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your breath hitches in your throat, words struggling to come out as he palmed your hardening cock in his hands. it was so obscene doing something like this in public, and yet, lucifer acted without hesitation nor shame. the feeling of his cool leather gloves against your crotch only caused you to melt further, stumbling in his arms.

“at a loss for words, y/n?” the demon chuckles, kissing a spot behind your ear that made you tremble. wearing such innocent, frilly looking clothes made this feel more provocative than usual. lucifers suit and dark clothing contrasting with your own reminded you how powerful he was. you were sure no one back home would believe you if you told them a demon from hell had started feeling you up in the fitting room stall of all places.

lucifers skilled hands tugged the shorts down a bit, just enough so that your cock would be exposed. you closed your eyes shut, too bashful to watch him tease the tip, smearing all of your pre on his glove. “you like when your master touches your cock, pretty boy?” the demon licked the shell of your ear, hot breath against your neck.

“y-yes master!” you gasped, your hands grabbing into his forearms for measure. the loose white blouse you were wearing felt suffocating, atmosphere growing hotter and hotter. the older man didn’t stop, simply cooing at your feeble state. he loved feeling in control. with every weak moan you let out because of him, his pride only grew larger.

“look at you, little thing. your cock won’t stop dripping when i touch it. you’re such a slut sometimes, y/n.” lucifer emphasized the last sentence by squeezing the base of your dick, fluid dripping onto the floor with how much spilled out. you whined again, practically humping his hand as he coo’ed at how pathetic you looked.

“lucifer, i can’t, n-not here!” as much as you loved when lucifer played with you like a toy, the last sliver of dignity in your mind screamed at you, reminding yourself that you two were in public. lucifer frowned, his brow furrowing in slight annoyance.

“you will. do you forget who owns you, little human? me. you are mine.” he groaned, practically panting on your neck as he pumped your cock almost painfully hard. it felt so intense, your whole body was shaking, moaning wantonly in the dressing room.

for one, he was much too ethereal to be in your lowly presence. the camera didn’t do him justice at all — his pale skin was a nice contrast to his black hair, adorned by his signature red highlights. he even wore the red eye makeup that you loved to look at, except now, you could see his mouth and bottom half of his face, uncovered by the black mask he would usually wear. his lips looked so soft, and when his tongue darted out to lick them you were nearly going to faint. we’re those.. fangs? his canines were sharp, and you felt like a pervert for staring so intensely.

you quickly paid your respects to the other fans who would never know that vox, a niche but popular adult streamer, was a truly beautiful man in person.

you didn't even notice how silent it had gotten between the two of you. “no need to be so quiet. i don’t bite, i promise.” vox’s sweet voice snapped you out of your thoughts, apologizing profusely for zoning out so much. “you’re right! im sorry, ive just never done anything like this before..” you chuckled awkwardly, shifting in your chair while vox just smiled. he found your skittishness adorable. you reminded him of a scared little bunny — and he was the big bad wolf, ready to eat you up whole.

"what a shame. and here i was thinking you do this quite often, with how you accepted my request and all." the demon smirked at how your face flushed, becoming a stuttering mess. you should've expected it, but he was just as snarky in person as he was on his live shows. as your little meeting continued, vox realized he enjoyed your presence much more than he thought. the night was filled with friendly but interesting conversation, and for once, the demon didn’t feel forced to keep speaking.

at first, he debated on meeting with you in person. what if the person who donated nearly thousands to him each month turned out to be not as pleasant as he hoped? while the demon wouldn't be surprised, he would be a tad disappointed with all of the free shoutouts he's given to you. still, with you being his top donator for a while now, he felt compelled to show some form of graciousness. a little present, just in time for the holidays.

vox enjoyed streaming more than he thought he would. even though he could use his voice and other demonic powers for much grander, sinister things - for some reason, using them to tease and drain the wallets of his viewers was surprisingly just as satisfying. doing this, he never had to worry about getting a silly job like most humans did, letting the demon truly relax when he wasnt tampering with cameras and himself.

but, you, however - vox liked how shy and nervous you were. it awakened a sick monster inside of him, that wanted to see you cry and beg for mercy at his fingertips. he thought his days of toying with mortals was over, but unfortunately (or fortunately?) for you, you seemed to rekindle that fire in his heart. if he didn't know any better, he would've never expected you to be someone that watches adult streams online, let alone spend money on them.

taking advantage of how anxious you were, vox continued to ask questions about yourself, forcing you to blurt out answers in hopes of not screwing up. "so, what do you like about my streams, y/n?" the male swiveled the wine in his glass nonchalantly, golden eyes looking into yours, awaiting an answer. you gulped, shakily drinking yours as well.

"um, well, you're the first streamer i've ever really watched for.. that sort of stuff. i initially liked how your voice sounded, and wanted to hear more, but i ended up staying for your little stories and when you'd talk about yourself. you just seemed really nice." it was a bit embarrassing when you had said it aloud, but it was the truth. you enjoyed the moments where the demon would just ramble the most. of course, given the content of his streams, most of the things he'd speak about were so dirty it made your ears feel hot - however, there were moments where he'd just talk about his day, and you seemed to enjoy those the most.

it was vox's turn to blush, his grip tightening on the wine glass ever so slightly. how could a mere mortal make him feel so... flustered? hes had his fair share of affairs over many decades, however, never has he felt so vulnerable. the demon was expecting you to talk about his cock or something, but of course your innocent little head wouldnt do that. you should be thankful vox isn't a cannibalistic demon, or he seriously would've eaten your heart out by now.

therefore, the man didnt feel any remorse when you went to the bathroom and he slipped a drug into your drink while you were away.

it wasnt his fault - how was he supposed to let you go after today? someone as sinless and pure as yourself needed to be his. vox wouldnt be content with letting you go back to being another viewer behind the screen, not after your little meeting. the demon knew truly that you probably wouldn't refuse going home with him, but that also didnt guarantee you'd accept his offer. he considered the drug just a bit of a push in the right direction, if you will.

"sorry for taking so long. there was a line outside, so.." your voice trailed off, going back to your seat as the older man simply chuckled. why did you feel the need to explain yourself? it didn't matter how long you took, even if you tried to run now, vox would surely find you. pouring some more wine for himself, he filled his glass a bit more to match yours. you tried to tell him you weren't too keen or interested in alcohol at the beginning of your little date, but the demon wouldn't take no for an answer. "y/n, lets have a toast, shall we?" his held up his glass expectantly towards you, waiting for you to clink the rim with your own.

you hesitated for a moment. the smell of wine never enticed you, but seeing vox wait earnestly made your heart flutter. one glass shouldn't hurt, right?

you simply nodded, the familiar clank of glass against glass being shared between you two before drinking. you drank a majority of the wine, only leaving a small amount left. "good boy. its good, isnt it?" you nearly sputtered the drink back up from the praise, nodding again and drinking the rest in one gulp. it was much different hearing his words of affirmation in person. it felt addicting, unreal.

"thats it. a toast for the new year, my boy. im excited for the memories we shall make together. aren't you?" oh, did vox mean his streams? of course you looked forward to those, how could you not! he was the highlight of your day, making you smile and laugh. "mhm! im excited. im looking forward to your streams, vox." the demon felt a shiver roll down his spine, suppressing a groan. he could get used to you saying his name. he wanted to hear you say it in other ways, too.

"i hope we can get more.. personal, as well, y/n. it was truly delightful being here with you." the man had such a way with words, making you swoon. was he this nice with everyone? no wonder he had so many followers! while you didnt know the true extent to what he had implied, you agreed, telling him that you were happy you came out today.

of course you were. you were his little rabbit, frail and gullible, unknowing of the big bad wolf sitting across from your very table. he truly wondered just how oblivious you could be, but much to his delight, he'd find out soon enough. your eyes started to feel heavy, zoning out while he talked about random things to keep you occupied.

"goodness, y/n, are you alright? you look a bit pale. here, let me take you back to my place. i don't live far at all." his voice was sickeningly sweet, how could you deny his offer? you nodded drowsily, letting the man hold you to steady your balance.

the cold air of the outdoors didnt phase you, and neither did it bother vox. peering at your sleeping face, he smiled, leaning in to kiss the top of your forehead.

“shh, stay still..”

hex’s hand pushed your chest back down, your body squirming against the mattress with your hands tied behind your back. he loved to get on top of you like this. even though you towered over him, it was very clear that he was the more dominant partner in your relationship.

sure, hex didn’t mind topping you too if you asked for it (which you did, and he happily obliged) — but god, the man couldn’t deny one thing.

you were big.

you worked out a lot, working on your muscles and body. it left you with the prettiest tits, perky nipples, hard abs that glistened with sweat as he toyed with you. defined hipbones, wide torso, slutty little waist — you had it all.

with a thick, big cock to match of course.

“cmon big boy, are you going to move those hips or what?” hex loved to tease you and call you all sorts of names, keeping such a good facade even though he’s never felt fuller. he licked his lips, resting his hands on your chest to slowly bounce on your dick.

mystas a bit hesitant bringing up the idea to you. who wouldn’t think it was a bit odd - your boyfriend sheepishly asking if he could watch you get fucked by another man. you were a bit confused at first, not understanding how you could enjoy having sex with someone other than your partner. when you agreed, you initially told yourself you would even pretend to feel good. you doubted you’d get any pleasure from it.

oh, how you were very wrong.

rias was a lot more confident than mysta. from the way he touches you, to the dirty little things he’d mutter in your ear — rias was hot and he knew it. he was more than happy to show his little brother how to properly fuck his boyfriend. by the time rias had made you cum thrice in a row, you were a drooling mess, crying and begging like a cheap whore.

it didn’t help that mysta stared at you the entire time. he was instructed to sit on a chair a bit far away from the bed, however, close enough that he could see every drop of sweat on your skin. the blossoming marks of red on your ass whenever rias smacked it, the tears rolling down your cheeks as you got fucked — mysta was turned on by it all.

“go on, tell him how much you love my cock.” rias laughed, yanking your hair so hard he pulled you upwards, only to move his grip onto your neck. he hasn’t even cum once, his piercings dragging against your hole deliciously. “i-i love your cock, rias! please, don’t stop!” you whined like a bitch in heat.

maybe a few rounds ago you would cringe and deny saying anything close to that. now, however, your mind couldn’t string together a single coherent thought other than being filled with rias thick seed.

mysta gulped at that, palming himself through his pants. the more cock drunk you looked, the more turned on he got. he never saw you this desperate before. he felt humiliated. he felt good.

rias groaned, his heavy balls slapping against your little hole as he turned you over, locking you in a mating press. “i don’t want to stop now, y/n. not when your boyfriend is enjoying it so much. be a good little bitch and take it.”

hex? a therapist, who only cares about the good of others? this is scarily up my alley.

for my vanilla followers, this is the best ive got to offer. hex would be an adorable malewife. hear me out.

lovingly kissing you all over, holding you in his arms when you come home exhausted from a long busy day. letting him simply make you melt with his hands, touching wherever he pleased, deep voice praising you along the way.

his heart is so full when he can make you feel good. if you order him around, he wouldn’t mind too much, he’s a bit too shy to tell you no. you could tell him to suck you off for hours and he’d happily get on his knees.

now, for my not-so-vanilla followers, please consider... noncon. hex being your therapist, but you don’t notice just how truly obsessed he becomes with you.

you spill out all of your issues, tears in your eyes as you recall traumatic events. hex is scribbling on a clipboard, humming and soothing you with gentle words. in reality, he engrosses himself in the idea of you. you’re a being too good for this world — too good for these low lives that you surround yourself with.

who could blame him when hex takes things into his own hands? if no one else is around, you have no choice to depend on him, right? he’ll hold you close while you watch scary movies (if you’re too scared or make a fuss, he’ll simply ignore you) like a good boyfriend would.