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𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟!

featuring ... lucifer; mammon; leviathan; satan; asmodeus; beelzebub; belphegor.

genre ... smut (18+).

wc ... 3.6k

warnings ... smut (18+); oral (m receiving); face fucking; verbal degradation + praise; slight exhibitionistic + voyeuristic themes; slight corruptive themes; masturbation; foul language; fem!reader; a little bit angsty?; some reactions are more suggestive and not as nsfw as they could have been; some reactions are shorter, some reactions are longer — i got lazy. also, i suck at writing nsfw, so take that as you will.

synopsis ... the demon brothers react to mc catching them after a shower.

authors note ... repost from my previously deleted blog!

now playing ► hands to myself by selena gomez.

LUCIFER

There was probably a reason that Lucifer wasn’t answering your calls, and his lack of response was probably not an invitation for you to walk into his room unannounced.

But, you had never been the sharpest tool in the shed. Even in the Human Realm you weren’t the best at reading social cues — your lack of street smarts only seemed to get you into twice as much trouble in the Devildom. Of course, the avatar of pride was not the exception to your clueless ways. At some point, you were bound to slip up.

“MC…” Lucifer stood on the opposite side of the room, raven hair wet from his shower and a white towel hanging low — so low — around his hips.

The demon had watched as the door to his room swung open without so much as a knock and then swung shut with the fervor of a madman. He continued to watch as you took in his figure, scanning him from head to toe before you were able to fully process what you were doing. And he watched as your face grew hot with roseate tones.

Lucifer should be angry; he should be absolutely seething.

He probably would be, too, if it weren’t for the way he could feel his cock twitch with arousal at the way you looked at him, the way your eyes trailed over his every feature with - admiration? Adoration? Fondness? Or was the look in your eye simply desire? Desire to have him, desire to feel him… did you desire him?

“I- Sorry,” you spoke frantically, apologizing to the demon profusely, “I apologize; sincerely. I should have knocked.”

Lucifer looked on you with curiosity swimming in his eyes; how, exactly, could a human stir up emotions — needs — that haven’t been so prevalent for centuries? How curious, indeed…

“There’s no need to apologize, MC.” If anything, he should be the one apologizing. Sinful thoughts of you — oh so sinful; damnable, even — ran rampant through his mind. “What can I help you with; it must be important.”

“No-” your tongue ran along your lips, finding they became quite dry in the time you had been staring at Lucifer, and the demon felt his cock harden further beneath the towel at the motion. “No, it wasn’t so important.”

You were always so sweet, so complacent — reminiscent of the angels you so often wasted your time with. Lucifer had to give it to you: you would have made a better angel than he ever was, though he’ll force you to fall further than he ever did.

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I continued my activities.”

No, you certainly wouldn’t mind, and you would have stated such had your eyes not been trained on the towel that the demon let fall from his waist with little decorum.

This was not the Lucifer you had come to know — the one with the strict schedules, organized piles of paperwork, and sustained, uptight pride. This Lucifer was one you had yet to fully understand. This Lucifer was the one that was reckless, turbulent — the one that used his pride as his weapon instead of his lawbook.

This Lucifer was the one who was unabashedly stroking his half-hard cock in front of you, dripping with precum and letting soft groans pass through his lips. This Lucifer was wild, beautiful — completely alluring.

“Do you enjoy watching me, MC?” The question cut through your needy haze, the sound of his voice — the blatant pleasure he was feeling bleeding into his tone — making your breath catch in your throat and your pussy clench around nothing. “Because I certainly enjoy being watched by you.”

Your eyes follow his hand as he pumps his cock, fist squeezing tighter as he nears the tip. It looks painfully hard now, red and glistening. You couldn’t help but wonder what Lucifer would taste like, how his cock would feel sliding against your tongue. Would he guide your movements or would he let you please him of your own accord? Does he enjoy being teased or would he rather get straight to the point? What does he look like when he cums?

“You look like you want to devour me, MC — watching me like you are.” Lucifer continues his movements as he talks, your name nothing more than a breathy moan. “You should know that it’s a demons nature to give ourselves over to temptation when it’s presented to us; you should know better than to look at me like that.”

“I suppose… if I can’t look, can I touch?” The question rolled off of your tongue before you could care to consider your proposition.

Lucifer’s movements paused. His pretty MC, the object of his desire, wants to touch him? He swore to keep you happy and protected, as was his job under his lords order — if you want him, you will get him as many times as your fragile body could handle.

“Kneel.”

MAMMON

Mammon wasn’t simply the avatar of greed. No, he was the embodiment of greed itself.

Money, of course, was of the most obvious things he was greedy for. The demon believed that nothing was as satisfying as spending a couple hundred-thousand Grimm on whatever his heart desired (Lucifer and Mammon’s outstanding credit card bill would adamantly disagree).

Though, if he had to choose, Mammon would say that what he was most greedy for was you — albeit dubiously.

It came as quite a surprise when the demon first realized how truly euphoric you’ve made him feel, whether it be spoiling you or being graciously spoiled by you — it was how he imagined heaven would truly feel had he not been cast out for falling to the temptation of his sin, of his greed.

Mammon wondered if his greed was beginning to rub off on you, if that was the reason you had jumped him immediately after he had gotten out of the shower. Or, perhaps, you had simply been hanging around the avatar of lust too much.

Either way, it was Mammon that you were greedy for.

Your kiss wasn’t as sweet as Mammon was used too, it was lustful — lascivious and obscene. He could taste the sugary sweetness of candied strawberries on your tongue and could feel the way you pressed yourself against him until there was no space left. It was as if you couldn’t get close enough to him, like you wanted to steal his breathe from his lungs, crawl under his skin and become him.

Mammon knew greed; he was greed. Yet, this was the first time he was able to appreciate the intensity of your greed.

“Take this off.” Your fingers were playing with the tied-waist of Mammon’s towel, the offending piece of cloth frustrating you to no end — you wanted it gone, you wanted an unobstructed view of your lovers body and you both knew it. “Wanna see you.”

“Yeah…” his tone was teasing, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer, closer until you could feel how hard he is against you, “You wanna touch me too? You want my pleasure to be yours?”

Of course you did.

“Just want you,” your voice was quiet, almost as if the idea of wanting to be with Mammon was embarrassing, when, in fact, it was the complete opposite. You welcomed your want for the demon with open arms, even if he was a bit slower to admit his want for you.

“You have me.”

LEVIATHAN

Leviathan was insecure and, frankly, you had absolutely no idea why.

The purple haired demon had, in your mind, been a sight to behold since your first meeting. Even after his sin had overtaken him, when he had put you in danger — even then you continued to cherish and adore him.

In your current situation, you found yourself asking the question for what had to be the thousandth time: why?

Leviathan was beautiful. Everything about him.

His skin, marred with scars — delicate ones that were pale against his already pale complexion and lurid ones that flushed crimson, a reminder of the burns inflicted during the fall. They all told his story; for that, they were beguiling.

The avatar of envy was all sharp lines and tapered edges — you couldn’t help the way your eyes would glide over his figure whenever he decidedly graced you with his presence.

Yes, he was certainly beautiful — you were having difficulties deciding whether your current situation was a blessing or a curse. Maybe it was both.

It was clear that Leviathan had just gotten out of the shower, his hair wet and mused, water droplets staining his skin as they trailed along the lines of his body, down, further — don’t look.

Though, it was difficult not to, proving nearly impossible to avoid taking in all of him when he was right there, standing in the middle of the room, showcasing himself to you. Levi was frozen, flustered at your presence, held hostage in a state of embarrassment just like you.

He was aroused like you were, too — something you noted as you admired his physique with both hands clasped over your mouth in shock.

Leviathans cock was hardened, long and thick with precum beading at the tip under your attentive gaze. You had to wonder if his arousal had anything to do with you or if he had intended to use his time after his shower to get off. You could only hope that you had starred in some of his fantasies.

You needed to leave. You really needed to leave. You hadn’t intended on walking in on him like this, and the last thing you wanted was to ruin a friendship that took so much time to cultivate by staring at him any longer than you already had.

Levi’s shock bled into bitter confusion: just as quickly as you had walked into his room, you had left with the slam of his door.

The demon wasn’t thrilled that you had walked in on him, that this was how you were made to see him so vulnerable, but he figured it was an opening — a twisted opportunity to have the conversation that so desperately needed to be had.

But you had left, walked out on him without so much as a word. He had been unable to read your expressions, to get some idea of what you thought of him.

Maybe if Leviathan was better at keeping his envy in check he would have realized that, perhaps, you simply left because you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. Unfortunately, the demon had never been very good at controlling his sin.

Levi couldn’t help but wonder if it was the scars that scared you off. Or, maybe, his body wasn’t what you were looking for — he knows you’ve seen Asmodeus in a state of undress… maybe his brother was more your type. Could it have been his personality? Did you think of him as nothing more than a friend?

Was he really so undesirable?

SATAN

You wish you could say that catching him was an accident, that you hadn’t been completely intent on seeing the avatar of wrath in a state of absolute vulnerability. You thought of it as payback — an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, so to speak. Reparations for an accident that lead to Satan walking in on you in quite a vulnerable state.

But, was that really an accident? No, not if the knowing look in the demon’s eyes after the fact had anything to say about it.

Satan was intelligent, that was something he prided himself on. Nothing around him happened without him wanting it to happen — a fact you must’ve overlooked when deciding that, yes, sitting on his bed and waiting for him to exit the shower without prior announcement would be a good idea.

And, really, if you had thought your plan through just a little more, you would have seen that you were exactly where he wanted you.

“Such a pretty little thing…” The words fell easily from Satan’s tongue, his sentence trailing off as his thumb traced over your bottom lip. He stood in front of you, towel riding low on his hips — too low; dangerously low.

“You’re towel- it’s going to fall.”

The smile that graced Satan’s lips could only be described as sinister — wicked, corrupt, completely vicious; he was looking at you like a predator would look at prey, and you had no reluctance in believing that that was exactly what you were to him. Prey.

“Wouldn’t you like that,” Satan mocked, “Isn’t that why you’re here? Because you want to pleasure me?”

If you didn’t know any better, you would have believed he was tempting you — with his body, with his words that were coated in honey.

“Say the word, pretty one, and I’m yours to use as you please.”

ASMODEUS

Asmodeus held no shame. It was a fact that you had learned very early on during your time in the Devildom, a fact that became increasingly obvious the more time you spent with him.

Innocent requests of let me paint your nails and play with my hair had quickly turned into requests of let me kiss you and bathe with me.

You hadn’t yet agreed to those kinds of requests — even the avatar of lust had yet to guide you into falling for temptation. Though, you had to believe that this — this misfortune — would be the inevitable turning point.

“Fuck, baby,” the words fell from Asmo’s mouth as a blissful moan, “your mouth feels so good — better than heaven.”

The demon stood over you, his cock in your mouth and his hands placed over the back of your head, holding you steady as he thrusted against your tongue.

You gagged around his length, tears gathering in your eyes that only served to push Asmo towards his release.

The turn of events wasn’t expected. You hadn’t gone to Asmodeus’ room expecting him to be clad in only a towel that hung low on his waist, nor did you expect to find yourself on your knees to service him. But, the towel that lay discarded on the floor made you think that, just maybe, this should have been expected, and the demon that stood in front of you, letting loose the prettiest moans you had ever heard, made you believe that this was simply bound to happen.

“I’m gonna cum,” the demon whined, his hips stuttering as he pushed his cock as far into your mouth as he could. His abdominals flexed and you could feel him twitch in your mouth as he moaned — loudly and without fear of any of his brothers hearing.

When Asmodeus finally came, his release spilling down your throat, you swore you could never get enough of him. When he pulled away from you, admiring the string of saliva that connected your lips to his cock, and you could see the way his cock began to harden once again, was when you realized how truly shameless the avatar of lust was.

“Next time…” Asmo breathed out, “next time you should just bathe with me. But, right now, I just want to taste you.”

BEELZEBUB

You had two options to choose from when venturing to pull a reaction from Beelzebub: eating his food or withholding his food from him. Neither of those options produced a reaction that was particularly favorable (unless you’re into being literally eaten — Beel loved you, but he loved food just a smidge more).

You were convinced you would never be able to get a favorable reaction from him — a reaction that ended with you on your back and the avatar of gluttony between your thighs. Weeks of teasing, of dropping not-so-subtle hints of what you were after yielded no results. None whatsoever and you were beginning to wonder if he was attracted to you in even the slightest.

Though, your current predicament successfully cut off that train of thought.

You were going to have to talk to him, that much was for certain. You had intended on doing so; you swear to heaven and earththat’s all you went to his room to do.

It wasn’t your fault that Beelzebub had grown into the habit of leaving the door open when he showered, really. It wasn’t Beel’s fault either — it was his room and Belphegor never spent any time in there anyway.

It also wasn’t your fault that you could feel your heartbeat speed up at the realization that your lover was less than 15 feet away from you and naked. Nor was it your fault that the demon was audibly pleasuring himself to the thought of you, your name falling from his lips as he pumped his cock in the steaming shower.

You moved to sit on the edge of his bed, rubbing your thighs together for just a bit of relief. The pressure of your thighs pushed together didn’t help much, but you hadn’t exactly expected it to — at this point, you were almost certain the only way you were going to be able to satisfy yourself was with Beel’s help.

‘His fingers would do,’ you thought, your eyes closed as you imagined the way his fingers would fill you up, how they would brush up against that one spot inside you — the one that makes all your muscles tense and pleasured moans spill from your lips. You wondered if he would use his tongue on you, if he would enjoy the way you taste, if he would hold your hips down and savor everything you had to give him.

You wondered if Beelzebub was the type to leaving you marked and aching, completely satiated, yet wanting more.

“What are you doing?”

Your eyes shot open, your gaze landing on Beelzebub, who was dripping wet and holding a towel loosely around his waist.

You hadn’t heard the shower stop, nor had you realized your hand had made its way between your thighs, rubbing at your clit through the thin material of your panties under your skirt.

You couldn’t quite tell what Beel was thinking. He didn’t sound angry or disgusted; maybe a little annoyed? Though you couldn’t understand why he would be annoyed, of all things. You could understand being uncomfortable, angry, even irritated, but annoyed? It didn’t make sense.

You stood, making your way towards Beelzebub, feeling the way his eyes stayed glued on your figure, embarrassment making your body heat up.

“I didn't’- I was just- You were- Beel?” Whatever stuttered out thought you were going to try to make sense of was stopped when the demon began moving closer to you, your own body moving backwards until your legs hit the bed, forcing you to sit down in order to put some sort of space between you and your lover.

His presence was looming and you would have been scared had you not known him as well as you did.

“Why were you touching yourself,” yes, he was annoyed, “when I’m right here — when I should be the only one touching you?”

“I don’t-”

“You should be punished — for not letting me take care of you, for not coming to me first,” Beelzebub’s words were quiet, low as he spoke to you, “I’m going to pleasure you until you learn your lesson, until I’ve had my fill; and then I’m going to keep pleasuring you anyway, because you’ve kept yourself from me for so long — too long — and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

BELPHEGOR

“You’re such a dumb fucking slut, you know that?”

Belphegor was behind you, pushing your head into the pillows as his cock slammed as deep into you as possible, hips slapping against your ass with every thrust. You could feel the way his cock bulged in your belly while he was in you, and indulged in the way the tip brushed against your spongey walls — it was euphoric in every sense of the word.

“You liked walking in on me after my shower? Hmm?” The demon was taunting you, trying to rile you up as he provided you and himself with much needed relief. “Can feel you clenching around me — you’re practically sucking me in, little slut.”

“Please, Belphie,” you whined, tears welling in your eyes at the feeling of him inside of you, wanting more than you already had of him, “please!”

Belphegor rolled his eyes — you were always so needy. You disturb his sleep, you invade his privacy, you tell him what to do and when to do it all because you want him to fill your cunt, to make you feel good. He was done with you controlling how he fucked you, how he loved you — if you wanted him, you’d have to take whatever he decides to give you.

“Wish you could just be a good girl for me, be the good girl everybody already thinks you are.” Belphegor’s words were breathy, unable to catch a breath as he fucked into you. “Why can’t you be a good girl?”

“I am!” It was a cry, a plea that fell from your lips. You were a good girl, you swore you were. “I am a good girl — promise!”

“If you were a good girl, you wouldn’t have invaded my privacy, would have knocked on the door instead of just walking in. You wanted to see my cock, wanted me to fill you up instead of waiting like a good girl would. No, you’re not a good girl — you’re my dirty, needy little slut,” the demon leaned down, his lips pressed against your ear, “You need to be taught a lesson, you stupid, impatient human.”

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