marlo's little bug dungeon

You let out a soft moan as the thick muscle of Beelzebub’s tongue presses along the curve of your neck. His hands on your hips as he holds you up against the tiled wall. Another pass of his tongue, sweeping more of the cream and syrup that was covering your upper body. 

You still don’t know how you had ended up covered in ice cream toppings, only that the moment after Belphie and Satan had looked at you with wide eyes. Allowing you to assume it was a prank set up for Lucifer that went wrong. 

On your way to clean yourself up, you ran into Beelzebub, and the sight of you covered in the white fluff, fruit compote, and sticky syrup had him asking if he could help. His tenting swim shorts might have had something to do with how quickly you had agreed. Which resulted in the two of you moving to the shower area and closing the door of the stall behind you. 

You didn’t even have time to consider removing your bikini top before the redhead was running his mouth along your shoulders. Sucking up the mess and leaving your bare skin covered in small bruises from the force he used. Aware of some of the mess smearing against his chest before those large hands of his grasp the swells of your ass and lift you up. 

Hearing him hum against your skin makes the muscles of your core tighten and a line of lightning race along your spine. It doesn’t take him long to clean up along your neck and shoulders; each pass of his tongue causes you to pant and moan. Staring to rock your core against his abes as you chase some friction, all the slurps and smacks coming from Beel has your sex growing slicker by the second. 

You let out a squeal when he hoists you higher, your legs wrapping around his torso as best as you can while his chest wedges against your stomach to keep you exactly where he wants you. “Beel?” Finding your voice for a moment, and just a moment, because you let out a whine that would put Asmodeus to shame when Beelzebub starts to suck on the fabric of your bikini top. Right over your nipple, the suction strong enough that you can feel the fluid gush out of your cunt.

Your fingers grasp the longer strands of his hair at the back of his head as he lets out a muffled moan against your breast. “The juice soaked through your top.” Another moan before he shifts his head and sucks at your other clothed-covered nipple. It’s both hot and frustrating all at the same time because in the new position, the suction of his mouth has your inner walls spasming in rapid fire, but you can’t find any friction to help you ease the high building inside of you. 

Letting out another whine when you feel his teeth clamp down on the material, with his tongue flicking at the hard nub hidden behind it. “Beel!” Panting his name as you try to pull his head back from your chest, try being the operative word since the redhead is far too focused on getting every drop of fluid from your top. 

His only response was to groan, and you feel your toes curl as your legs start to grow slack. 

“Sorry.” The pressure against your breast disappears, and Beel shifts his hold on you to feel one of his hands. Using the back of it to wipe the spit along his chin away. “I could taste you and the berries.” Giving one of your ass cheeks a squeeze as he lifts you higher once more, far more gentle as he laps at the last of the mess still clinging to your stomach. The point tracing invisible lines as if he’s making a mental map while ensuring not a spot of cream or syrup is left behind. 

When his jaw brushes the waistband of your bottoms, he stops just long enough to take a deep inhale. Like he’s only becoming aware of the amount of fluid dripping from your core and seeping into the fabric. 

“Can you stand?” His voice has grown deeper, and you shake your head in the negative. 

Loosening your hold on his hair as you let out a long sigh. “I don’t trust myself to stay upright.” Not with how close you were to an orgasm earlier from him sucking on your tits. 

“Then I’ll keep you from falling over.” The familiar pins and needles prickling sensation returns to your feet once you’re standing again and placing weight on them. It makes you wince, wanting to lift them away until the numbness is gone, only Beelzebub is kneeling down in front of you. His fingers are hooked into the fabric of your bikini bottoms above your hips and pulling them down. 

A lick of his lips, and from the way his pupils are blown wide, you know he’s about to go in for a different kind of snack. Planting a hand on the wall beside you when he gets you to lift your legs one at a time before tossing the damp fabric away. A soft exhale that has your shoulders relaxing when his hands land on the outside of your thighs before sliding up to keep you steady. 

“I’ll try not to get too excited.” Whispered against your skin as he kisses the inside of each of your thighs before placing his nose against your shiny opening and breathing in. “This time.” You let out the smallest of laughs, your heart full as he waits for you to nod that he can enjoy himself. You aren’t sure you believe him, since he tends to go overboard as soon as he gets a taste of you based on experiences of feeling like a puddle afterward. 

Moving your free hand to trail them through the hair along the top of his head. “Just remember, we are sort of in public.” His shoulders jerk upwards, and you realize he had forgotten. In truth so had you with the amount of noise you had been making. Not like you could take it back. 

Biting your lip when Beel curled his tongue before sliding it between your folds. Scooping some of the fluid into his mouth, letting out a groan as your flavor washes over his taste buds. Pausing long enough to savor it, or so you assume, before he starts to lap at your core. Switching between long flat strokes and shorter ones with just the tip of the wet muscles. 

It doesn’t take long before you're leaning more of your weight into the arm that’s helping to hold you up. A familiar warmth starting to spread along your lower abdomen. You let out a moan when he gives your clit a suck in between his alternating licks. Only to shove your own fingers into your mouth to try and stifle your noises. Pressing down on your tongue when he starts to swipe from side to side inside of your folds. 

It feels like the muscles of your body are tensing harder than they had been before. Like your earlier aroused state had just cooled enough that it feels more like a snap than a slowly building one. Aware of him starting to slide his tongue deeper inside of your sex, like he could pull the clear liquid directly from core instead of waiting to lap it away from the outermost portion of skin. 

When he plunges the muscle deep enough that his nose bumps into your clit, you let out a muffled sob. Your knees go weak, and your arm gives out as your body spasms. Your release a flood that Beel gulps down loudly enough that you can hear the way his throat works to swallow the fluid down. Falling backwards with your spine curving until the space between your shoulder blades touches the wall behind you. You’re only on your feet because of Beel’s hands holding onto your butt and hips, his mouth and tongue moving to make sure he doesn’t waste a single drop. 

You feel a bonelessness that comes, as it often does with the redhead, from your orgasm raking through your entire body. Your hand in his hair falling away from the top of his head, fingers trailing along his cheek. 

Unaware that seems to break Beel from his trance. Or the way his eyes soften at the way you’re teetering on unsteady legs, clearly having enjoyed his affection. Smiling as he rises and pulls you forward to lean against him. 

You feel the corners of your mouth turn upwards when the side of your head lands against his chest. Hearing his heart pounding just under your ear. Enjoying the sensation of his hand trailing along your spine. As you start to come more back to your senses, you realize his cock is still hard, trapped within his shorts and pressing against you hard enough that you can feel it twitching. 

At this rate, you’re going to be made into a much larger mess before you get that shower.

“Wait,” you let mammon up this time, on hand moving from his scalp to the nape of his neck as you gently press your nails into the skin, “Fuck.”

He openly pants, shimmering blue eyes glossed over and hooded as he takes you in. 

In all honesty, you imagine you don’t look very good. Your hair is sprawled out on the leather seats, lips swollen from kissing, clothes pushed around, and you're out of breath. 

Yet, Mammon doesn’t seem to mind, not as he moves to your neck, licking from your collar bones to your jaw, nipping at skin along the way before kissing it better. 

Reverently, his hands move across your body, one laying so lovingly against your waist, feeling the fabric bunch under his touch. The other, originally laying on the side of your thigh moves to his belt.

“Can- can I-” You don’t let the demon get his words out before one of your hands join his, helping him pull off layers.

Then you see it. His cock.

“What the fuck-” You can’t help but gasp. 

“What?” without even looking up at Mammon, you can tell he's panicking, "What's wrong with it? Why are you looking at it like that? Stop-”

“Mon, thats fucking insane.” You gape at the fucking thing.

Longer than a human, what eight inches? Hardly slim, with white designs naturally swirling around the shaft to just under the head with… two slits?

“What does that mean?” He frowns- no pouts. Sitting back on his heels above you, cock out as you both ponder.

“That’s not gonna fit in me, hun.” You furrow your brows, eyes darting up to meet his eyes before shooting back down to the monster between his legs, hand cautiously inching towards the irregular head. 

“Of course it's going to fit in you,” Mammon huffs, “Why wouldn’t it fit in ya? Can’t be that different from humans.”

“It's very different from humans!” You carefully run a finger between the two slits watching as mammon lurches forward at the stimulation, “For starters, humans only got one of these and they usually aren’t so… prominent…” 

“S-soo?” His head ducks, hair falling over his eyes as you continue to slowly touch his cock, “I’m sure it will fit, c’mon can we try.”

“I mean, I guess we can, if it doesn’t fit you can eat me out and I can figure out how to suck your cock..” 

You didn’t learn if it would fit until three days later because Mammon got so excited at the idea of eating you out he forgot about his own cock for fourty-five minutes.

Leviathan

After the initial trials of your relationship with Levi, things got open really quick.

Like really open. 

Like sitting on top of each other on the floor of his rooms playing porn games open. 

Perhaps it's because you’re both gamers, perhaps you are both deranged perverts, either way you’ve found each other and that's what matters. 

“I mean, the game was okay.” You use your controller to shuffle through old games you had in the human world that Levi has lovingly loaded onto his counsel for you two to play.

“It has like, demons and ghosts and other paranormal characters in it, and the story was surprisingly fun, but the genital designs were so unrealistic, and seeing a human character take insane cocks that would be near impossible for even a porn star to take was kinda a turn off for me.” you click on the digital game card, the pixel art loading up.

Levi simply nods and hums along as you explain your past experiences with the game, making a new save file, going through dialogue until you finally reach the first spicy part of your quest. 

Playing as a lanky, kinda cute guy, you make a deal with a demon, skipping to the scene of your character getting his shit rocked by a nine inch, thick spiked cock. 

“It’s not that bad…” You can barely hear Levi mumble as the dramatic plaps and moans play from the speakers.

“I mean it's hot, I just can’t imagine taking that much cock.” You laugh, turning a bit so you can see your boyfriend, legs overlapping his.

“R-really?” Leviathan turns to you as well, cheeks flushed.

“Yeah? Humans aren’t meant to take that much, without a lot of prep. Let alone something with spikes, knots, ridges, or things that can move and slither.”

“Oh.” He turns back to the tv, cut scene over.

Taking one last look at Levi, you pick up your controller and continue the story, collecting items, exploring the house you're in.

Yet it nags at you. That little oh. Oh what? Oh as in this is a surprise?

Fuck, do demons actually have strange genitals? You haven’t had time to dive into devildom porn yet, so maybe this is realistic?

Did you just tell your boyfriend his cock is impossible for you to take? Is he uncomfortable? Shit.

Pausing the game you sit up, taking your legs off his lap as you look at Leviathan. 

“What did you mean by oh?” You furrow your brows. 

His eyes go wide, sitting up with you, “I didn’t mean it as like- a bad thing, I just didn’t know that about humans I guess.”

“Is… is like, ridges and knots and all that… Do demons have those…?” You say slowly, watching his reactions.

There is a large, awkward silence that tells you all you need to know as your boyfriend avoids eye contact.

“Can.. uh.. Can I see it?” You feel stupid as soon as the words leave your mouth, who the fuck asks to see someones cock? 

Like yeah, he’s your boyfriend but thats a fucking insane thing to ask. 

“Yes!” Levi practically jumps out of his skin, “I mean- yeah, yes, sure.”

“Okay- great- awesome” You take a deep breath, okay that wasn’t too weird to say, he's also a freak. You have to remember that. 

Another long pause.

“I’ll just-” Levi’s hands move to his sweats, shaky as he hesitantly pulls down his pants.

There's something in you that stirs at the fact he's had no boxers on this whole time but you try to ignore it. 

And ignoring it becomes easy when you see his cocks. In fact, any thoughts get thrown out the window at mach speed.

Long and slender but thick at the base. Naturally glossy with a tapered end. Although the room is too light to properly experience it, it’s obvious in the dim light the undersides have bioluminescent markings.

“Wow.”

“Wow?” Levi repeats, visibly stressed as you stare at his cocks, “What- what does that mean? I know its not the nicest but I thought maybe-”

“They’re beautiful.” You cut him off, watching as the appendage moves with a mind of its own, delighted by your comment.

“Can- can I touch them?” You look up at him.

Levi only nods, rendered silenced by your admiration. 

Gently, you wrap your hand around the upper cock, tracing the patterns on the underside of the tentacle like appendage. 

Thick, translucent liquid slowly spills from his tip.

With little hesitation you lean down and kiss it, licking the pre off your lips.

Maybe you’ll finish the game later.

Satan

“Its a mystery,” he said, “It had good reviews online, I thought it could be our next read.”

It was an extremely kind thought at the time, you and satan have been reading together long before you started dating a few months ago. 

The peaceful nights. A warm beverage, comfy clothes, the never setting moon shining into his bedroom as you lay so close on his bed. 

But now your just fucking horny. 

Mystery? Sure, there's some suspense, some clues in a larger, looming case.

Nasty, vile porn? Absolutely. 

From soft, secret kisses to hands in pants, tongues intertwined and nails in skin. Within four paragraphs the main character and the love interest manage to sneak off and get down.

It’s no poetry, that's for sure.

So syrupy words, no shared breaths. Just fuckin.

“How about…” Satan trails off, room thick with awkward tension, “How about we stop for the night, yes?”

You hardly nod in agreement before he's putting the book down and sitting up from the pillows you both have made your home. 

“Nice mystery.” You chuckle, not awkward at all, good job.

There's a beat of silence before Satan looks at you, grimacing, “Yes, I’m sure the love birds would agree.”

You can’t help but smile. He’d been so excited to read a good, true mystery. But so much of the plot has been about romance and sex, it’s practically porn without plot. 

“What? You don’t like the secret sex in the garden of the employer's manor? That doesn’t get your gears turning?” You tease, sitting up to slowly make your way into his lap.

“Don’t tell me that got you horny.” Satan laughs, like you are so unbelievable, insatiable even. Yet his hands move to your hips as you rest atop him, looking up to you like you sewed the constellations just for him.

“I’d hardly say Stacy and Trevor got me going,” You lean down, breathing the same air as him, eyes tracing over his features, “but being around you always makes me feel a certain type of way.”

“You are a sweet talker.” Effortlessly, Satan holds your weight as he slowly moves you to lay down against the bed, “Do you think you taste just as sweet?”

You gnaw at your lip as your head hits the pillows. You can’t help but watch as your lover inches closer down your body, hands worshiping your skin. 

“Why don’t you take a bite and find out?” You smirk, big and toothy.

Satan quickly finds a better use for his mouth, gently moving clothes to kiss his way down to your waist band, eyes flickering up to you as he slowly moves your pajama pants down.

Now, normally you'd go along with this, but there's been something so small eating at the back of your brain.

This pattern of him making you orgasm with his hands and mouth till you're tired and panting, and then… nothing. 

You don’t get to blow him, have sex, hell you’ve never even seen him out of those damn boxers. 

So for once, you stop him.

“Wait,” Your voice is soft in the quiet room, and it makes your boyfriend perk up immediately, “Can I… is it okay if I go down on you tonight?”

There's a heavy pause. 

You watch as Satan's brows furrow, how he moves his fingers from under your waistband, resetting his head against your stomach as he studies your face.

“Did you not like last time? I can-”

“No- no, you are great, really.” You can’t help but smile at how he's practically pouting. 

“I just, I don’t know.” You sigh, sitting up on your elbows, “You’re great, and I love when we spend the night together but I never get to make you feel good. This is a two way street you know.” 

Satan moves up with you, choosing to sit on his knees between your legs rather than his stomach. 

“I know that, I just didn’t want you to feel obligated.” He speaks with chosen words, slowly and carefully like he isn’t sure how to verbally express his thoughts.

“Obligated?” you raise a brow, “If I didn’t want to blow you, I’d tell you that. But I promise I genuinely want to make you cum in any way you’ll let me.”

“That’s-” Satan chuckles, “That is very crass.”

You shrug, “But honest.”

“Yes, I suppose.” He sighs, “I understand how you feel, but I imagine demonic genitalia would be daunting to a human. It's not… it’s nothing like humans.”

“Oh?” You sit up fully, placing a hand on his chest, signalling for him to lay back, “Then let me unravel this mystery, yeah?”

“That’s cheesy.” yet he lays down anyways. 

“Is it okay if I remove your pants?” You dip just your fingertips under his waist band.

“You know I’d never object to you stripping me.”

“I know.” You hum, smiling.

Slowly, tantalizingly, you pull down his pants, taking his boxers with them. 

And whatever smart remark or poor joke you had on the tip of your tongue dies the instant his cock comes out.

Half hard, you think.

You aren’t sure what you expected, or if you had any real preconceptions at all. But small spike-like bumps staring from the base going up the borrow side of his cock was not what you had in mind.

The black designs swirling around his base and mark of the way up his shaft was also unexpected, if not extremely beautiful.

“It’s okay-” Satan reaches a hand down to pull his boxers back up. You slap that hand away so damn quick.

You almost think his cock twitches. 

“Do all demons… do most demons stray so far from human aesthetics as well?” you rub a hand over his thigh, eyes still tracing the cock slowly growing harder and harder in front of you.

“I suppose, there's a wide variety of differences between demons, but most look different than humans.” His voice is already breathy, watching you as you watch him.

“May I?” You hover a hand over his now hardened cock, looking up to make eye contact.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” Satan lets out a shaky breath.

With a careful hand, you slowly pump up and down, what you can only assume is precum quickly forming at the tip. 

You exhibit no hesitation in leaning down and licking the underside of his shaft, and hearing the noise Satan makes only drives you desire further to make him cum.

Next mystery: How similar is demon cum to human cum?

Thank you for reading! If you feel extra financially stable today, feel free to tip me here! I hope all your horny escapades are lovely and fufilling, lots of love and stay safe <33

mammon

- he acts offended that you would even think he'd want to try something like that out. you've seen his search history. you are no fool.

- it takes about 2 minutes of soft touches and whispering in his ear about how pretty he would look under you before he surrenders

- doggy is his fav. yes i am making a joke abt him being a puppy but also if he looks at you for too long while you're thrusting into him he'll immediately cum hands free

- will push back in time with your thrusts to ensure you hit the deepest spots

- likes when you leave hickeys on his back and shoulders. in return, he'll scratch your back up <3

- play with his nipples while you're inside him and it's over. he gets loud, writhing underneath you with pleasure

- wants to suck on your fingers too. stick two down his throat and pull his head back while you dick him down you won't regret it

- HATESSS cockwarming so that's your go-to punishment. he will whine and squirm the whole time until you finally give in and fuck him til he's drooling

leviathan

- he gets a nosebleed when you ask him

- you hardly bat an eye (he passed out the first time he saw you shirtless), telling him you'll go slow and walk him through it.

- he is not brave enough to tell you he knows all about the wonderful world of prostate stimulation

- spends like 2 hours in the shower prepping. this has to be perfect or he will literally die mc you don't understand

- insists on prepping himself, but after four seconds of you watching him he breaks and covers his face with both hands

- if you put his legs over your shoulders his dick twitches non-stop, ankles wrapped tight behind your neck

- SO fucking loud when you hit his prostate. you have to cover his mouth with your hand immediately or you'll have a very angry Lucifer at the door

- cockwarming while he plays video games. you thrust up every so often to throw him off, letting him cum into your palm when he wins

satan

- he's a give and take kinda guy; he'll let you peg him if he gets to try that one thing he's always wanted to with you

- when you initally stick the tip in, his claws immediately come out and shred the sheets beneath him. oops.

- likes missionary, but also riding you. he wants it to be as intimate as possible more often than not. eye contact is huge for him

- mark him up🗣️ if you leave bites along his back, stomach and thighs that only you two will see you won't be leaving the bed until at least noon the next day

- if you ever convince him to try doggy, he likes it when you pull his hair back. he won't admit it, but the growl he lets out tells you everything

- making him read a book? while you peg him? and between every work he lets out this pretty little moans? thoughts?

- likes when you talk him through it. praise or (light) degradation, it doesn't matter - just talk

- when he's pissed, he prefers fucking you. when he's feeling soft, that's when he wants you inside him <3

asmodeus

- yes please he has been WAITING for this day

- he alr knows exactly what strap he wants you to wear, the best lube to use, etc. he's been dreaming of this day for a long time

- any position will satisfy him, so he's more concerned about what you wanna see. and if that's him bent over, ass red and teary-eyed, who is he to say no?

- you're gonna be trying out every pose anyways until your muscles scream. his personal favorite is reverse cowgirl, but he'll let you pick too!

- mirror sex mirror sex mirror sex. bonus points if you film it too, so he can watch it back back and get the full view. he likes to see himself stretch around your dick

- SO loud. you cover his mouth so he doesn't alert the whole house and he purposefully pushes his hips back so the thrusts are louder. brat.

- if you let him, he'll finger you while you're inside him. sometimes he'll grab a dildo, always matching his movements with yours

- he wants to be completely full. shove a gag in his mouth, a rod in his dick, and bend him over the bed. he'll cry out his thank you's later

beelzebub

- he would crush his hand under a rock if it made you happy. uh- i mean, yes! you can peg him :)

- he'll let you put him in any position you can physically manage. if you think you can hold him up against the wall, go crazy!

- throw some whipped cream on it and let him suck you off. he'll stay down there for hours if you want

- likes to hold your hand! you know he's getting close when his fingers start twitching and his grip tightens

- another size king. he can take a lot with little prep, and he wants to - he likes the stretch mixed with your soft hands on him

- he's the most vocal when you've got him bent over the bed, grunting and whining with every sharp thrust

- never ever difficult or hesitant. he trusts you fully, knows you want to make him feel good, and that you'll get plenty of enjoyment yourself

- pls pls pls kiss him when you initially push into him he might cry

belphegor

- i just feel it in my bones that he's been in his own ass before, so it doesn't take a ton of convincing to get him on board. he's saying no at first purely to piss you off

- he totally pretends to be bored. he'll dramatically yawn if you aren't quite literally ruining him, or egg you on with a "Tired already?" as he's done nothing but lazily jerk himself off

- PRONE BONE !!!!! PRONE BONE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- he won't even lift his hips to meet yours most of the time. he wants you to do all the work cus he's THE brat of all time

- likes to shove his face into his pillow so you can't hear his little moans. he knows you want to, and he also knows this will lead to you roughly pulling his head back by his hair. matter of fact, he counted on it.

- he will never admit how hard it gets him when you force his legs together with your own as you're bottoming out. in similar fashion, he whines if you pull him back on your dick as you're already balls deep, forcing him to feel everything

- cums hands free more often than not. touching his dick in this state usually just overstimulates him past the point of pleasure anyways