You sometimes forget how strong demons really are. You never thought of them as your equal from the start, because you are only a human, a fragile one at that. You know you can get hurt easily, crushed by things they would barely notice, even if you try your best to protect yourself. Most of the time, they are careful, but there are moments when they forget that your body is not made to handle their strength.
One time, you were talking with Diavolo, standing close as he laughed loudly at something you said. He laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, and without thinking, he gave you a friendly pat on the back.
It sent you straight to the ground. You hit the floor before you even realized what happened. Diavolo froze, then panicked, immediately apologizing over and over, fussing over you with so much guilt that he completely forgot for a moment that his strength was never normal to begin with.
Another time, Belphie was asleep with his head on your lap. You were relaxed, gently playing with his hair, until he shifted in his sleep and his demon tail suddenly slapped your face.
Mammon, who was right beside you, immediately shouted at Belphie for hurting you. Later, when you checked, there was a bruise forming on your cheek. You didnât even expect it to bruise.
You and Levi were late for a convention, and he grabbed your arm and started running, panic pushing him forward as he dragged you along. It was only later that you noticed the marks on your arm, dark and sore from how tightly he held you. None of them ever meant to hurt you, but moments like these reminded you again and again that you are human, and they are demons.
You ended up scolding them again and command them to not touch you for a week because there are bruises everywhere, you need to let it heal somehow or else people gonna assume the worse.
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The game talks about how the brothers often end up sneaking in MC's room to hang out sooo whats it like when they sneak in at night?
Originally going to be short head cannons but I got carried away and they're more like one shots now... so this will be split up into parts to save everyone from reading the longest post ever.
Content: SFW but there's some spicy suggestion, kissing, cuddling, etc.
First part pairings: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi x gn!MC
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Lucifer
You thought Devildom would freeze over before youâd ever walk into your room and see Lucifer, of all demons, asleep in your bed. It wasnât unusual for him to request, ok well, demand, that you spend the night in his room, but in yours?
This was new.
Yet there he was, sound asleep in your bed, arms wrapped around one of your pillows, face buried in it, breathing slow and even.
You'd just teleported back, air still humming with magic. After a week in the human world, you were so exhausted you decided to slip in quietly and just greet the brothers in the morning. Too tired for the excitement.
A soft laugh slipped from your lips as you set your bag down, shaking your head, shoes already kicked off as you crawled into bed.
He slept on the very edge of the bed, as if heâd deliberately left room for you.
You eased one knee onto the mattress, moving carefully, trying not to disturb him. The mattress creaked as you shifted your weight, and that was when the pillow slipped from his arms.
Before you could even process what was happening his fingers closed around your wrists, strong and firm, pulling you down until you were flush against him. Then, in one fluid movement, he flipped you onto your back.
Your breath caught, a tiny yelp leaving your lips as he pinned your wrists above your head.
"Did you think you could sneak into my house without saying hello?" He whispered, breath warm against your ear, and you could practically feel the smirk on his face.
"You faker!" you accused, squirming under his grip, but you couldn't hide the delighted giggles.
"I waited a week for you. You could at least greet me properly." He retorted, but his grip loosened on your wrists and he rolled onto his back, smug as ever.
You roll back onto him, palms pressed to his chest, pouting up at him. "Hello, and goodnight," you tease softly, but your eyes fluttered closed when his hands thread through your hair, twirling the strands with that slow fond affection he only holds for you.
"Perhaps we could share this bed tonight," his tone making it clear he didn't expected you to say no.
And you definitely donât.
The moment you settle beside him, his hand finds your waist, holding you like heâs been waiting the entire week just for this. His lips brush your forehead once, twice before they trail slowly over your skin like heâs relearning you inch by inch after too long apart.
You donât remember falling asleep, only the warmth of his lips against yours.
Mammon
You know its him the instant you hear your doorknob turn, but the loud crash that follows only confirms it. Something, probably his foot, hits your desk, and Mammon hisses through his teeth.
"OWâ seriously?! Whyâs it so dark in here, MC?! Ya tryinâ to kill me?" he grumbles as he stumbles blindly towards your bed.
He finally makes it to your bed and drops to his knees, hands gripping the blanket as he peers up at you. His eyes are wide, hopeful, and full of longing as he tries to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks.
"What is it Mammon?" You whisper softly, still rubbing sleep from your eyes.
He looks away, then back at you, then away again.
"Well.. The Great Mammon was just thinkin..." He starts and stops as if expecting you to read his mind, save him from the embarrassment. "...that maybe, yâknow⊠if someone was lonely⊠I could⊠uhâ fix that. By beinâ here. In your room. With you."
You canât help but roll your eyes, but you shift over anyway, lifting the covers. âYou can just admit you want to spend the nightâ"
He's crawling into bed before you can even finish, sliding under your blankets in a clumsy rush. Despite having given him plenty of space, he presses himself right against you. His chest fits perfectly against your back, arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he buries his face in your hair. You can feel his eyelashes flutter against your neck as he exhales, warm and shaky.
That's when you realize he's shirtless, skin hot against yours.
"I love you, treasure..." he murmurs into your hair, nuzzling closer. And you cant help the blush that now dusts your face, one of those moments where the truth slips out, all soft and unguarded, only for you to hear.
You stay tangled together all night. Once or twice, you swear you're woken up by the press of his lips to your neck, so soft you wonder if maybe you were dreaming.
Leviathan
There's a soft buzz from your phone.
'MC! MC! Emergency! You have to play this new game with me right now! Itâs⊠uh⊠really good⊠or⊠dangerous⊠or⊠whatever! lolol'
You smile at the text, though you can feel your palms begin to sweat a bit at the 'dangerous', praying he didn't purchase some cursed game... again.
Not long after there's a soft knock at your door.
"Come in!"
Levi pokes his head inside, oversized headphones hanging around his neck.
"You should really come up with a password MC..." He shakes his head, sighing dramatically. "What if someone just walked in here! Uninvited!"
"...They do that anyway"
He gasps loudly, throwing a hand to his forehead. "Exactly! Which is why you NEED a password! A magical barrier! A high-level anti-normie defense spell!"
He pauses, then lowers his voice.
"âŠBut if I knock, you better let me in, okay?"
"Of course, Levi" You can't help the laugh that falls from your lips.
âŠ
The glow of your TV flashes in the room, bright whites and colorful hues popping onto screen. Youâre propped against a pile of pillows while Levi lies sprawled across the floor, surrounded by his nest of blankets.
"FLAMING LEVIATHAN PUUUNCH!"
You giggle, hugging a fluffy pillow to your chest. "You missed"
"I was just warming up!" he argues, voice growing whiny as the sound of rapid button mashing fills the room.
âTIME FOR MY FINAL MOVE!â
He misses again.
"Don't you dare say anything." He mumbles, cheeks bright red as your giggle fits descend into full bits of laughter.
Hours slipped by in bursts of shouting, laughter, and Leviâs occasional âDid you see that? MC, did you SEE THAT?!â as he landed accidental crits.
Eventually, your eyes grow heavy, your head falling forward as you fight sleep.
"lololol youâre totally about to face plant into your own lap," He teases, but his voice is softer now.
"Nahâ(yawn) m'ok" Your head hits the pillow, eyes struggling to stay open as you bury yourself under the blankets.
"S'late.. jus' stay here tonight..." you mumble, half asleep. There's a sharp, flustered gasp.
âMâMe? Stay? L-Like⊠in your room? In your⊠bed?â
"Yes Levi," you pat the empty spot in your bed, cracking your eyes open. He's covering his face with his hands, beet red, and for a moment you genuinely think he might bolt.
âO-Okay, okay, okay, Iâm...staying, Iâm stayingââ
You smile and lift the covers, arms open.
He hesitates one more time, jerking backwards like he wants to run away before launching himself into bed with you, eyes squeeze shut. When he doesn't burst into flames from the contact, he relaxes slowly, tucking his face into your shoulder.
You wrap your arms around him, fingers running soothingly through his hair.
âYouâre⊠really warm,â he mumbled. âWay warmer than my Ruri-chan body pillow.â
He nuzzles closer, voice dropping to a soft whisper meant only for you.
ââŠI like staying here. With you. Like... a lot.â
"Then.. I guess we'll have to have sleepovers more often," you murmur softly, and you can feel the delighted noise he makes, smiling against your skin.
You fall asleep together, sleeping and snuggling until late afternoon like the two exhausted gamers you are.
The End (for now...)
I poured my heart and soul into Mammon's section ;-; I also spent way too long on Lucifer's section, I hope the Luci lovers appreciate (and somehow Levi's section is the longest???)
the other parts/pairings will be out soon, so make sure to follow or check back if you're waiting for a special demon. Also a Christmas special will be coming soon because I cant like anything normally...
He blushed, immediately turning down his brightness as he read the message. You really needed a filter.
And yet in seconds he was raising his hand, adjusting his pants to hide his already growing hard-on to make his way to the bathroom.
When he got to the singular occupant restroomâone he knew the way to by now with how many times youâd dragged him in thereâhe didnât even have to knock before you were opening the door and dragging him in.
Once you got your hands on him you didnât waste any time, tugging down his pants and shoving him onto the closed toilet to seat yourself on his lap. You lifted your knees to hover yourself over his cock, letting yourself drop and sinking down on him in one swift swoop.
He could only sit there and take it, letting you bounce on him like a toy and watching in awe at the way your hole swallowed him whole.
ânghâm/c, fuck, so good,â he whined,
âoh fuckkkkâI- I canât..â
âw-wait, shit! slow downââ
Apparently one orgasm wasnât enough for you, forcing him into overstimulation when you donât even bother to give him a breather between rounds because you know he can take it.
One location also wasnât enough for you; you were willing to use him anywhere and everywhere.
Like at a restaurant when you decide youâre hungry for something else and climb under the table â having him shaking, sweating, clutching at the surface for dear life as you deep-throat his cock under it â your body just barely hidden by the tablecloth.
You swallow him up like itâs your lifeâs mission to make him cum, all while heâs dragging a hand over his mouth to conceal his noises and heâs blushing from his cheeks all the way to the top of his ears.
Or in his room while heâs gaming, ordering him to bend you over his desk while you play for him, pressing all the wrong keys as your mind goes dumb at the feeling of his cock slamming into you.
In the change room at the beach, acting like you didnât cause the tent in his trunks before pulling your swimsuit bottoms to the side and sinking down on him on the bench.
In his bathtub, waking him up in the dead of the night with a whine and that look you knew he couldnât not give in to. He simply turned over so he was on his back, letting out sleepy whimpers as you rocked your hips with his length buried to the hilt inside you.
Or in your own bed, a late-night cuddle session turning into you telling him you want his cock but are too tired to move, so of course heâs pulling your back to his chest and lifting your leg to slip inside you, fucking into you so hard and deep that it has you seeing stars.
a/n: this is so lazy but itâs been like 2 weeks since I last posted so I need to give you guys something đ hope everyoneâs doing well, Iâll try to post more soon! <3
he's the avatar of pride, he wants to claim what's his as his
it's not even sexual sometimes, the time he spends marking you up much deeper and more intimate
sometimes he gets embarrassed when his brothers or Diavolo point out the dark spots all over your neck, sometimes he gets smug; it depends on his mood and who's teasing him
feels at ease whenever you show them off
receiving:
nowhere visible
he has a reputation to uphold after all
he does let you mark him if you want to, though
enjoys that you want to claim his body as yours
usually happens during sex/foreplay and he finds it very endearing
sometimes just looks at them in the mirror and feels loved
Mammon:
giving:
it just happens
wherever his lips are, hickeys are bound to happen
he's so greedy, he can't get enough and his lips translate that desperation into beautifully crimson marks on your skin
he fucking loves looking at them, feeling proud and accomplished and shy because he barely remembers making them
doesn't mind any teasing about them on you
receiving:
not the biggest fan but he just can't say no to you
so shy and red and embarrassed when you mark him up
he loves the way they look on him and sometimes finds himself tracing them and zoning out
they make him feel loved <3
almost drops dead from embarrassment when someone points them out on him
there is a small part of him that's proud of them though
Leviathan:
giving:
meh
he's way too insecure
constantly asks if he's doing it right and later complains that his hickeys have weird shapes and look off-
he's way way way too in his head about the whole thing
therefore hates when people see the hickeys on you because he believes everyone's judging his... hickey-skills
receiving:
so shy about it and so very squirmy when you mark him
almost passes when you mark his thighs
can not bear to look at them there, instantly and painfully turned on at the reminder of where your lips had previously been
kind of digs the look but doesn't like others pointing it out too much
so he prefers when your marks are someplace he can hide under clothes
Satan:
giving:
usually doesn't mean to mark you, it just happens
he's so into it, so into you, he barely registers the marks blooming along the trail his lips pursue
proud of them when he notices them afterward
kind of teases you about them but wears a small blush himself while doing so
for some reason, your hips are the part of your body that he marks the most
receiving:
craves them sometimes but doesn't know exactly why
doesn't like them too much up on his neck
the lower, the better, actually
likes especially when you take your time really claiming his body
his fav form of foreplay
secretly makes pics of the marks you leave on him and looks at them when he misses you
Asmodeus:
giving:
hickeys are like his fav thing ever
doesn't cover you in them, he thinks that looks tacky
just leaves maybe one or two small ones carefully placed on your neck
they usually don't happen in sexual contexts either, just during make-outs or cuddles
so so so proud of them and loves pointing them out in front of other people
receiving:
very particular with their placements
sometimes asks you to give him one because it matches his outfit
takes several pictures of especially cute hickey arrangements and posts them
will complain if you leave an "unaesthetic" hickey in the heat of the moment
loves loves loves when people point them out
Beelzebub:
giving:
another one where it happens without realizing
his mouth just gets too eager, too ravenous, too hungry sometimes
the type to apologize for them afterward
gets shy when he sees them on you but also can't quite take his eyes off of them
thinks they suit you, but he's not over the top into them
receiving:
indulges you if you really like them
but he doesn't have a particular preference
does enjoy how intimate he feels when you mark him up
thinks they look nice but again, not a necessary accessory
also doesn't mind if people point them out, very casual about it
Belphegor:
giving:
honestly too tiresome
tries it once or twice but quickly realizes they're not worth the trouble
likes how they look on you and places them on very obvious spots
proud when people point them out
might get over his laziness when he feels particularly jealous/possessive
receiving:
doesn't have a certain opinion on it
finds it slightly soothing when you take your time marking his body
doesn't enjoy it as foreplay too much, he's too impatient for that
it's better as a casual act of intimacy or as a part of aftercare affection
couldn't care less if others see them but enjoys looking at them himself
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A/N: mmmm I love Obey Me, I wish I could write about it more! Thanks for the request! â€ïž ya!
Lucifer â
Normally heâs so serious. His chest puffed out and his head held high. But something about watching you squirm under him, hands tied next to your ears and legs draped over his shoulders, makes him go feral.
Barbatos â
While Barbatos is technically on the bottom, looking up at you bouncing on him, heâll never make you forget that heâs in charge. That subtle look glinting in his eye sends shivers down your spine, but he wonât let you come without any eye contact.
Diavolo â
Heâs absolutely crazy about you, despite being so busy. He loves to push your head further down his cock, watching you struggle to take 10 inches of pure, demon dick. Donât tease him while he has visitors, though, cause heâll make sure you never leave his office.
Leviathan â
Despite normally being submissive, if you rile him up enough he absolutely destroy you. Pinned down, both cocks sliding in and out of your pussy and ass, while his tail gags you, keeping you quiet enough to not draw any attention.
Satan â
His professional and put together personality is merely a facade, a mask thatâs easy to break. Especially if youâre you. Most of the time heâll lay you across his lap, hand clapping down on your ass repeatedly. Donât worry, though, youâll get a reward as soon as youâre good again.
Synopsis: when it comes to you, they truly embody the sin that they are the avatar of.
Content: obey me brothers x fem!reader, semi public sex (Lucifer), oral (male and female receiving), Somnophilia (Belphie), fingering, slight choking (Satan), bit of a dom!reader (Asmo), shower sex (Beel), rough sex, pet names, i'm sorry if I forgot anything else
Lucifer
Befitting his title of the Avatar of Pride, Lucifer takes your pleasure seriously and relishes in the fact that nobody knows your body better than he does. He knows where youâre most sensitive and how to make you squirm. Most importantly, he takes pride in the fact that he can make you become putty with his fingertips.
This was torture. Lucifer knew it but that didnât deter him from continuing his punishment with the straightest face as he talks with another RAD student. You on the other hand sat under the desk on your knees, out of sight, with his cock in your mouth.
His length twitches as your tongue traces up and down his shaft before the warmth of your mouth envelopes the sensitive head. Your jaw strains to accommodate his size, the masculine smell of him filling your nose. Tears prickle against your eyelashes as your hands rest on his thighs to take him deeper down your throat. You stifle a whimper, trying not to make too much noise so that the other student in the room wouldnât become aware of such filthy actions going on with the student council vice president.
âYes of course and whatâs the earliest you could return those papers?â Lucifer asks in his usual calm tone. Under the table, his hands weave through your hair. He pulls you down making you gag on his length. You try to stifle your whimper, focusing on relaxing your throat to take him at the pace he set.
You shift uncomfortably, feeling your skin flush hot as you rub your legs together. To make matters worse, Lucifer pressed the sole of his polished dress shoes against your clothed pussy. Your breath hitched, and you canât help the low whine that you prayed went unheard.
Lucifer pressed his shoe harder, intentionally rubbing against your needy clit. Your hips bucked, and you shamelessly ground against him in search of your release. When would the student leave?! You donât know how much longer you could remain quiet, and you desperately wanted for you boyfriend to hurry up and fuck you.
Lucifer, though he didnât show it, was amused by your antsyness. He intentionally dragged the conversation out, just to continue torturing you. But his own patience was wearing thin, and he knew heâd cum soon from the feeling of your mouth around him.
âVery well and can you make sure to run that by Lord Diavolo? Thank you. That will be all then.â
Once the door closed and the both of you were alone, Lucifer removed you from his cock leaving a string a saliva and pre cum. He yanked you to your feet and bent you over the desk, pushing a few of his papers to the floor including the documents that had just been dropped off.
âSuch a naughty little thing arenât you?â Lucifer asks, his breath fanning against the shell of your ear. He flicks up your skirt to pull down your panties which were soaked with your slick. He collects your essence on his fingers before bringing them to his mouth to taste. âTell me, did you get aroused by what was supposed to be a punishment? It wasnât meant to be enjoyable.â
âL-Lucifer please,â you whimper, fingers curling around the edge of the desk. âBeen good for you. Need your cock.â
Lucifer scoffs, an amused smile tugging at his lips. He aligns his cock at your slick entrance, gripping your ass as he eases himself in. He bites his lip to stifle his groan. âHell,â the demon swears. âIâm ashamed to admit that I donât think I will last long. You feel like heaven and sin.â
âF-fuck me Lucifer,â you moan out as he presses himself deeper. Lucifer leans over your back, grabbing your chin to pull you into a heated kiss. His hips snap against yours, setting a relentless pace that makes the desk shake. He hisses as your walls convulse around him. Your knees go weak but you feel so deliciously full as Lucifer fucks into you.
âOnly you can make me lose my composure like this, y/n.â Lucifer pants. âYou should be proud knowing that you have such a powerful demon under your control. Tell me what it is you wish and it shall be my command.â
Mammon
When it comes to you, the Avatar of Greed is greedy in a number of ways. Primarily, he wants you all day every day. Doesnât matter how. He can never get enough of you, and you often use that fact to your advantage.
âEyes on me treasure," Mammon instructs. He spreads your legs open around his waist, wedging one finger into your cunt. Then a second is added, scissoring you slowly so that you feel the stretch of his fingers against your gummy walls. You whimper at the penetration. Your hips involuntarily buck against his hand, searching for more relief. Mammon chuckles. "So greedy, arenât you? You're just sucking my fingers in."
His thumb circles your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. You clench around his fingers, body arching off the bed. âFuck. Mammon please stop teasing me.â
The demon grins. âWhatever you wish, treasure.â With one hand on your hip for leverage, Mammon slowly pulls his fingers out of the warmth of your pussy before fucking them back in hard and deep.
Mammon holds you down by your thighs, keeping you from squirming and pulling away from his touch. His mouth captures yours roughly, swallowing down your moans. He bites down on your lower lip, kissing you with equal urgency and desperation.
His fingers press against your innermost walls making more sinful cries leave your lips, which sound heavenly to Mammon's ears. The squelching sound of your wetness each time he moves his fingers sent heat shooting through his body straight to his cock.
âFucking hell. Just listen how wet you are for me. You're literally dripping. Don't worry. I'll reward your pretty pussy here soon. Just gotta make sure you're nice and ready for my cock."
Mammon presses right where he knows you to be the most sensitive and youâre coming undone at his touch. Your body bucks, eyes rolling back. Your abdomen tightens as waves of pressure course through your body like electricity leaving your legs trembling. A loud cry leaves your lips, and Mammon swears under his breath. Youâre gushing all over his hand. The erotic sight has his cock straining against his pants, and fuck, he wish he had recorded that so he could use to jack off to later.
Licking his fingers clean, Mammon groans in delight at your taste. He wanted, no needed, to taste you more.
"Mammon, please," your soft whimpers pull him back to reality. "Wan' to feel you inside of me." Red dusts Mammon's cheeks before his signature grin spreads across his face.
"If my dear treasure is so needy, how could I possibly refuse." Finally releasing his cock from the confines of his boxers, Mammon could almost sigh in relief. His stiff erection oozes pre from the tip and twitches in his hand as he aligns himself at your entrance.
âFuck treasure.â Mammon pushes your legs to your chest. You both moan as he eases his cock in. âYouâre so damn addicting. I havenât had my fill of your sweet pussy yet. So indulge my greediness for a bit.â
Leviathan
The third born is very needy, but at the same time, extremely shy about vocalizing his needs. Itâs embarrassing, okay! Levi doesnât like it when others have your attention, especially if itâs one of his brothers. If it were up to him, heâd keep you all to himself.
âS-sorry, but I just needed you so bad,â Leviathan apologizes by kissing your lips, making the quietest of whimpers leave your lips. âPlease donât leave me. Be good for you-â
âIâm not going anywhere, Levi,â you assure. âOkay?â
âOkay,â he exhales shakily.
Levi kisses you again, this time with more urgency. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him close as you lay back down into the bed. Levi trails kisses down the side of your neck, leaving love bites in their wake. His wandering hands tug at your shirt, exposing your breasts to the cool air. You let out a squeak when he bites down on your sensitive nipple. As Levi pressed against you, you could feel his arousal pressing against his pants.
You wrap your legs around his waist, grinding your hips up against his crotch. Levi let out a strangled groan. He presses his face into the crook of your neck to try to muffle the sounds as he ruts back against you.
âHell. I need to cum so bad. Y/n~please.â Letting out a giggle, you help unbuckle his belt and loosen his trousers that he kicks away. You cup your hand over the bulge in his boxers, giving it a squeeze, grinning at Leviâs reaction. His body shudders, eyes scrunching shut. âPlease. Donât tease me.â
You give his cock a few languid strokes to get him fully hard. He twitched in your hand as you rub your thumb over the sensitive tip, precum beginning to leak out.
"A-ah...f-feels good..." Levi groans. Resting on his elbows, he presses his sweaty forehead against yours. It takes all his strength not to cum right there on the spot. He hikes your leg up around his waist and aligns his cock at your dripping entrance.
Leviathan slowly thrusts in, your wetness causing little resistance. You both groan at the feeling of him stretching you out. Your hips buck upwards, searching for more.
"L-Levi, t-there," you plea.
Levi groaned and picked up the pace. He couldn't get enough of the way you felt around him. The way your gummy walls would convulse with each snap of his hips. Your high pitched and needy moans for him and him alone nearly drove him over the edge.
Leviathan bites against your neck, pressing his cock as deep as he could, claiming every inch of you. âIâm envious of the other guys that hog all you attention,â he muttered. âOnly look at me. Youâre mine and mine only.â
Satan
Satan also detests when others take too much of your time, especially if itâs his brothers, namely Lucifer. However, rather than beg for attention, Satan punishes you for being a distraction in the first place. His anger sometimes results in a rougher sentence
âKeep quiet,â Satan commands, a sharp edge to his tone. âYou wouldnât want someone to walk in now, would you?â
With tears brimming your lashes, you quickly shake your head no and try to steady your breathing, bite back your moans. You and Satan were in the library. It was after hours, but there was still the possibility someone could walk in to the mortifying sight of Satan sitting on the couch, you on his lap, your underwear pulled down to your ankles and you sitting on his cock.
âGood,â the avatar of wrath said. âNow, tell me the answer to number five.â
You shakily hold up the workbook, trying to figure out the math problem for your homework. But you could hardly focus as your boyfriend shifted you on his lap, intentionally pressing you deeper. âI-itâs B. 43,â you eventually stammer out.
âGood,â Satan approves. âWhat about the next one?â
âItâs-â your breath hitches as you feel his fluttering touch on your pussy. The pads of his fingers trace your clit in slow tantalizing circles that make your toes curl. You roll your hips, which Satan promptly stops with his other hand. There was a soft squeeze on your throat in warning.
âDonât misbehave. Only good students get rewards. Now, tell me the answer.â Satan pinches your clit. You shakily exhale and say the answer. âGood, the next one.â
You were going to lose it. This was torture and you couldnât tell if Satan was truly getting a kick out of your suffering or not. He wore an indifferent look while waiting for you to answer. But he was so hard. You were stretched full sitting on his engorged cock, the tip of his length rubbing against your walls with each subtle shift. Feeling him wasnât enough though. You wanted-needed-him to move. However, Satan either had immense self control or was too prideful to break his composure.
âWhatâs the answer?â He asked again, rather impatiently.
âTanie~â you whine. âI c-canât-dunno. Please.â You try again to move your hips to be stopped again. A hand clamps around your throat.
âYouâre pushing my patience. Iâm not going to reward bad behavior. If you want my cock, then you will have to be good and work for it. I have no problem with leaving you here horny all night. However long it takes to finish your assignment. Now, finish the problem and I may be generous enough to let you take a break.â
You will yourself to focus. After a few excruciating seconds that felt like minutes, you tell Satan the answer, garnering a nod of approval.
âNow, was that so hard?â He taunts. Satan takes the workbook from you and throws it on the nearby table. Before you could gather your bearings, he pulls your legs to your chest. You gasp out as his cock hits deeper than before followed by subsequently rougher and faster thrusts that have you seeing stars.
âW-wait Tanie, fuck! Iâm gonna cum,â you cry, keening against him, the coil in your stomach finally snapping. His veiny cock drags across your gummy walls, claiming every inch of you, until heâs cumming thick ropes of white.
Satan holds you close. His chest rises and falls in steady pants. âLet this be a reminder who you belong to. Next time, my wrath may not be so easily quelled.â
Asmodeus
As the avatar of lust, Asmodeus is no stranger in the bedroom. Heâs adventurous and kinky. He likes to experiment and change things up from time to time, so you never know what experience you will get, only that it will end with you cumming.
"Come on," Asmodeus coos. âYou can be a little rougher you know.â A flush of pink coats his cheeks as you pull on the choker around his throat. But paired with his cheesy grin, you knew he was enjoying whatever pain you inflicted. Not to mention his growing erection you felt from sitting on his lap.
âThis isnât supposed to be enjoyable, Asmo,â you try your best to sound stern.
âAwe but anything I do with you is enjoyable. No matter what it is.â He lets out a strangled moan when you tug the leash again, pulling him closer to you. His hands settle on your hips. Goosebumps prickle across your skin when he runs his fingers up and down your sides over your thighs and to your breast, mapping the shape of your curves and the feel of you. When he gets too handy, touching too close to your already dripping cunt, you yanked the collar to get him to stop.
âBad, Asmo,â you chide. He whined, more so from frustration than annoyance. âIf you want to touch me, then you have to make yourself cum first.â
âBut it feels so much better when I cum with you,â Asmo protests. You knew it was just a bratty act, so you reiterated your demands, making him sigh playfully. âFine. If I must.â
You sit back to watch Asmodeus release his dick from the lingerie he wore. His pretty cock was red at the tip, already weeping beads of pre cum. Cheeks flushed, Asmo begins moving his hand up and down the base of his shaft. His equally pretty moans fill the room, sending electricity through your core.
âAh fuck feels good,â Asmo whimpers. His own hand didnât nearly compare to yours but knowing that your watchful, hungry eyes, drunk in his every movement, fueled him to move his hand faster. To push himself over the edge. âFuck. Fuck. Fuck. Iâm close. Ahh Y/n am I doing good? Being so good just for you.â
Tears prickled along his eyelashes. His abdomen constricted. The pressure of his release nearly boiled over.
âStop.â
That singular word felt like ice all over him. Asmoâs hand stopped moving on its own, and he nearly cried in protest until you climbed on to his lap, pushing him back against the bed, and sank down on to his cock. You both moaned out as your pussy stretched around him.
âAhh feels so good,â Asmodeus moans. âYou know I canât hide my most lustful desires around you. Our bodies fit so perfectly together. Donât you think?â
Beelzebub
Beel's favorite thing to do (besides the obvious eating) is to eat you out. He often doesn't realize how over stimulated he leaves you until you're practically begging for him to stop. As he is the most fit out of all his brothers, his stamina is unmatched, and you best prepare yourself to go several rounds.
Beelzebub pins you up against the shower wall with ease. One of your legs wrap around his broad shoulder, the other held up by his rough palm to give him easy access to pussy. Muttering a low, "thank you for the meal," Beel attaches his mouth to your cunt, beginning to suck and eat you as if it were the last thing he'd get to taste.
"S-shit Beel, slow down!" Your head lulls back against the wall. The room fogs from the steam produced from the shower, and the intense heat of the water intensifies the tension between the two of you. You hips involuntarily buck up, but Beelzebubâs strong hold keeps you pinned and at his mercy.
âCanât-âHeâs messy, slurping at your folds trying not to waste a drop of your precious essence. âTaste too good-â Beel mumbles, gripping your thighs tighter. As his tongue moves in and out of your folds at a rough pace, he buries his face deeper in between your legs, letting out a low groan. Itâs almost as if heâs drunk. Your taste is so addicting he canât thing of anything else but drinking you down.
âF-fuck Beel cuming,â you cry out. Your hands tangle themselves in Beelzebubâs hair, pulling the strands as you ground against his face. A throaty growl resounds from the back of his throat.
âH-hurts but so good.â Beel could feel the blood and heat racing toward his cock. Heâs hard and he knows it, all just from tasting you. His balls ached for release, and his cock stiffened against his abdomen streaking beads of pearling pre cum across his skin.
Beelâs rougher, sucking on your sensitive clit and greedily tasting your sweet, addictive release. You feel your head spin as the overwhelming pleasure overloads your senses. Tears brim your lashes. Your back arches up, pressing yourself firmly against his face as you tug on his hair, making him groan. His cock twitches.
"Fuck, Beel, I'm close!" Your toes curl and the pressure coiling in your stomach snaps. Gasping out your boyfriendâs name, you cum a second time across his face before slumping back against the wall, begging him to give you a break. Reluctantly does he pull away, not before giving your pussy a sloppy kiss.
Beelzebub licks his lips, savoring the taste of you on them. "Sorry y/n, but you know how much of a glutton I am for your pussy. Won't you let me have another taste? I promise to make you feel good."
Belphegor
As the Avatar of Sloth, he often falls asleep during your intimate moments, so he gives you full permission to do whatever you want when heâs asleep. A lot of the times, Belphie thinks heâs dreaming and he wonât even stir until heâs on the brink of cuming
Belphegor dozed off while you were cuddling, making you giggle at how cute he looked, long lashes fluttered shut and comfortably surrounded by a mountain of pillows. You brush his cheek to move some stray hairs and he lets out the prettiest little whimper, but doesnât rouse from his slumber. A mischievous smile then spreads across your face.
You discard your pajamas, leaving you in nothing but your underwear and pull the covers back. Belphegor stirs slightly from the loss of warmth. You sit on his lap, feeling that he already had a slight erection.
âWhat are you dreaming about, Belphie?â You coo. You rock your hips across his crotch, moaning softly.
Belphegor lets out a shaky sigh in his sleep, legs subconsciously spreading wider. His cock stiffens within his boxers, slowly stretching the fabric of his pajama pants the harder he becomes from your touch. He stirs slightly in his sleep, mumbling your name.
âCome on Belphie,â you moan. âI know youâre close.â
A gasp leaves the maleâs lips. His hands settle on your hips and his eyes groggily flutter open. âY-y/n-ah! S-shit!â Belphegor whines, hips bucking up in attempts to sheath his clothed cock in your pussy.
When the last bits of drowsiness finally subside, Belphegor sits up quickly. He takes you in, your naked form sitting so daintily on his lapâŠhis lap. Noticing the large wet patch on his crotch, Belphegorâs face slowly turns red.
âS-so I wasnât dreamingâŠâ
You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. He swallows thickly as you press your breasts against his chest. âCare to tell me what you were dreaming of? Maybe we can make it reality.â
Belphegor grins, but his ears still had a bright red tinge. He then flips your positions so that youâre beneath him. âWell, for starters, we were more like this. AndâŠthen, I kissed you like this-â
The demon presses his lips against yours, first starting off gentle and sensual. Belphegor cups your jaw to deepen the kiss. Your run your fingers through his hair, tugging at his roots eliciting a groan.
âW-whatâs next Belphie?â You ask breathlessly. Belphegor trailed kisses down your neck and the valley of your breasts. His eyes flickered dangerously with desire.
âI fill you with my cock and fuck you until the sun rises.â
You eagerly help Belphegor remove his pajama bottoms and boxers. He holds his stiff cock, still slick with his earlier release, and aligns himself with your entrance. Kissing you once more, Belphegor sheathes himself with a single thrust, setting a fast pace before you could fully adjust to his size.
âMmph Belphie wait!â You whimper into the kiss. Belphegor hisses when you bite his lip. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him close. The tip of his cock kisses your inner walls making coils of pleasure constrict in your stomach.
Belphegor lets out a groan, his pace faltering slightly. âFuck, y/n the things you do to me. You awaken something within me that not even the most slothful of demons could ignore. Iâve never wanted anything as bad as you.â
With a fem!MC that is attracted to their demon forms
Characters: Lucifer, Mammon and Leviathan (x reader, separately)
Setting: friends with feelings. Everyone is horny
Part 1 (context fic) , Part 3 (younger brothers) , Part 4 (dateables)
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Requested by Anon: Do you perhaps accept suggestive requests? I've always thought about how the demon brothers are quite literally still demons. And as you probably knowâ emphasis on probably â there are people out there who LIKE (dare I say, turned on) when it comes to them being all demonic and stuff. With their forms, or just the stuff they do? I wonder how'd they'd feel about MC who doesn't run away but is even turned on by it?? It's usually in dark romance (the ones in the past, not the ones now.) where the ML does evil things for the FL lol (like k*lling someone for her) If this isn't something you're comfortable with, feel free to ignore + delete this! But if you decide to add it to your list, I'm honored âŁïž
C/W: possesiveness, mention of control as seduction, fighting others to impress you, a tiny bit of sexual harrasment, violence works on MC and she is a bit turned on by blood, Levi has a tail and will not hesitate to use it
A/N: THERE WILL BE ANOTHER PART WITH THE YOUNGER BROTHERS
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The brothers keep learning new things about you, but this fact has to be their favourite one so far.
Ever since they accidentally discovered what you really thought about their demonic features, almost none of them has given you a moment of peace. From faint touches when they walk past you to secure grips around your back when they go in for a hug or hiding their faces in the crook of your neck when you cuddle during movie nights, all they do now is make you painfully aware of their presence.
And, had it been any other situation, you wouldâve said you preferred the way life used to be before: back when all they needed to make you feel at peace was their company and a welcoming house to come back to at the end of the day; but thing is⊠you kinda enjoy how things are working at the moment.
Despite your friendship now balancing on the line between platonic trust and flirty uncertainty, there is an expectation in the air that keeps your body buzzing whenever any of them are near.
The whole House of Lamentation feels like its protecting itself against a potential explosion inside its walls, different from all the floods and brutal fights itâs already suffered.
Even the crows from the cemetery arenât moving, waiting for something to happen and finally burst the bubble.
Theyâre teasing you, you know that, but theyâre also testing the waters. Theyâre trying to figure out how far they can get with you before you break and either shut them off or bring them closer; entering your personal space more than a normal friend would without fully touching you or committing to their actions.
Itâs infuriating, and stimulating, and it makes you wake up every day with your blood on fire and a bounce in your gait.
It also makes you pay attention to every single detail in their demeanour.
Itâs obvious that, beyond the obvious gravitational pull between your bodies, theyâre also trying to use what truly makes them demons to their advantage. Their animalistic instincts, their primitive needs, their sins. Preening themselves around you, going as far as to grab your chin to focus your attention solely on them; standing right behind you whenever youâre talking to one of your classmates, close enough to feel their steady heartbeats under their quiet breathing (your poor friend never tried to talk to you in private again); and even dragging you out of the cafeteria to have an intimate lunch in the schoolâs gardens.
Itâs nothing necessarily romantic, nor sexual, but it is possessive and incriminating. Theyâre setting things clear: theyâre claiming the attraction between you.
Lucifer, who finds you waiting under a colonnade during the pouring rain, offers to shelter you with his wings, ever the gentleman (hydrophobic feathers are rather convenient). He smiles when you accept, hiding a sultry expression behind lowered eyelids and courteous words, and drops the set of wings closest to you until the soft ends are caressing the top of your head.
If you think his touch is gentle, youâre wrong. You canât even take two steps before his other set of wings blocks your way and engulfs you in black silk and thin tendrils of light. You look up, frowning without any real complain, but nothing comes out of your mouth. His hair is wet, glued to his forehead, and the red in his eyes contrast nicely against his pale skin. He is taking his sweet time studying every feature in your face, but it isnât until thunder startles you and you collide with his wing when you try and take a step back that you realize whatâs happening.
Heâs protecting you from the rain and the cold, yes, but heâs also caging you with him, keeping you close in his own conditions. Thereâs a hint of ownership in the way he holds your elbows and makes you place your hands on his chest, and in the curl his wings form around your body.
Youâre under his control, and he wants you to know that.
Mammon isnât one for violence, but heâll teach anyone a lesson anytime of the day if that means he can get your attention. Youâre minding your business and some guy talked shit to you? Guess whoâs in his face sizing him up for a brawl. Thereâs a girl from RAD who pushed you out of the way after the bell rang? She wonât even look at you in the eye anymore. One of the customers at Hellâs Kitchen is trying to eat you? They wonât be able to eat solids after heâs done with them.
And when one of the patrons at the casino tries to feel up your skirt when youâre leaning over the roulette wheel?
He wonât let you see anything, in the sense that heâs too fast for your human eyes to process whatâs happening, but you can hear the thump of a body colliding against the table with brutal force and the sickening crunch of bones breaking in response. One moment, there is someone beside you, and the next, theyâre trembling at your feet, moaning in pain and mumbling incoherencies.
You know something is seriously wrong with you, when, instead of feeling nausea at the sight of blood and misplaced limbs, you get giddy with excitement and expectation.
Mammon is standing right in front of you, forever beautiful in his demon form. His white markings point down, directly where his belt rests low on his hips, and you wish you could trace it with your fingers. You wish you could undo the belts around his ribs, too, and feel the beating of his heart amidst the violence. Pull him towards you by his high collar, right next to that trembling body thatâs rapidly losing consciousness.
You get distracted from your own filth only when his wings start shaking from contained energy, making drops of blood fall off the boney spikes.
He has never let you touch those spikes, endearingly calling you weird for trying, but the only thing youâre thinking about right now is how your tongue would feel if you licked their length. Would they puncture? Would they slit?
Judging by his open-wide eyes and his laboured breath, you can tell he wants to let you figure that out too.
You would never expect anything over the top from sweet Leviathan. He has always preferred to explore your friendship in private moments: in the inside jokes only you two understand and in the genuine vulnerability that blooms when you are alone. Besides, he doesnât think he deserves your recognition and your appreciative eyes more than any of his brothers do to begin with, so of course he would wait until he had you in his room to take a chance on his advances.
Youâre both playing Devil Kart on the floor, sharing a blanket and using pillows to cushion your heads, when you notice something slender slithering towards you under the covers. Your body tenses on instinct, thinking he got another snake and didnât tell you, and he does the exact same; the unknown tendril stops in its tracks, his face turns pink, and understanding fills you. It takes a quick glance out of the corner of your eye to figure out heâs in his demon form, but itâs easy to relax again and slide down as a sign of surrender, hoping he gets the hint.
Not smiling once his tail resumes its path itâs almost impossible.
It starts by grabbing your ankle (and it almost feels innocent, like those times you hold each otherâs hands when thereâs a crowd), but it doesnât take too long until itâs sliding up your leg, letting your skin get used to the smoothness of his scales. Theyâre slightly cold and humid, but not wet. It clashes nicely against the warmth radiating from your body, and you get goosebumps when you notice the tip sneaking under the hem of your shorts, as if asking for permission.
The race in the TV abruptly comes to an end. Youâre 12th. Heâs 9th. Itâs an obvious stain in his record, but, judging by his feverish look, he doesnât care about the game at all.
âCan you control the whole length?â you ask in a trivial manner, like youâre just being curious about another part of his body.
âYeahâ he chokes out. His voice is quiet, but not weak, and it sets you on fire.
Before you open your mouth again, his tail withdraws and travels downwards, closing around your ankle securely. He tugs you towards him, hesitantly, and your legs open ever so slightly.
