the rest of it paint Solomon's face. Not only will he look more slutty, but he'll be more than happy to have your cum coating his face.

-> Breeding + Free-use + Slut shaming + Dumbification + Choking Solomon loses all self control when you fuck him. Every thrust has his eyes crossing as his moans become uncontrollably loud. No matter how much you shush him, he never seems to shut up. Getting impatient, you wrap your hands around his throat as you continue to pound into him. It always arouses Solomon everytime you display signs of annoyance or anger like this, always has him wanting more. He cums really easily during sex, leading to his mind dumbing down the closer he comes to his next orgasm. You always degrade him for how much of a whore he is for dick. Calling him a nasty bith, a low-life whore, cheap slut, all of it only turns Solomon even more. Solomon will be fucked stupid so quick, that he won't even uderstand what either of you are saying. You could say that you're going to leave him out in some random allyway, let some random freaks fuck him however they like. He would moan out a broken "yes" to everything you're saying without even comprehending anything, his brain too fried to process what you're saying or why he's saying yes. The moment you mention breeding him though, filling him up with your seed, he cums instantly. Whether it be a dry orgasm from cumming too much, or just a few spurts of cum, or a first orgasm from when you begin fucking. Solomon is your one and only masochist and he hopes you don't forget it.

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.

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. But 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."

Playing With The Demon Brothers(Beel)♡

NSFW Minors dni

Warnings: DOM/TOP reader, SUB/BOTTOM character, implied amab reader but could be read as afab reader with a squirting strap, cock cage use, feminization, Beel's cock is referred to as a clit, housewife Beel, edging, oral fixation, dumbification, praise, self-degradation, heavy degradation, probably ooc Beel but yolo ig, this is very long

Word Count: 4,381

A/n: So...I lied. I ended up making the Beel fic instead of the Mammon fic because I had a better idea for Beel compared to Mammon. Now that I'm think about it, I'm just going to write for the brothers in a random order because I'll be able to post quicker than if I write for a character that I'm less motivated about.

Sorry for all the Mammon lovers that were waiting for his, but I just didn't have enough creativity

Also, this was too goddamn long...pretty sure it's my longest fic. I hope you guys are fine with that!

Beel♡

You and Beel have a wonderful relationship.

While Beel may seem stoic and uncaring, he isn't like that in reality.

Truly, he was one of the sweetest people, or demons, that you had ever met. That's what made you fall in love with him.

Now here you are. You're married to Beel and in a very happy relationship. Sure, you have your differences, but that's what helps you two get along and learn about each other.

One of his favorite parts about your relationship, is how much you take care of him as your sweet house wife<3

As your cute wife, Beel stays home, cleaning and cooking, making sure that the house will be to your liking

Though when Beel cooks, he'll have to order food for himself multiple times so that he doesn't eat the food that he's making for you

Beel would definitely be an obedient wife that would always listen to what you say but he gets too excited once in a while and starts to disobey you

Especially when you lock his clit in a cage

He can't stand it! He'll try to be a good girl and not touch himself, but it gets so hard that he almost always caves in

And when you two fuck while he's in his cage, he gets much more needier, leading to him disobeying you without even realizing it

Luckily though, you'll always be a good spouse and punish Beel properly like your he deserves!!!

"Bye Beel," you call out from the doorway, making sure your shoes were completely on before leaving. Right when you were about to make your exit, you could feel Beel's arms wrap around you in a tight hug. "Sorry Beel, how could I forget?" you turn around and give him a kiss. It seemed like a little thing, but Beel could never enjoy his day without you when you didn't give him a goodbye kiss. Breaking away from the kiss, you leaned into his ear. "And make sure to keep your hands away from your clit. I know it's caged, but we don't want you getting distracted during your work now, do we?" Beel nodded his head quickly, trying to kiss you again. "Ah ah," you gently pushed him away. "I need to go to work. Now be a good girl and wait for me, okay?"

Beel whined, but understood, watching you leave the house. He locked the door and turned away to do his chores. Usually, he would go about doing his chores, first fixing your beds and washing the sheets, cleaning and sweeping the floors, etc. This time though, it was harder for him to stay focused. Beel could feel his dick, his clit throbbing in its cage. I need to stay focused, Beel thought. If I touch myself now, Y/n would punish me...

Taking a deep breath, Beel continued with his chores, but with some difficulty. He was able to finish fixing your rooms and sweeping the floors, but the feeling of his poor clit locked up in his cage was causing him trouble. Sometimes, Beel would have to slow down his movements or stop completely because of how sensitive his clit was

Despite his problems, he finally finished cleaning and started cooking. He had sent a text earlier, asking you what you wanted him to make for dinner. You said that some steak would be good. Now of course Beel wasn't going to just make you steak! What kind of wife would he be if he didn't add in a dessert? He put on his apron, grabbed his ingredients, and got to work.

While he started making the sauce for the steak, Beel ordered some food to make sure that he wouldn't eat any of your dinner too early. While he waited for the food to arrive, he continued making the sauce and moved on to preparing the sauce. You would be so proud of him! Beel felt especially happy, thinking about how you would praise him for making such a great dinner for you.

Beel moved around the kitchen with a little smile on his face while thinking about you. He was so deep in his thoughts that he accidentally ran into the counter corner...crotch first. Usually, he would yelp in pain because that would hurt like a bitch, and try to numb the pain. Not this time though. This time, he let out a long, suppressed moan. His clit throbbed intensely in its cage, begging for its release. Beel shivered, trying to gain his composure, but it was too hard. All he could think of was feeling that pleasure that went through his clit. Slowly but surely, he started humping the corner, wanting to pleasure himself.

Completely lost in the feeling, Beel humps the kitchen counter, despite the fact that he wouldn't be able to get any release from it. He let out choked out whimpers, his tongue starting to loll out of his mouth. He kept thinking of you, letting him hump you with his useless clit like he was humping the counter. All Beel could think of was how you'd give him so much pleasure, degrading and praising him to the point his mind breaks.

Right when Beel was about to completely forget what he was doing, his phone went off. A bit dazed, Beel stopped humping the table and slowly turned to his phone to see who was calling him. It was Y/n! Beel hurried over to his phone, trying to recompose himself to be able to talk to you. Despite trying to calm himself down, he couldn't help feeling excited to hear your voice.

"Y/n..."

"Hey Beel," you greeted him cheerily. "What are you doing right now? Are you making dinner?"

"Yeah...I'm making steak, like you wanted me to."

You let out a giggle. "Really? All I said was that I was craving some steak. I didn't expect you to take it so seriously!

"Anyway, keep up the good work. And," you continued with a mischievous tone. "Be a good girl and don't touch yourself. You haven't, right?"

Beel's eyes widened. "Uh...n-no, I didn't touch myself...Like a good girl." He ended the sentence with his voice trembling. Beel already felt like a mess just from you calling him "good girl", and affirming that he was a good girl- your good girl- made him absolutely weak in the knees.

"Good job Beel. Bye~"

After you hung up the phone, Beel immediately got back to work. During the whole time he was in the kitchen, he couldn't stop thinking about your phone call. How you called him a "good girl", and told him "good job"; it was just replaying in his head. Still though, the fact that he lied to you about not touching himself was gnawing at the back of his mind. He could just not tell you that he was trying to get himself off. You would punish him for sure. Instead, he just let those thoughts sit in the back of his mind, trying not to let them bother him.

***

Beel had finished with everything, the steak and the strawberry cake he baked. It took time and a lot of ordered food to keep him away from the dinner he was making, but it was finally finished. He set the table very nicely, arranging all the food, plates, and silverware to look appetizing. Beel looked at the clock and realized that it was much later than he expected. Thankfully, you would be back soon.

As Beel waited for you, he started feeling really needy again. He could feel his sensitive clit twitch in his cage, begging to be let out. Not yet, he thought to himself. I have to wait for Y/n to come back.

Despite waiting a while longer, Beel couldn't help it anymore. HE was getting too horny. Luckily, you were merciful in these situations. You knew that Beel could get very needy when home alone, so you gave him a toy to play with. Beel got up and made his way to your shared room. He got out some keys from the closet and opened a drawer at the very bottom.

When Beel opened up the drawer, his mouth watered a bit at the sight. Multiple dildos, all of long lengths and different textures and colors came into his view. Vibrators of different shapes, a few cock cages---Beel had to stop himself from grabbing anything in sight right then and there. Instead, he took a deep breath, and chose one specific dildo.

It was an average looking dildo, if you ignored how big it was. The dildo was smooth and purple. Despite it looking pretty average, it was one of the dildos Beel was attached to because it somehow reminded him of you.

Beel removed the dildo from the drawer, closing and locking it up again. He moved toward the bed, holding the dildo close to his chest. Sitting on the bed, he began to insert the toy into his mouth, taking it in nearly to the hilt. Beel closed his eyes, drooling over the toy a little. You would always let Beel deepthroat one of your collection of dildos when he was feeling too needy, considering how much of an oral fixation you knew he had. He was grateful that you'd pity him enough to let him at least pleasure himself this way.

Beel kept taking the large toy all the way to the back of his throat, small moans causing the dildo to vibrate a bit. When the dildo hit the back of his throat, Beel let out a long groan, his eyes closing.

…Y/n...please come home soon...

Beel kept on thinking about you, how your cock would fill him up nicely. He would just love for you to shove your dick in his mouth, no hesitation. He loves it when you treat him like an object. Besides, shouldn't a good housewife serve their husband?

"M-mhhnn~" Beel kept shoving the toy down his throat, basically thrusting it in like an actual dick would. He could feel his poor clit aching in his cage, wanting some sort of pleasuring feeling. Beel squeezed his thighs together, attempting to create some friction on his clit. Beads of sweat started forming on his face, and tears started pricking at his eyes. It wasn't because of the dildo that was hitting the back of his throat constantly. It was because he missed you!

Every time you would leave and Beel became too horny, he would always think of you, just you. He thought of how you would fuck his throat, maybe praise him for taking it so well, or degrading him for being so eager to suck cock. Either way, he would love what you'd tell him no matter what. If Beel could, he would probably just suck your dick for hours on end just---

*Click click*

Beel immediately stopped what he was doing, directing his attention towards the door. There it was.

"Hey, Beel? I'm home! What did you cook for me?"

Beel hurriedly put the dildo back in the drawer and quickly left the room. Your eyes scanned the house a bit for your wife when all of a sudden you found him barreling towards you. Beel's strong arms wrapped you up in a tight hold, burying his head into the crook of your neck.

"Woah! Be careful Beel, you could have knocked me over," you said with a smile. "How have you been?" Beel just nuzzled his head further into your shoulder. "Y/n, I missed you...It feels like you've been gone for so long."

"I've missed you too, Beel," You said, wrapping your arms around him. "But first, let's go sit down and eat. I've been waiting to taste your food." You let go of Beel and head over to the dining room, Beel following right behind you.

You took a seat at the dinner table, Beel squirming a bit in the seat aside from you. "Damn, Beel, you really outdid yourself today," you said, approval filling your eyes as you scanned the food on the dinner table. "And a cake too! I'm grateful to have you in my life."

Despite Beel nodding his head along with what you were saying, his mind was elsewhere. He still couldn't stop thinking about how horny he was. Beel wanted something to fill him up completely, make him feel full, all giddy on the feeling.

As you were eating your food, you could see out of the corner of your eyes how Beel was looking at you with a lustful look in his eyes. "Um, Y/n..." Beel's sudden words cut through the short silence. "I have something to tell you."

"Go ahead," you said with your mouth still a bit full. Beel squeezed his thighs together, looking down at his lap. "While you were gone...I ended up pleasuring myself." You continued to focus on your food. "Go on," you said without looking up.

Beel shifted even more as his face began to redden. "While I was cooking, right before you called me. I bumped into the counter and it really stimulated me...I ended up rubbing myself on the counter."

"But," Beel said suddenly. "It really wasn't on purpose! I just ran into it and it felt really good...please don't punish me," Beel finished with a whine. You continued to act unbothered as Beel begged for your forgiveness.

"So," you started, taking a sip of your drink. "You were touching yourself without my permission. No wonder your voice sounded so breathy on the phone." Suddenly, you looked up at Beel straight in the eyes. "What you mean to say is, that you were pleasuring yourself without my permission. Just rubbing your dirty clit wherever you please? Isn't this exactly why I put that cage on you?"

Beel squirmed even more in his seat, starting to pant as he felt his body start to heat up. "And to think I even praised you for not touching yourself. I think that you deserve a punishment...don't you agree?" you said, swirling your drink around in its cup.

"I'm sorr---"

"I asked you something, Beel."

"I...I deserve my punishment. I haven't been a good wife today," Beel muttered with a shaky voice. "Good job," you cooed with a smile. "Also, you've been staring at me with an awful hungry look on your face," you said to Beel. "Do you have something you want to tell me?"

Beel froze. There were so many things he wanted to tell you! Like how he missed you, how you thought of his cooking, how you were going to treat him in bed...but he knew what answer you were looking for.

"I-I want you to..." Beel started off with a shaky voice, his panting becoming more obvious. "I want you to touch me! Please, I want to cum so badly," he begged, reaching down to his groin. "Now why should I let you cum," you inquired. "You already attempted to pleasure yourself without my permission, and now you're still trying to get release from your pathetic clit?" Beel nodded quickly, his body becoming hotter, the cage on his clit feeling smaller than ever.

"Okay then. I'll fuck you." Beel's face lit up. "But," you continued with one finger up. "I'll only let you out of your cage if you can satisfy me well enough. Now be a good wife and get the lube in our room, 'kay? I'll be in the living room. And make sure all of your clothes are off when you come back" Beel quickly got up from the table and headed for your room, tripping a bit on the way there.

Finally! You were finally going to fuck him! Beel found the lube and quickly undressed himself before going back to the living room. "There you are Beel," you called out enthusiastically. You were now lounged on the couch. "And here I was thinking you were never going to come. Are you just going to stand there?"

Beel made his way over to you, his movements stiff. You eyed him up and down. You absolutely loved Beel's body. His tanned skin, muscular thighs and biceps, his huge tits, grabbable waist, you can go on forever. You loved admiring Beel's body and Beel loved it when you did that too. He adored the attention you gave him. It made him feel like he had all your attention.

"Beel," you said in a relaxed tone. "Kneel down in front of me real quick." Beel complied, shifting himself into a more comfortable position. "Oh Beel," you whispered, holding Beel by the face. "Why did you have to go and disobey me? I really wanted to reward you today."

Beel nuzzled into your hand, holding it with his own. "I'm sorry," he said, giving you a pitiful look. "Well what's done is done. Now Beel, I want you to watch me very closely." Beel nodded and pulled himself away from you, looking up at you with an expectant look in his eyes.

You took off your clothing, revealing your hard dick, the one that Beel was so head over heels for. You grabbed the lube that Beel had given you and squirted it all over your cock. Beel watched as you spread the lube all over your length, his mouth watering. As you continued jerking yourself off, Beel kept leaning in closer, his mouth opening as if he were waiting for you to fill it up with your cum.

As you felt yourself nearing your climax, Beel opened his mouth wider, as if he knew already. Suddenly, you stopped right before you came. "Haa...just so you know Beel, you won't be able to swallow my cum. This is just one part of your punishment~" Beel whined, grabbing onto your leg. "W-wait, please! Please...I want your cum inside me!" You pushed Beel off gently. "We already went over this, Beel. This is a part of your punishment."

Instead of giving up, Beel grabbed your hand and started sucking your fingers. Beel made quite the display, swirling his tongue around your digits, taking them deep into his throat, making all those erotic sounds that were so mesmerizing. Beel looked up at you with watery, half-lidded eyes. Eyes that were just begging you to wreck him right then and there.

It took you all of your self control to not flip him over right there. Before you knew it, you cock was semi-hard just from Beel's lewd act. "Beel," you said with a cold voice, removing your fingers from his mouth, a small popping sound being heard when Beel's lips left your hand. Beel had a foggy look on his face, as if he didn't completely comprehend what you were telling him.

"Beel," you repeated, pulling him into your lap, having him face you. "I thought you would have at least some control. What are you doing, acting like some eager whore? I thought I trained you better than that." Beel pressed his body against you as he let out such pathetic noises from his mouth. "I'm sorry Y/n...I just can't take this cage anymore," Beel whined. "I wanna cum, please," he pleaded. grinding himself onto you.

"No." Your voice was firm as you grabbed Beel by the hair. "I don't know what's gotten into you today Beel. You've always been such a good girl, a good wife for me." He avoided your gaze. Honestly, even Beel didn't understand himself. Usually, he would rarely get punished. Even when he did get that once in a while punishment, he never acted out during it up until now.

"But if you want to be treated like some kind of common whore, so be it," you said, pulling Beel by his hair and pressing your lips against his. Beel happily moaned into the kiss, opening his mouth as your tongue slipped in. As your tongue explored Beel's mouth, you grabbed the lube and spread it all over your fingers. You held Beel by the chin and gently pushed him away, breaking the kiss. He whined when he felt you pull away but was cut short when you harshly bit his nipple, causing him to squeal.

As you sucked on Beel's nipples, your fingers worked their way to his twitching rim. Beel let out a small gasp at the feeling, then began to grind down on you, holding your head closer to his chest. Your fingers began to enter Beel's hole, spreading him open for you.

"Hahh, ahh! Mhnn, Y/n! More...ngh!" You knew what Beel meant when he asked for more. He wanted you to press on that sensitive spot inside of him, abuse it to the point where he cums so hard he needs a few moments to get himself together. But that wasn't the plan today.

Instead of pushing on Beel's prostate, you continued to finger him, only focused on opening him up and not pleasuring him. "A-ahh! Y-y/n, your tongue...your fingers-MMhhngh! I wanna cum! O-oh-angh!" Oh right. You had forgotten that you had him in his cage somehow. Even though you knew you weren't going to allow Beel to cum, you had forgotten that his nipples were so sensitive that he could even climax just from you playing with them. And here you were, sucking on them like there was no tomorrow.

"Even better," you said while tugging on Beel's nipple even harder. "Now you can't cum no matter what." Beel kept on moaning, tears starting to well up in his eyes as he begged for release. "HaahNGHH! Y/n! Please-Ungh, nnhh," Beel couldn't take it anymore, and you hadn't even started fucking him. "Stop begging, Beel. Let's just get this punishment over with and maybe I'll let you cum."

You swiftly took your fingers out of Beel and stopped suckingg on his chest. "On the floor, Beel. All fours." Beel was quick to follow your orders, getting down on the floor on his hands and knees, his body trembling from previous pleasure. You positioned yourself behind Beel, grabbing his ass. He whimpered softly as continued to massage his rear, feeling up his thighs and spreading his rim.

Once you finally got bored of groping him, you gave him a little smack before pulling his hips up and getting yourself into position. Finally, you thought. I already edged myself once for the sake of this punishment. Lining yourself up to Beel's entrance, your hand kept a firm grip on his hips. They're going to do it! Y/n's finally going t- any thoughts that occupied Beel's head were gone the moment you thrusted into him.

"U-UNGhh--ghkk..." Beel choked on his own spit as he finally felt your cock enter him. You hadn't been merciful when thrusting into him. Instead of slowly easing into him like you usually did, you harshly thrusted your entire length inside of him, knocking the breath out of him.

"Unghh...So...big.." Beel could hardly make a proper sentence. He could feel your dick pressing on his sweet spot and stretching his stomach out. He felt so full! Every single spot inside of him felt so full of your cock that he could hardly take it! Just as Beel was still making an attempt to pull himself together, you began to thrust into him.

Your pace was rough and unforgiving, nothing kind about it. You kept such a tight grip on Beel's hips that you knew there would be a bruise soon enough. Beel, on the other hand, could barely even think. All he could focus on was how your cock kept on pistoning in and out of him. His eyes were rolled back into his head and mouth was stuck in an "o" shape as he tried to find something to hold onto. He was going to break!

It hadn't even been five minutes yet and Beel felt an upcoming orgasm. "Haahnngh, Y/N! ANnnhH! I-I'm gonna...Ohh, UMNNGGGHH♡" Beel knew for sure that he was going to cum soon, and your unrelenting pace would only aid his upcoming orgasm.

Right when he felt himself about to cum, you stopped fucking into him. "Just so you know, Beel, I still haven't unlocked your cage. You're not going to be getting any orgasms tonight," you said with a devilish grin. "N-no~Pleashe, I'll do anything! I jush wanna cum~" Beel slurred, not able to get his sentence out of his mouth properly. "Well that's too bad Beel~," you mocked him, picking up your pace again. "You're not going to cum, and it's final."

Beel's sobs and choked moans filled the room as the two of you continued to go at it. Beel knew that should have already cum sometime ago, but the cage on his clit wouldn't let him! His clit desperately throbbed from within its cage, begging to be released. "Y/n...GhhKKH! I-I- Hannghh♡ Please- let me-" Beel attempted to plead with you, but his voice kept on being interrupted by his pathetic moans.

"What is it, Beel? Speak up, I couldn't hear you very well," you say in a condenscending tone. You lean down and get close to Beel's ear. "You shouldn't even worry your pretty little head about cumming. I locked your dumb clit up so that you could just give up on the idea of ever cumming." Without warning, you harshly pulled Beel's hair as he let out an involuntary moan. "If you hadn't been a stupid slut that only cares about getting his upcoming orgasm, this wouldn't have happened. Yet here you are, moaning like a cheap whore. I'm sure you love this, don't you, Beel?"

"Yes! I love it! A-anghh, mhhnNNH! I'm your whore! M-my stupid clit doesn't deserve to-O-OHH! To cum!" Beel cried out with a dumb, fucked out grin on his face. "Just a stupid slut! Your stupid slut! Hah-OHH♡ GhiiIIKKH, uhnnHHN!" Beel had completely accepted his role in life. He was just meant to be a sweet housewife, all kind and gentle, waiting for his spouse to come home and fuck his brains out! You both knew that hee would be your slut, and your slut only♡