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- you can request as many characters as you like but if I can’t manage it, I might cut some out or do them another time

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BELPHIES LITTLE HAIR CLIP!!! HIS PLUSHIE!!

!NSFW!

I saw something about eating Belphegor out so like?? how can I not write that lmao

feel free to send asks / requests

features:

gn!reader x boypussy!Belphie, oral sex, light punishment, pact use, apologies, bruising, biting, no reader orgasm written

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“Nooo, can’t think.”, Belphegor whined uselessly against your wanton tongue, hips grinding up against nothing as you forced them down.

The way your fingers enveloped his lower belly, pressing down and feeling him up, had him aching to cum already and ever the impatient youngest brother, he whined and pleaded to get his way.

On most nights you would’ve listened, been soft and easy on him as he flexed his thin lips in a pitiful frown. Now though?

He’d embarrassed you at the dinner table, spilling all the ways he’s taken you to Asmo and Beel with a smug little grin, describing the sounds you’d made with the detail of an author writing a lengthy, erotic scenario just to rile his siblings up, to taunt them that you’d chosen him.

You forced his thighs apart and back into the mattress, exposing his aching cunt below you, slick with arousal just from you demeaning him. A secret masochist is still a masochist after all.

“Who do you think you are? Going around telling everyone of the ways I can’t walk due to you? Well let’s see about how you fare without that magic of yours, hm?”

You ghost a breath over him, the scent of his arousal pungent and sweet. “I could hold you here all night.” “You wouldn’t.”, he wavers, like just thinking about it makes him squirm. “Ah, ah, Belphie. Stay!”

He froze, bearing his fangs to thrash at the pact that forced him still. “Y-you can’t— not like this. I wanna feel you!” Cocking your head at him, your fingers grazed his desperate hole and he almost mewled upon impact. “Please— please!”

And mercifully you let the pact holding onto him dissolve, running like sand through your open hand. He sat up immediately, kissing you. Starved and drooling you’d almost thought he was the Avatar of another carnal sin. “Pleh- please?” You forced his chin up, cheeks puffing up in that signature pout. “Please what, Belphie?” “Mhmmm!” He kicked his leg and raised his hips to bump against yours. “Use your words, Belphie.” You felt like teasing him tonight. “Fuck me. C’mon.”, he spat, his patience thinning with each move you made.

“No.” He shuddered as you dove into his skin, peppering kisses along his lower belly over the soft indigo fuzz that formed a thin happy trail down to the flesh you yearned to devour.

He let out a gasp, caught off guard but somewhat pleased you finally touched him. “This is payback.”, you mumbled warmly, breathing in the mix of slick and sweat that’d formed between his thighs.

You pressed a kiss to his mound before graciously peeking your tongue out just enough to part his sensitive folds. Belphie twitched, an uncoordinated movement of his thighs had your neck enveloped in a leg-lock and you weren’t sure you could even blame him because you wanted to devour Belphegor just as badly.

Still, this was supposed to be a punishment, so you withdrew from his sopping cunt as much as you were able to, biting into the fat of his inner thigh and leaving a bruise that almost matched the deep indigo tone of his hair. He let out a low cry, his voice close to cracking as he tensed his muscles, furthering their grip on you.

“You want this, don’t you? The pain feels good.” You weren’t sure if he heard you, be it the dazed and distant look in his eyes or the way you were forced against his skin, effectively muffling your voice.

Delicately swirling your tongue over his swollen clit, you finally got the reaction you were hoping for. He arched up into you, a stifled sob half-stuck in his throat while his lips were red and flushed from how hard he’d bitten them. You felt your tummy flutter and your confidence rose steadily as you cupped his tummy as best as you could and lapped at his throbbing cunt with maddening fervor.

What little restraint your demon had shown had completely dissipated now, broken sobs and moans the pitch of some hooker sprang from his lips with every twist, lap and turn from your tongue inside him.

You were barely conscious at this point, surely looking as dazed as he did, pussydrunk and high off the pheromones his slick contained.

Demons were dangerously seductive, even if lust wasn’t their main department like with succubi or incubi, their intentions were to corrupt and that was what their bodies were made for.

Your nose dug in as you forced your tongue deeper inside. You’d have added your fingers by now if the man below you wasn’t dead-set on drowning you in pussy but you were too into the fulfilling, lewd reactions to care at this point. You felt his release approach as his thighs shook and his breath shuddered in unison, hips too weak to keep curving into you. “P-please, please— I… I’m sorry!—“, he breathed wildly, sniffling and struggling to form coherent words. “For what?”, you tried teasing but you were barely audible against him.

“For bragging-ah— I’m sorry! For telling everyone! Oh… I’m sorry- I’m sorry—“, his voice broke as you dug your nails into him, holding him steadily as you flicked your tongue against him. Belphie’s hips twitched one last time before his thighs tightened so hard around your head you think it might pop like a watermelon. This was a pain you were willing to endure, only to hear the muffled, broken sobs of the Avatar of Sloth below you.

He slackened and you gasped for air, chin wet with drool and his arousal. You sat up, taking a minute to appreciate your work.

His fucked-out expression, the faint bruises on his lower belly and hips in the pleasant form of your fingertips, the indent of your teeth on his left thigh that stood out darkly against pale skin.

yes! I’m still getting through requests currently and I’m kinda taking my time with editing and tweaking stuff until I’m happy with the outcome myself :-)

I hope the wait will be worth it lol

ur writing is 💥🔥💪✨️💯 hell yeah

I've never actually done this b4, so im a little nervous, but could i mb request a levi general relationship hcs,

with an.......oc👉👈🫣👀...............of mine.........

perchance? >゜))))彡

here's some info on him^^:

name: Uriel.

species: angel.

some general info: one of the exchange students from the Celestial Realm, and Heaven's very own Engineer in Chief! seraph and patron of wisdom, knowledge, and the arts; he's a kinda 'closeted' otaku who isn't really open about his interests to strangers, because he likes to appear mature, aloof, and kind of holier-than-thou. (edgeworth core iykyk)

he also has prophetic nightmares which tend to keep him up at night semi-often, and the tendency to be somewhat arrogant, because he holds this belief that he knows best of everyone what 'good'/'correct' looks like, and what is best for everyone. a bit of a control freak/perfectionist and know-it-all.

(also may or may not be the man behind those fuckass brainwashing bangles the bros got once in that one event, per my hc of him. bc i dont remember their origin ever being given out in-game; disregard if it ever was, or if you just aren't comfortable with the implication; would be 100 understandable, and honestly isn't a crucial detail at all).

he is also very reasonable and calm most of the time, knows what he's doing (or is sure that he does), etc etc, & gets less cold and reserved with people he can trust. often feels more awkward/shy than he looks.

big fan of most human media - both japanese/asian and non - technology, machinery, and strategy games.

and dunno if you would like some info on appearance as well, so i'll just include some random bulletpoints, and you are free to use any of those little factoids if you feel like it🎶

• he's pretty tall! i hesitate to give out numbers, since the om devs never did, but i do envision him as being taller than levi by a bit😆

• indian phenotype (i would just say he's indian, but angels do not have human countries or races/the setting makes this kinda irrevelant imo. fun fact, tho!)

• mans hair is curly and long. like, reaches-his- ankles-when-loose long. and he's a redhead🎶. (another fun fact: this design choice was inspired by the 'original' Uriel being associated with light, from in his name - which translates to smth like 'God is My Flame/Light' - to his attributes - sun disk, fire in hand, flaming sword, etc.. this just felt like an obvious call to make😆)

• he is missing one arm (from the shoulder down) and one leg (from the knee down) and an eye. the limbs have been lost in incidents of the Great Celestial (Civil) War, and he refuses to give a reason for the eye loss.

• the limbs are also substituted by prostheses, which he made himself.

sorry for the longpost^^'

its totes ur call whether to take my req or not, obviously, but either way, even if u choose not to, no hard feelings!! I am already v grateful for another om x reader writer blong and for this chance to yap abt one of my sillies to someone🙏 hes so weird i love him.

oh, amd if you're taking anons, can I be 💥🔥✨️/or 💥🔥 anon

Leviathan x angel!OC

tysm for the post I honestly loved all the details and it was a fun thing to try!

if you’d be so kind as to tell me the name of the event you were referencing I’d be more than willing to write more, I just couldn’t find it myself

not quite sure how accurate this is to what you had in mind but I tried my very best!

I assumed you meant a romantic relationship?? hopefully :’))

for 💥🔥 anon ♡

feel free to send asks and requests !!

this request features:

Leviathan x OC, references to past injuries, mentions of the Celestial War, fluff, romance

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when Leviathan first saw Uriel he was a bit intimidated, a strong, tall and wise angel with the wounds to prove he’d been in battle? soo cool but oh so unapproachable

not to say Levi was never one to just go up to people to chat

they first get to talking in a shared class, something something complaining about old timey Devildom tech and how it annoyed Levi, somehow the angel had tuned in, agreed with a calculated look and calm tone of voice, he offered to update the system himself

Levi’s inferiority complex strikes as the many trophies of battle that Uriel shows freely come into view, his serene face along with the cool and steady tone he speaks with make Levi shrivel in on himself (he was the admiral of the Devildom navy how wasn’t he that badass?)

so when the two stay after class and Uriel’s facade slips just a bit, revealing quite the nerd, rambling about the new improvements in human tech and how revolutionary they are, Levi’s shoulders loosen up for once

what should’ve been an easy, quick program update turned into tangents and rambling about interests

“So you’re saying you spend all that time in your room playing only life simulators? Now that surely isn’t advisable.”, Uriel leaned over curiously, his loosely braided amber hair spilling out in seemingly endless waves over his shoulders.

“Wha— don’t judge…”, the other replied, feeling like some tsundere stereotype.

“I’m really not, I just think you should try the real thing or at least update your graphic card and sound system if you want it to be a more fulfilling experience.”

“I just— what if I mess up IRL? Not like I can reload a save and make everyone forget the embarrassing things I say!”, Levi gestured wildly.

“I’ve known you for an hour and a half and you’ve yet to make me cringe.” The angel’s eye softened for just a moment.

Levi averted his gaze and bit his inner cheeks, huffing some unintelligible little insult towards himself

he can’t help but admit the angel looks better with his guard down and he hates himself for thinking it

Levi thinks they’ll never talk again after that and every following thought will be nothing more than immature daydreaming

to his surprise they do talk again

a few months in and they even call sometimes, gaming together late into the night

one night when Uriel’s nightmares had gotten especially bad and he was online later than usual, Levi took notice and called him up on Divinitycord offering to play some tower defense games

it was the subtlety that Uriel appreciated, no dishonesty or prying questions, just the comfort he needed without any of the intrusion

Leviathan relates to him quietly, the Celestial war had been long and arduous and it had certainly robbed them both of a lot

he’d never say it aloud but Levi starts writing, sketching and bringing his thoughts about the mysterious angel to paper

‘sometimes I wish I had as many beautiful scars as he has’ accompanied by a sketch of the side of Uriel’s face, the crevice below his eye, the faint indents of a curling scar along his dark skin shaded with care, etched in lead across ancient papyrus

Leviathan would never admit that the way the angel dwarves him is secretly making him feel like the main lead of a romance anime, getting to know the mysterious and tall love interest, it makes him giddy in a way he’d never dare utter aloud, lest he be called a pervert

they both get to know eachother slowly, tentatively taking each step with Levi’s hesitance and Uriel’s dutiful demeanor

both share war stories over late night chats like they’re smalltalk and both ramble in their private little chat rooms over the new unfolding twists of some human world anime that drops new episodes every week

they fall in love without a rush, first and foremost becoming friends, until their affection grows steadily

their calls turn to hang-outs isolated from the others as Levi prefers not to let his brothers tease him over inviting an angel to the house of Lamentation which technically isn’t allowed anyway

they share interests, secrets, inside jokes, all in due time

touch is difficult, as Levi’s nervousness grows around the topic noticeably but they ease into a quick brush of their hands or a thumb stroking over one’s forearm over time

if Uriel should ever experience phantom sensations or pain from his amputations, Leviathan will offer to soothe the skin through touch despite his bright red ears and the quickened beating of his heart

and when Leviathan’s envy threatens to rear it’s ugly head, when his thoughts drift back to comparison and self-deprecation, Uriel scolds him firmly and logically dissects his innermost insecurities

“I can’t do anything right, can I? I will never be as muscular as Beel or as studious as Satan. What more am I than a worthless otaku?”

“You know that isn’t true. Your words will only ring true once you believe it yourself and I, for one, won’t let you believe such nonsense.”

when another prophetic dream strikes Uriel in the middle of the night, accelerating his heartbeat and forming sweat beads on his forehead in rivulets, Leviathan somehow manages to keep him grounded, be it through his rambling or through the distractions he offers in forms of games, shows and movies that he has way too much knowledge about

overall they tend to steady each other evenly, managing to comfort one another in times of hardship, especially because of their differences they end up being the rock the other one needs at the moment

but they also have interests that align, allowing them to infodump to each other for hours on end, to feel not-so-nerdy and less alone together

be it the friendship that blossomed in that fateful classroom one day or the relationship that steadily entwined their hearts in a mushier and warmer way than both would’ve ever imagined from this exchange program

MY MENNNN

I’m currently dying of period cramps so I’m lowk out of the loop but damn they rejuvenate me

how are you?

Excited for all the cool headcanons that people will ask you about?

If it's not a problem I’d like to request something (headcanons or fic, whatever you feel like turning this little Idea into) including the seven brothers with a fem!MC who has the oldest daughter demeanor possibly due to trauma and a difficult relationship with her parents (both daddy and mommy issues. "One traumatised me by leaving, the other by staying"). I feel like, she would inevitably start "parenting" them without even realising it, resulting in her getting emotionally tired, sour, paranoid and acting like her parents (which only makes her self loathing worse). And I don't think she would easily get along with Lucifer, who probably reminds her of her parents too (poor man. He's just trying to make everything work, let's not mix him up with trash). I feel like both of them always gripping on the little control they have left, makes them so similar they inevitably clash into eachother.

And don't let me start about Belphie. He's at the receiving end of the worst of her anger issues after lesson 16.

Despite that, she truly cares about them (...well Belphie maybe a little bit less. He's too spoiled for her liking and she's not big at forgiving and forgetting)

[Mammon has a little big place in my cold heart, just saying... not hinting at any favouritism whatsoever (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)]

I hope I specified everything and followed the rules properly. Feel free to ignore it if you don't like the idea!

Don't forget to drink water and rest!

Byee✨

f!MC who’s the “oldest daughter”

I’m kind of nervous about not living up to expectations but I’m also very excited about the influx of new ideas and inspo!

I’ve gotten some very cool stuff :))

I tried to keep MC’s past vague so most people can identify with it!

thank you !!

feel free to send asks and requests !!

this features:

mentions of family trauma, implied child abuse/neglect, angst, comfort

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MC had a skewed outlook on parental figures ever since her own childhood

she had to act grown from a young age and now she falls into that role more often than not, it’s instinct at this point

be it berating the Prince of Hell at their very first meeting or unabashedly criticizing Lucifer at the dinner table

her responsible behavior only accelerates around the brothers since they tend to make rash and impulse-led decisions

it makes relations difficult at first, the way she seems to show no fear of demons and instead goes right to ‘correcting’ their behavior with that stern demeanor

but what if her facade cracks?

MC finds it hard to deal with Lucifer, especially his strict and authoritative nature makes her recoil inward and act defensive

Lucifer notices the distance that MC establishes and can’t help but feel a bit confused

is he too scary? has he said something hurtful?

he isn’t too used to being careful around people and it sorta hurts his pride that he seemingly isn’t as sought after as his brothers by this human exchange student

when MC ultimately snaps and goes on a tangent about how she’s been treated and how she’s tried her best to help them, Lucifer realizes that she holds herself to the same impossible standards that he does himself

he lets MC get all her feelings out, not afraid to act as a punching bag for the moment

after the outburst he assures her that she needs rest and let’s her off the hook for any chores that week in an attempt to ease her stress

he doesn’t hear it through MC but he does gain insight on her trauma and keeps his voice down intentionally around her

MC doesn’t really appreciate that either, since she isn’t some skittish little animal that needs to be cooed at but she prefers it to his otherwise sharp tone

Mammon’s kinda into it

the way MC’s voice drops an octave and gets all commanding

but he also recognizes fairly quickly that she’s way too serious and internally stuck-up to not have trauma

not that MC doesn’t scold him for scamming people or putting all his money on the line again but she does defend him from Lucifer often enough to let him believe she’s got a favorite

safe to say scary MC has gotten Mammon out of strung-up-on-the-ceiling time more times than he can count

he thinks twice about going gambling now, since he knows he’s gonna get a stern talking-to if he loses all his money again

but he pushes her to heal her inner child as well, spending time watching cartoons together, eating junk food and building pillow forts

MC seems intent on keeping up with the housework to appease the others so Mammon sighs and huffs and acts like he doesn’t want to, but helps her all the same

when MC breaks down from exhaustion he is there, by her side, because what kind of first would he be if he just let her exhaust herself?

when she’s safely cooped up in her bedroom, Mammon brings her little snacks and trinkets to cheer her up again

once MC opens up to him, he can’t help but feel a mixture of rage and regret for the little girl she must’ve been, way too young to be taking on the weight of the world and yet needing to be strong despite it

so it’s only payback that he defends MC to hell and back to any and all other demons who dare gossip about her

Leviathan’s baffled, his jaw is on the floor when he gets to see snappy MC for the first time

he scurries away like a rat, swearing on “never talking to human normies again!”

it isn’t even her scolding him specifically, he (subtly) leaves the room if she ever gets upset or preachy with anyone at all!

he starts getting lectures about his screen time and lack of social interactions while shriveling up like a dehydrated sponge

he grows to understand her though, although it takes a really long time for him to approach MC out of his own volition

Levi feels more at ease taking clear orders so sometimes it’s more productive to boss him around

he likes that MC is upfront and admires her as he kind of sees himself as a failure of an older brother since he’s so timid

when MC opens up about her past he can’t help but feel guilty that he romanticized and idolized her that much, since she went through so much to be the person she is today

Levi takes notice when her patience runs thin and her eye twitches because she’s been up late, he tries to watch some cozy anime with her and waits strategically until MC falls asleep to get her work done

when he freaks out about his interests and gets loud and exited a small ‘shh’ from MC suffices for him to tone it down

he’s also a smug little shit sometimes so he and MC occasionally team up to catch the others slacking off or breaking rules

Satan struggled to get along with MC at first, her need for order and the similarities to Lucifer make him tense

though he sees that sliver of self-doubt, the way MC caves inward when the others argue, expecting worse

he can’t help but feel his interest spark when he notices her snapping at Lucifer

since Satan is usually composed and calm MC tends to take little issue with him

Satan notices her behavior, connecting it to the human psychology books he’d spend a few hundred years getting through

when he notices MC take on too much of a workload he just guides her away by the shoulders and assures her it’ll get done

MC doesn’t need to explain herself to him, which is somehow comforting and odd all at the same time

Satan retroactively researches childhood trauma and how to come to terms with its consequences, subtly implementing a few regulatory tactics

Asmodeus thinks MC is stuck-up at first and he admits to it in that blunt and honest Asmo way

he isn’t stupid though, as much as he likes to weaponize his incompetence, he picks up on the way MC looks at Lucifer and how she holds herself to a much higher standard than anyone else

the need for perfection isn’t an unknown desire to the Avatar of Lust but he knows that too much pressure can crack even a diamond

as soon as he sees the dark circles beneath her eyes, the crease between her brows and the way she overexerts herself, he’s snatching her away to his room for a spa night

he’s intent on spoiling her with face masks and juicy gossip while blackmailing his brothers on his D.D.D. to have them get her chores done

he cares about MC, truly, but he will not let icky dust get underneath those freshly manicured nails of his!

as MC opens up about her past, Asmo vocally criticizes her parents’ behavior with MC, it devolves into a colorful and therapeutic shit-talking match

Beel thinks it’s kinda funny to see a mere human boss him around like a parent

such a small one at that

he loves it when MC cooks for the brothers but notices how she always fills her plate last and it makes him wonder if that’s just human manners or her putting everyone else’s needs above her own

when MC is at her breaking point, frustrated and angry, Beel invites her to work out with him

be it boxing or lifting weights, he finds it quite rejuvenating to deal with his feelings through physical means

he also makes sure MC gets extra snacks and thorough rest after, deliberately keeping the other brothers off her back

when finding out about her childhood, Beelzebub looks unbearably sad, reassuring MC that she has a “new family” now and trapping her in a bear hug

Belphegor has a difficult time regaining MC’s trust after the incident

she refuses to be alone in a room with him, much less accept any and all attempts at apologizing

Belphegor notices how she busies herself to stay away from him and can’t help but grow irritated at her seemingly endless motivation

he expects her venom but he’s still annoyed by MC’s remarks and her distrust in him

though he soon learns it’s much more complicated than that

one night when MC had fallen asleep on the couch in their common room, Belphie couldn’t help but sit beside her

she twitched in her sleep, clearly not in a restful slumber, more a frenzied nightmare

he knew it was another breach of privacy, another reason for her not to trust him, but he reached inside MC’s dreams and found the cause of her unease

he saw MC getting screamed at, eating alone, scanning the crowd for her parents but recognizing no one, he felt sick to his stomach

shaken, he forced a waft of calm to come over her, lulling her into a dreamless, restful sleep

the guilt gnaws away at him now, how he must’ve only made her trauma worse

decides to stop the teasing, letting her approach him when she is ready

aka Obey Me! aftercare headcanons!

(slighty) !NSFW!

I can’t help myself but add angst every time I write something lmao, this is the first time I’ve written for all of them and if you have any questions about my characterization of them don’t hesitate to ask! I love comments :D

feel free to send asks and requests !!

this features:

gn!reader x all Obey Me! brothers, vaguely sexual content, slight angst/insecurity

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Lucifer

giving

he gets quiet after

sure to tend to each bruise and mark you have

cleans up with a warm, damp towel

buries his nose into your nape after he’s done

inhales your scent and watches you breathe for a long time

his hands are cold so if you squirm when he touches you, he hovers over your form with a hesitant look, not daring to touch until you reassure him

deeply caring, just not very vocal about it

waits until you settle to be able to rest calmly himself

receiving

he feels embarrassed at first and isn’t sure if you’re going to tease him

all fragile, breathing hard and fast with his eyes darting around

feels a mix of shame and love as you wipe him down, reassuring him repeatedly

not the type to stay down for long as he immediately offers to help clean the mess and gets up before you deny him

sometimes he stumbles though, you catch him, steady him, reassure him and guide him back to bed

he can’t help but release a deep sigh when you curl up against him, his eyes half-lidded and his posture lazy

he won’t say ‘thank you’ outright but he will display his gratitude through his actions

he won’t let you give without giving something back in return, his pride won’t allow an uneven exchange

be it gifts, favors or a switch up in the bedroom dynamic, he will not lose

Mammon

giving

he’s very talkative in bed and that doesn’t lessen after the act

he, quite frankly, couldn’t care less how sweaty, messy and stained you were, the first thing he does is nuzzle up to you, leans into your shoulder or meets your forehead with a gentle bump of his

“—hah, hahh, you’re so cute, ain’t’cha? All fucked out and breathy.”

though he himself is still catching his breath

only after you voice your desire to clean up before going to bed, is he even attempting to move from his designated resting spot

he’s stupid so he thinks you’ll be fine if you just get up to get something

his smug face drops when he sees you stumble, struggling to stay upright

“GAHH—“ he’s by your side in an instance and apologizes dumbly for letting you fall

the smugness™ doesn’t fade though, cuz now he knows he fucked you so good your legs threatened to give out

you both fall asleep rather quickly after he helped you and made dumb jokes about his tongue being able to provide suitable cleanup as well

receiving

huffing like a DOGG

he may get incredibly whiny and clingy and desperate for your praise if you were being especially mean to him in bed

though who are we kidding he’d do that anyway

will refuse to let go of you for at least ten minutes

rubbing against your shoulder, licking along your neck and palm while his tongue still hangs out, piercing scraping against your skin

he cannot and will not get up from that bed, nope, you’ve fucked him too hard, nope, he’s a goner if he leaves the confines of this soft mattress

spoil him a little, no?

complains when you clean him and urges you to come back to bed

Leviathan

giving

very jittery and stiff after, he honestly can’t believe that you actively choose him like this

he strokes your hair and back because that seems like a solid start, right?

every ounce of dom performance left his body with his cum

he offers you his biggest comfort hoodie because that always makes him feel better and safe

rushes to get you a towel, calling himself an idiot if you want to get cleaned up before putting on clothes

puts on some show for you both to watch in the background while he traces your back beneath the fabric

“I— uh sorry, if I was too much. But you were perfect.”

freezes up, cringing at how that line sounded like someone from a romantic shojo anime

receiving

he looks at you like you hung the stars, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide and glassy

it takes a bit for that effect to wear off, he’s just starstruck and slowed down

you’d be really smart to act upon any and all cleanup attempts now, since he’d be too embarrassed to otherwise

he comes to his senses and blushes instantly, apologizing for being a such a ‘stupid mess’, such a ‘useless partner’ so shut him up

he’s shaky and unsure, seeking your physical closeness and the beating of your heart to calm him down

you both watch something to fall asleep and he closes his eyes, face warming up as you grace the crown of his head with a tiny peck

Satan

giving

firm, attentive and proper

he insists on checking up with you verbally (because he’s internally terrified to hurt you)

he wouldn’t mind carrying you to the shower, even if he doesn’t have a separate one in his room

if you’re comfortable showing off your relationship he’d just proudly carry you to the main bathroom that everyone shares, specifically to see the displeased scowl on Lucifer’s face

if you’re shy or nervous and don’t feel comfortable being on display like that he’d speak with Asmo who would lend him his private, spacey bathtub

he’d insist on doing all of the work while making sure to give you appreciative compliments

“You deserve rest, just relax your shoulders and lose this tightness in your muscles honey.”

massages you in bed until either you or him fall asleep

receiving

he’s taken aback, quiet but close

he firmly keeps you atop him and presses against you in such a way you’d think he wanted to join bodies

he prefers showers with you but gets lazy and doesn’t complain if you opt for a washcloth

let’s you do the work while caressing your face every time you’re within arms reach

he’s not vocal but there’s no shame in his eyes either

thoroughly into the romantic and emotional aspect of aftercare and loves how couple-y you interlock your fingers with his

he kisses your collarbone lazily, draped around you like a cat, eyes half lidded and on the way to dreamland

Asmodeus

giving

coos and croons at you, warmly blowing his breath against your ear to make you shiver even after you’ve given him your all

teases you before picking you up in a surprising display of strength for someone with such thin arms

he showers you, in compliments and in the new Majolish-hyped rose shampoo that he wanted to try out that day

massages your head and nape while drawing little hearts to your skin with his freshly manicured nails

he loves to spoil you, so expect to be blanketed-up like a newborn and fed chocolate covered fruits until you finally slump against him, too tired for more pampering

he exhales softly, fondness palpable in his downturned eyes

“Ah, my sweet. It seems like I really outdid myself this time, huh? ♡”

receiving

such a pleased little smile on his lips, with his gloss all smudged and his eyeshadow decorating the pillow moreso than his eyelids

sprawled out and practically preening under your praise

he demands more and can get quite bratty if you choose to indulge him

loves to be handled by you, flip him over, help him up, he’s all yours

loves to cuddle up to you bare, preferably after cleanup, because, y’know, hygiene, but he wouldn’t complain if you just pressed close to him right after sex, it’s intimacy he feels deeply within his core

you fall asleep in each other’s arms like two pieces of a puzzle, slotted together perfectly

Beelzebub

giving

you’re both sticky with sweat and he might take a deliberate lick of you

he holds you close, he’s not very talkative during these moments, if at all but his big and steady presence is good at calming nerves

makes sure you’re physically alright but he won’t get the idea to shower or get you something to clean off with until you propose it to him

he’s on his feet quickly though, scrambling for whatever you need

after he’s treated you with the care of a family heirloom Christmas ornament, he settles you on his belly

you listen to his heartbeat and the weird little digestion sounds, after a while your eyelids droop

“Mhm, goodnight, I love you.”

then you lose the fight against sleep

receiving

he’s a bit shy and remains mostly quiet after

he prefers to have you close to him so please don’t just go get stuff you think he needs right away or he’ll pout

he’ll lean into you, humming lowly, until you and him are breathing together

you’d be golden if you brought him some food along with a washcloth, that was a whole workout!

it’s a mutual praising match with you two

“And you did so amazing, Beel.”

“I just— laid there, you were the amazing one.”

part his sweaty, ginger bangs and place a soft forehead kiss against the sweat slick strands, his eyes will soften

he prefers to sleep against you, be it spooning, you atop him, him on you, he just likes to feel as physically close as possible as you both rest together

Belphegor

giving

needs a sec himself, flopping down to process his high

after that he’s attentive in his usual lazy way, caressing your wrist with his thumb, feeling your pulse hammer against his skin

he presses close to you, refusing to move an inch even if you want to get cleaned up first, he needs this, and he knows you do too

only after much convincing and complaining will he budge and clean you up

after that he’s superglued to you though, you will not get up, you will cuddle with him and you will like it!

he goes soft, reflecting on the trust you put in him, so a few sleep addled compliments do reach your ears

“Y’know, you did well, no I’m not being sarcastic— Just shut up and sleep, my Eos.”

receiving

he doesn’t need aftercare, right?

he’s a powerful demon and he won’t ever be vulnerable enough with anyone for that to happen

but when it does happen he goes slack in your hold

he’s dazed and tired but your attention on him keeps him awake, firmly focused on each soft touch because he hasn’t been touched in a long time, not like this, no cruel intentions

he just stares as you clean him up

then he realizes this vulnerable tension and cracks a few bossy jokes to deflect from it

“Ah, a human at my beck and call.”

cuddles against you, head resting against your neck and even after you’ve dozed off he stares at the soft, vulnerable flesh there

this is very open ended so I might continue to add onto it in the future

rip my work break for this

feel free to send asks / requests !!

features:

gn!reader x Leviathan, slight angst, flirting

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He stared at you, biting his lip until he felt the warm taste of copper envelope his mouth. Levi was a yearner, through and through. He had liked you since you decided to listen to his endless yapping sessions while watching him game late into the night. He never dared utter a word of it, and much to his dismay, you were in exactly the same predicament.

So there you two were, chugging some off brand ‘devil fuel’ energy drink while longing in silence.

Almost silence. “—So her ULT is triggered after this bar has filled and then she can attack with crit rate—“, Levi rambled on and on, gesturing wildly and enthusiastically at the screen.

Your eyes were drawn to him, Levi’s effortless charisma, glued to his lips as he so animatedly spoke, the actual substance behind his words blurring into the background along with everything that wasn’t him.

“Hey? HELLO? This final boss is kicking my ass and you’re just set to idle animations!” You shook your head, dumbly staring back at the ‘GAME OVER’ screen. “Ah— sorry, been a long day, you know?”, you sighed, leaning back against comfy pillows while reaching for your caffeinated beverage. “—you don’t have to hang out with a lowlife like me so late at night. You can just go be a normie with a healthy sleep schedule or whatever.” You gently bumped his shoulder. “Shut up. And stop degrading yourself.”

A pause. Then, a hesitant joke. “That’s my job.” He stared at you before flushing a bit. “It feels less degrading and more appraising but with— mean words, when you do it.”, he answered shyly, averting his eyes. Your tense shoulders loosened up just a bit. A comfortable silence settled in, occasionally interrupted by pained grunts or high pitched attack combos as Levi resumed the game.

Your eyes followed him suit, drawn to the eyebags beneath his rounded eyes, to the slight bump on his nose, to the way he bit his lip in concentration. You caught yourself and forced your gaze away, back to the screen, back to the safe, sound world of never taking the risk. Little did you know that he was on the other side, to scared to take the leap towards you.

!NSFW!

This is so self indulgent LMAOO sorry

this features:

male! reader x Leviathan, dom! Levi, degradation / praise, crossdressing (reader), misgendering, spanking, no reader orgasm written

Repeated slaps of skin meeting skin could subtly be heard outside Levi’s room and if one wasn’t mistaken, it was you who’d last entered the otaku’s den, yet to return from the low, indirect LED lighting, the subtle bubbling of a fish tank and the slight backdrop noise of his PC’s fan.

“F-ffuCK-”, Levi’s voice broke halfway through whatever he wanted to say. “You look SO good in that. Absolutely stunning. Your seductive stats are like— off the rails. Too OP, too much.” There you lay, beneath him, in a small flimsy dress. You heaved for air, one fishnet clad leg useless aimed skyward as he held onto it, forcing your thighs apart with a strength you wouldn’t have assigned to him. “L-Levi.”, you stammered uselessly. “You’re so good at that. Playing your role perfectly. Such a good boy. Your dick looks so good against satin and lace.”, he praised with an effortless confidence you didn’t often get to see.

How had you ended up in this situation again?

Ah… you wanted to pay your shut-in boyfriend a little visit, a poorly thought-out idea, given his tendency to masturbate at ungodly hours to cringe and over-the-top hentai like a lunatic with inhuman stamina. You’d found him fawning over some busty anime girl and he’d eagerly shoved her cosplay in your face just to fulfill his fantasies.

You, the kind and benevolent boyfriend you were, agreed, of course. Now here you were, getting slammed into without further care or notice, with Levi treating your flat chest like the busty one on screen, suckling at you fondly from time to time. “Good girl, open up your legs wide for me. Wide for daddy.” You fought the urge to cringe internally, biting your lip and letting him manhandle you with the nimbleness of a gamer and the strength of some warlord. “N-not a girl—“, you forced out weakly, though that was the last coherent thought you had before he jerked you off as well as slammed into you like a jackhammer. “Fuckfuckfuck— ah, ah, but you’re so tight and soft. You fill out that little dress so well.” Drool slipped from your mouth, dribbling down your chin as you were getting fucked. A perfect dress-up doll for him.

Something within your brain broke. “Yea? I’m that good? Am I good, master? Am I?”, your voice sounded higher in pitch, almost petulantly whiny. Levi practically reverberated at your response, a huge dorky grin on his face. He brought his hand up, then slapped your thigh harshly, causing you to wince. He looked at you, eyes curiously fixed and pupils thinly slitted, taking in the way you writhed beneath him. “Levi that hurt…”, you whine, though the small smile on your lips didn’t seem to subside. “You don’t just hit an innocent girl.” He gently traced a finger up the leg that rested on his shoulder, placing soft kisses between skin and fishnets. “Sorry.”, he murmured. “— but by definition you really are more of a morally grey type character, since you keep trying to steal the main character away from her childhood best friend. You also have the antidote to the love potion in S3 EP9 and didn’t tell anyone.”

“Leviathan. Respectfully, shut up.”

He squeaked, noticing the tangent he went on, completely ignoring the beautiful sight beneath him. He pressed you back by your shoulders and squeezed what little there was to grab of boob. “Such pretty tits.” You sigh, staring up at him, he looked completely enamored with your form. Slowly his hips sped up, firmly and deeply he plowed into you while praising and cursing at you.

He forced himself lower down, almost chest to chest with you, which forced your leg and back into a mean arch. He suckled at your puffy, red nipples, enamored with the bite marks on your shoulders and chest, courtesy of his serpentine traits. “So pretty, so prettysopretty—“ You felt the burn of your muscles, a welcome pain, fueling the shaking that overtook your limp legs. “Such a good little whore, such a filthy girl.”, he blew a warm breath onto your spit-slick torso, causing you to whine again. “I’m—“, you huffed, your lungs barely getting enough air in this compromised position. “I’m a good girl.” Levi bit down on you hard, thrusts speeding up and losing cohesion and pace. He sounded like he was getting fucked into the soft, cushiony bathtub with the kind of sounds he produced. “Yea, yes. Yes, a good girl just for me—“, then he came abruptly and the sticky, warm sensation spurting into you felt oddly intimate and affectionate. It dribbled down your inner thighs, already slick from your precum and his previous attention to them. Your body was covered in nibbles, bite marks and him, laying atop you too fucked-out to form a coherent sentence.

!NSFW!

I wrote this in 30 mins while I was horny so it’s probably not my best but fuck it we ball

this features:

afab! reader x Mammon, period sex, degradation (by reader), light puppy kink (Mammon), no mention of reader’s genitalia

“You okay? Ain’t hurting?”, the words fell from Mammon’s pouty lips like apologies already, while your hormones were all over the place. “Shut the fuck up.”, you huffed and he looked like a kicked puppy. “Sorry.” “Nah I get it. You’re a bit spiky today, ain’tcha?” You sigh, rolling your hips to relieve the tiring pain in your abdomen. The towel beneath the both of you must’ve been soiled with your blood already. Good day not to be on laundry duty.

“It just fucking hurts. But the painkillers don’t do shit so I’m hoping this will.” He leaned forward, arching himself further into you and gently bumping your forehead with his. “An’ that’s what I’m here for. I’ll stress relieve ya so good, you won’t ever know you were in pain.” You snicker in response, leaning back a bit. “Thank you.” Mammon grinned dumbly. “I’d say I’d kick period pain in the ass, didn’t I?” “All talk.”, you rolled your eyes. He took the motivating little jab surprisingly well as he thrusted forward with renewed vigor, cradling your hips and pressing down on your swollen tummy with his thumbs. You groan, angling your legs beside his. “Just make me cum.” “All I’m good for, aye?” You smacked him lightly and he stared at you, speeding up his thrusts.

“Say it.”, he grumbled bashfully, focusing on your midriff instead of your face, which he only did when he was embarrassed. “Say what?” Mammon’s voice managed to be even smaller the next time around. “All ‘m good for.” You laughed, tugging him closer and whispering right up to him, the warmth of your words against the shell of his ear. “You’re only good for fucking me. That’s all you are. Just make me cum. I don’t give a damn if your dumb mutt body won’t.” He twitched inside of you so hard you felt it and it spurred him on even more. Tiny, weak huffs and grunts escaped him with every movement, causing wet squelching to follow after each slap of skin-to-skin. “‘M dumb, ‘m dumb.”, he mumbled again and again. “Fuck, you’re just a little eager fucking mutt aren’t you? Ready to obey and please?” “Yes, yes, yes. ‘M a dog. Dumb fuckin’ puppy.” You tugged him closer by his ivory locks, making him come inside you immediately.

“N-no, I’m sorry. ‘M sorry. I’ll make you cum. I’ll make you—“, he stammered out, lost in the need to impress and relieve you, though his following thrusts were shaky and uncoordinated. He was making that face you loved, huffing up a storm while hazy-eyed and blissfully dumb. You felt the tight coil of pleasure and the hollow tang of pain inside you.

“I’m close.”, you sighed, almost relieved. Mammon licked at your neck as he leant to rest his head there, the movements now jerky and abrupt. Your grip on his biceps tightened, when had it wandered there? “Ah, ohh, fuck—”, you shook all over for a moment, body shuddering involuntarily as you tipped over that white blurry edge of your vision. “Good, oh my god, you’re so—“, you huffed, the pain subsiding quite a bit, pushed to the side by the intensity of your orgasm. “I would appreciate if you didn’t bring my father into this, not really into—“ You smacked him again, though all the playful fight had drained out of you, a weak huff remaining. “You jerk.” “No, your jerk.”, he schmoozed up to you, nuzzling at your jugular for a minute.