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Asmo, Satan, Levi, and Simeon kiss your clit, you hear their sighs as they press soft kisses to it, teeth and tongue catching on the little bud, wanting to give it their full attention to have you coming apart with a shout of their name as you soak their face

Belphie, Lucifer, Barbatos, and Solomon spank your clit, their ankles locked over yours to keep your legs spread wide as you sit in their lap, a free hand making messy circles and tapping again and again at it, the sticky mess of your release coating their fingers while they whisper praises in your ear

Diavolo, Mammon, and Beel spit on your clit, their thumbs spreading your lips wide as they kneel between your legs and watch the long string of spit drop down onto you, hole fluttering and clenching around nothing until they take their cock in hand, using the tip to smear it messily on the throbbing bud before popping themselves inside you with a low growl, grinning at your hips twitching and the whine of their name on your lips

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This. This. THISSSS!! Like, yeah, all the brothers are obsessed with MC, but Mammon? Mammon can tell how your feeling just by staring at the back of your head. He knows everything you love by heart AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME THAT THIS DORK DOESN'T DOODLE YOURS AND HIS NAME OVER AND OVER IN HIS NOTEBOOK WHILE LISTENING TO SONGS THAT REMIND HIM OF YOU WITH THE GOOFIEST SMILE ON HIS FACE UNTIL HE FINALLY GETS TO SEE YOU IN YOUR NEXT SHARED CLASS AT R.A.D.

will never shut up about mammon probably having shit taste in music so when he sends you a playlist link you're raising your eyebrow, especially since it's titled w some cheesy line like “how yer stupid ass makes me feel” or something like that so you're thinking that he's clowning you, doing this for shits and giggles. only to open the playlist and be it exactly in your taste, with a few of your most favorite songs throwed in and some gems you've never even heard before, with lyrics that are all so heart-wrenchingly romantic for some reason. you imagine him laying down on his bed, blasting these cheesy songs and thinking of you, and you feel warm all over.

yeah, he may have shit taste in music but he's observant as hell, especially when it comes to you. he likes studying with you in your room because you'd often have your type of music playing, and he could see how energized it makes you feel, how the lyrics seem to reach somewhere beyond your surface. he notices it all and more, y’know. he's your first man, after all <3

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𝐂𝐖: Twitter p*rn links, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Just thinking about Beelzebub and how he would love to breed you until your pussy is sore and leaking. How, no matter how much he prepares you with his skilled tongue and thick fingers that he still has to force his inhumanly large cock into your tight hole. "Good girl, I knew it would fit," he'd praise, large hands wandering across the obvious bulge in your stomach, "I'll be sure to fill you up until you're nice and full of me."

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Finally- FINALLY saw the new character leaks and wow 💜💜💜💜 I've been lowkey crushing on Mephistopheles for forever now cause him and Mammon seem like they are little troublemakers so it's going to be nice to finally see him in game and 13 looks soooo good!!! Plus the thigh tattoo?? WOOF. As for Raphael, I don't have too much to say....I really like that he's tan tho!!! I love how Obey Me actually has dark/brown skin characters and not just pale skin left and right. This is definitely a win.

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𖤐 — 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞...𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧! 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Merman! Leviathan x GN! MC

𝐂𝐖: None! Just fluff :)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I don't want to be horny anymore, I just want to be happy....so have these shitty headcanons 🎉

𖤐 — 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬? 🕯

Merman! Leviathan who has been watching you since the moment you moved into your little cottage by the sea. The sound of your name would seep into Leviathan's brain like a painful migraine as large men carrying boxes would lumber across the private beach, their questions of "here?" or "there?" disturbing the merman on what had been a quiet summer afternoon. Amethyst eyes would peek out from the calm waves nearby, hues of turquoise and sea green tickling his cheeks as he'd eye your luggage, brows furrowing in concentration as nagging whispers of interest would fill Leviathan's ears as he'd try to picture the contents of the boxes. But, it was at that moment that the merman wished for you to leave, for you to change your mind, pack your bags, and never return. Yet, Leviathan would only grumble unhappily to himself while being cradled by the waves, his tail simply twitching in distaste as his eyes would continue to narrow themselves towards you - the new human next door.

Merman! Leviathan who only reveals himself to you on the fateful day that the waves had been a bit too rough, the usually calm tide having turned into monsterous waves complete with rolling thunder and strikes of lightening. You had been so scared, so terrified and unsure of what to do all alone on your little boat that Leviathan just had to help you. Annoying human or not. And it was then, when your eyes had opened wide and your jaw had hung slack from shock upon seeing your hero, that Leviathan found himself thinking that perhaps you weren't so bad. Maybe even...cute.

Merman! Leviathan who sputters and blushes at the way you race out to meet him on the beach every morning without fail. His torso will emerge from the water just in time to see the ocean air whip around you, sand flying out from behind you at the speed of which you ran to meet him, your arms waving almost widely as you'd shout his name. "S-stupid human. Lower your voice," the merman would hiss despite the way his large tail would wag underneath the shallow waves, "It's still early, ya know."

Merman! Leviathan who leaves you pretty shells and shining treasures that he finds at the bottom of the sea. Webbed fingers will point out all the details that you had failed to miss, Leviathan's words always excited and uncharacteristically bold as he shared with you mountains upon mountains of information about the sea that he was so passionate about.

Merman! Leviathan who loves to hear your stories about the human world, a bright smile filled with gleaming fangs always greeting you the moment you returned home from work with the a new story already forming on your lips. Books, movies, people, places, Leviathan would listen to you talk about it all for hours on end, wet indigo locks always leaning against your legs that rested within the water as you spoke.

Merman! Leviathan whose cheeks always turn bright red whenever you compliment his shining scales and handsome face. "H-hey! Quit it!" He'd stutter, his protests only making you giggle as the merman would hide his face behind his hands, but regardless of his words, deep down Leviathan always hoped that you would never stop complimenting him the way you always did.

Merman! Leviathan who gives you his first kiss, his lips soft yet cold as they press against yours one summer afternoon. The sun had been hot and freshly cut watermelon juice had managed to collect on your lips and dribble down your chin. You had looked so ethereal then, so cute and carefree, Leviathan just couldn't help but smash his lips against yours, his tongue darting out only slightly in order to fully bask in the flavor the watermelon gave to your lips. "Hm, that was a new sensation to me...C-can we do it one more time?"

Merman! Leviathan who takes you on late night swims in the ocean. Flips, twirls, tricks, Leviathan will do anything to impress you and hear your excited giggles fill the night air. Hands will link with yours, the bio-luminescence of the sea lighting your way as Leviathan would be sure to show you the things he couldn't bring ashore and to, of course, introduce you to his fish friend Henry 2.0.

Merman! Leviathan whose envy makes itself known the moment anyone comes to visit you and steal your time away from him. Narrowed eyes will peek out from the waves, fangs bared and eyebrows furrowed with pure jealousy as the waves around him will begin to rock violently to and fro at the sight of someone else laughing and talking with you. What if you forgot all about him? What if you found someone better than a merman who couldn't even walk alongside you? Worry would start to eat at Leviathan, his self-doubt gnawing away at his confidence until you would rush to the sea to calm him, hushed whispers of "are you okay?" and "I love you" making the merman's heart swell.

2021 © Deviousdemonzzz

[deviousdemonzzz]

Bruh with the camgirl devotee fic,it's really great but I choked on my coffee bc Devotee was the original name of one of my ocs,their name is now Devoti or Devo but it had me dying of laughter bc I could definitely see my oc being a camgirl now,honestly love your writing style though.

How cute!! I've never heard of someone having the name Devoti but I really really like it! Your oc sounds very unique and fun! Thank you for sharing because I honestly love hearing about peoples oc's, like, ya'll are crazy creative sometimes 💜 and thank you for the compliment! Hearing that people enjoy my writing makes me happy :) ( and sorry for making you choke! lolol)

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kaeya finds out poor servant reader was sick and loses his mind trying to take care of reader AND find out who did it . the entire court is terrified wondering who did it because they knew that hurting reader was a death wish because kaeya and reader’s relationship is an open secret.

Ah, I told myself I wouldn't discuss Prince! Kaeya for a while since I spent so much time on the post I made but...a few more won't hurt, right? 😳 But, yesss! If servant reader happens to be poisoned or something similar then I see Kaeya being very unstable during the whole ordeal. He'll open coddle you even if it enrages the king and the entire court will be tasked with finding a cure although Kaeya won't trust anyone but himself to give it to you. And naturally, if the perpetrator is ever found then a grand punishment is in order despite anyone who might object. Kaeya's not the kindest of princes after all.

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𖤐 — 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞...𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐞! 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Lucifer x Afab! MC

𝐂𝐖: NSFW, Camgirl shenanigans, Male masturbation, Female masturbation, Sex toys, Voyeurism, Nothing super detailed, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I was high and watching bad movies when my humongous, galaxy brain came up with this idea on the fly despite never having watched camgirl content in my life. Originally this was for Mammon (my favorite brother who I have no content for ) but then I said fuck it and switched it to Lucifer last second because I crave Lucifer falling apart behind closed doors. Also, no drabble for this one because my brain needs a break.

𖤐 — 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬? 🕯

Camgirl Devotee! Lucifer who finds your stream due to Leviathan, the 3rd born having left the tabs on his computer open despite leaving the house to stand in line for a new game earlier that day. Ruby red eyes and plump lips morphed into a look of distaste, the avatar of pride only quickly turning to leave the room once the lack of his brothers presence became clear. At least, that’s what Lucifer had meant to do. Instead, Lucifer found himself looking at the glowing monitors longer than he should have, the sounds of giggles and sweet moans making his cheeks flush only slightly as they stared at you. 

Camgirl Devotee! Lucifer who can’t stop thinking about you long after he returns to his office to bury himself in his paperwork. Like a cursed record that kept skipping, Lucifer kept playing your moans and giggles over and over in his mind until suddenly his dress pants were too tight for comfort and a raging heat was beginning to emerge in the pit of his stomach. “How infuriating...” the demon would groan, hands already reaching for his D.D.D only to search for your name that Lucifer himself was surprised he had remembered. But, once that familiar screen had finally loaded and your cute lips that formed a perfect ‘o’ were present on screen, all of Lucifer’s previous hesitation was then gone as his hands quickly discarded his gloves and began to stroke his already throbbing length. 

Camgirl Devotee! Lucifer who starts to become addicted to your naughty streams. His pale cheeks flushing with color the moment you say his name despite how you had giggled the first time you read it, the name obviously meaning nothing more to you, a human, than a mere bible story or ominous villain. Moans of his name will make the avatar of pride hard the moment he hears them, his hand stroking his cock in time with the toys that were thrust deeply in and out of your cute cunt. 

Camgirl Devotee! Lucifer who donates copious amounts of money to you despite his better judgement, for it’s all worth it the moment your seductive lips purr out a “Thank you, Luci ~ ♡.” It’s not that much money Lucifer tells himself, although your social media posts with your new designer bags and tight, expensive dresses say otherwise. 

Camgirl Devotee! Lucifer who sends you sex toys that are similar to his own cock, the inhuman length and ridges making you moan in the way that Lucifer knew you would when he had picked them out so carefully. 

Camgirl Devotee! Lucifer who learns to time his orgasms with yours. Wild hair and glowing red eyes will bore holes into the screen of his D.D.D, groans and growls slipping past Lucifer’s clenched fangs as your movements speed up, your orgasm quickly approaching as you stuffed yourself full with a dildo that Lucifer himself had purchased for you. Your rhythmic “ah ah ah”s will spur the demon on towards completion, each hypnotic swivel of your hips or quivering of your thighs only sending the avatar of pride deeper and deeper into the pit of his lust and infatuation until finally, with a final moan, Lucifer will messily cum all over his own stomach.

Camgirl Devotee! Lucifer who knows he shouldn’t apply for a contest to meet you in person, but does so anyway, for just the thought of watching anyone else fuck you is too much for the prideful demon to bear. However, all of Lucifer’s jealousy and worries will be washed away the moment your cute lips announce the winner, a sweet kiss to the screen and a wink being the only thing Lucifer cared about until the fateful day he’d get the chance to show all your other watchers who you really belonged to. 

2021 © Deviousdemonzz

[deviousdemonzzz]

Hihi! Just found your blog and I absolutely adore it! Your aesthetic is like WOW

If I may request a yandere!Asmodeus fic with a female mc that would be great. If you could include dumbfication and spit, even better! Maybe marking and monster fucking? I hope it's not too much to ask.

Thanks in advance, have a lovely day!

𖤐 — 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐀𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐱 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐁! 𝐒/𝐨

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I saw the words "Yandere Asmodeus" and I immediately became interested. Yan! Asmo definitely treats his darling like a precious little doll that he can dress up and pamper. Just tell him how much you love him and he'll do ANYTHING for you. Anyways - thank you so much for the compliment and the request! I hope that this is what you were looking for. And I apologize for the wait! Personal stuff gets in the way sometimes y'know?

𝐂𝐖: NSFW, Yandere, Obsessive behavior, Non-sexual infantilization, Monster fucking, Spitting, Marking, Biting, Dumbification, Aphrodisiac, Dubcon-ish...yeah, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

𖤐 — 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬? 🕯

Yandere! Asmodeus who can't stop thinking about you no matter how desperately he may try. Textbooks are riddled with your name, declarations of love for you are carved onto the walls and the wood of his vanity, food and water only touch Asmodeus' lips if you have touched it beforehand, even the gallery on Asmo's phone and photo albums (usually dedicated to just pictures of himself) are now filled with nothing but you. Gifts? the narcissistic 5th born practically smothers you with them. His time? Just say the word and Asmodeus is by your side. Feeling down? Don't worry, Asmodeus is the first to reach you for his amber eyes are always watching you from afar, waiting for the moment that you'll look his way and run into his open arms. His heart and soul? Take whatever is left! It's yours!

Yandere! Asmodeus who can handle anything but the thought of you with someone else. Someone who would cling to you and laugh with you and smile at you and kiss you. More jealousy than blood would run through Asmodeus' veins at just the thought of it, pink and green nails always dangerously close to breaking skin as he'd claw worriedly at the nearest surface at the mere possibility of you being stolen away from him and his charming advances. But, Asmodeus is not a monster, he would convince himself, he would give you many chances to love him, his smile always being the first and last thing you'd see during the day when he would inevitably hide you away from prying eyes, a glorious cage surrounding you as if you were a rare and special bird that could and would only sing for Asmodeus. “Don’t cry, angel,” he’d coo, soft hands and manicured nails caressing the skin that chains had managed to turn sore and raw, “you have me. Isn’t that enough?”

Yandere! Asmodeus who treats you like a special little doll. Ribbons, bows, and outfits that showed enough skin to make you embarrassed would be lovingly placed on you, Asmodeus reminding you to just sit and still and be good ringing in your ears as he'd dress you in any way he liked. Makeup and skin care products would be applied to your skin, your hair would never go un-styled, and rose-scented baths would become almost routine, for there was no greater joy to Asmodeus than walking into his room and seeing you so obedient and so dolled up just for him. But, much like a doll, Asmodeus would also treat you as something fragile, something that would break at even the smallest amounts of pressure. Feeding yourself? What if you choke! Asmodeus should feed you instead. Carrying something? But oh darling what if you get hurt! Just let Asmodeus carry it for you. Drinking tea? What if it's too hot! Better let Asmodeus blow on it for you. Brushing your own teeth? Just let Asmodeus do it for you just this once and he'll stop crying over it, he promises!

Yandere! Asmodeus who knows that you can't resist how his aphrodisiac-infused spit makes you feel. Teeth will clash and your lips will risk the chance of becoming swollen and bruised at the force of which Asmodeus will kiss you, tongue entwining with yours until his amber eyes gleam at the way you're squeezing your thighs and rolling your little hips into his own. “Hehe, you look so cute,” Asmodeus would breathe, hands already reaching to rip away your clothes and reveal the cute lingerie that he had put on you earlier that morning, “I’m the only person you need. So, just let me make you feel good, okay?”

Yandere! Asmodeus who tells you that he knows you can handle the length and thickness of his demon cock, delicious ridges and all. Soft hands will be quick to fold you into any position they desire, amber eyes raking over you like a beast staring down prey as Asmodeus would rub the tip of his cock teasingly against your cunt. "Beg for it- tell me how much you need me," Asmodeus would gasp, hips already desperately trying not to hump into your wet heat and fuck you dumb like he knows you want him to deep, deep down.

Yandere! Asmodeus who never fails to tell you how cute you look fucked brain-dead on his cock, his words of praise desperate and muffled as he would say them between nipping and licking at your skin. "Feel that?" he'd hum, hands reaching up to apply pressure on the bulge his cock made in your stomach "Only I can make you feel like this, right? Right!?" and once Asmodeus would see you nod dumbly to his questions, already too tired and under his influence to say no, he would be quick to smile, his cute fangs practically gleaming as he would reward you with sloppy kisses filled with aphrodisiac. "Good girl, just don't pass out yet, okay? I still want to play with you some more."

You gave a startled yelp when Asmodeus’ soft hands grabbed at your hips suddenly, the skilled appendages spinning you over so that you lay across your front. Your breath caught in your throat at the swift movement, mind taken aback by the effortless strength Asmodeus possessed. Your mouth opened to speak but was silenced  just as quickly as hands then positioned you up onto your hands and knees. From this position you couldn’t see Asmodeus but you could feel him, his ominous and large presence settling at your back like a mountain. You were too vulnerable like this. Too open and powerless. 

Heat surged through you at how animalistic and primal the two of you must have looked with the avatar of lust mounted up behind you, like you were some kind of bitch in heat. A fist clenched around your throat and you gasped, your head being pushed down until your face was buried against silk sheets, your ass listed and completely at Asmodeus’ mercy. Fear surged down your spine, causing you to tremble. You whimpered, uncertainty growing within you. Maybe giving in to Asmodeus’ constant begging for your time wasn't a good idea after all…In fact, part of you couldn’t even remember how exactly you ended up like this, so bare and desperate.

It had only started with an invitation, an innocent one at that, that much you remember. All day your D.D.D seemed to have rang and buzzed with notifications of messages from the 5th born, all of them asking - no, begging - for just a fraction of your time. 

[Asmobaby]: 

Come on, just one night, please? ;( 

You’re not spending another day with stupid Mammon, are you? It’s not fair! 

Hellooo?

Don’t ignore me. 

I promise you won’t regret it! I even have a surprise for you! ♡

So please? Say yes? 

Some of the texts had been strange, unnerving even, but by the time your phone had buzzed for the umpteenth time, you had agreed to spend the night with Asmodeus. A self-care night. A special night, Asmodeus called it, a winky-face and heart following the text like always. But, it wasn’t until you were bombarded with the taste of cherry-flavored chapstick against your lips and strong, heart covered arms that held you against the door that you knew something was wrong. “Asmodeus!” you had gasped, head still reeling from the suddenness of which pink-tinted horns and unfurled black wings had greeted you, “What are you doing!?”. However, your question had not been answered, instead it was smothered in the form of a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss, a giggle of “just relax, cutie” being the only response you received before Asmodeus’ tongue continued to messily entwine with yours. 

An explosion of heat began to bloom in your belly then, quickly spreading out until your entire body was burning with it. Your mind went completely blank at the sensation – the confusion and surprise of being forced to be treated in such a way fading first into an afterthought before disappearing altogether. Within moments, you were completely overwhelmed, unable to think, unable to reason. Your cunt was pulsing, hot and slick up against the confines of your bottoms, wanting to be exposed and be touched, to be stroked, fucked, anything, anything at all. And before you knew it you were face down on Asmodeus’ bed, a wild, unhinged look in his amber eyes.

“You’re mine,” Asmodeus purred, his hot breath blowing against your nape as he hunched over you from behind. “Promise me. Come on, I want to hear you say it.” Something rough and thick prodded against the entrance of your pussy then, seeking entry. You froze, head whipping around to try and grasp the speed of what was happening around you. But it was too late–The tip of Asmodeus' cock already breached your walls, sliding in, stretching you. You cried out at the burn it caused, hips wiggling to ease the pain of the unusual pink and precum covered head entering you so suddenly. Asmodeus gripped your hips from behind, bracing against you. Preparing. You clenched your eyes shut, your body bracing for him to begin fucking you, hard and fast - he seemed the type who liked it rough after all. You reached back blindly, trying to grab for Asmodeus, to push him back. "Wait, hold on," you breathed in alarm, "It's too much! You're too big!" Yet even as you pleaded the words, your body seemed to delight in the feeling of every single movement.

Your muscles clamped around him, sucking him in deeper even though your mind panicked at his inhuman size, each ridge that sunk into you causing you to shake and gasp. Asmo's mouth found your ear, his voice strained as he panted and moaned sweet nothings, his image of being sweet and gentle suddenly diminishing right before you as his hips stuttered with lust. "Promise me!" the demon reminded you again, his voice demanding yet so temptingly sweet “I know you love me, so why won’t you just say it?” “You aren’t thinking about anyone else, right?” “Just me? Only me?” “I don’t need to fuck the thought of every other man out of your head, do I?” “Will you tell me you love me then!?”  One after another, questions flew at you so fast that you could hardly process them, fear slowly emerging once again within the pit of your gut only to quickly be diminished by the throb of Asmodeus’ cock that in one smooth movement, slid all the way into you until fully seated to the hilt. You screamed, stretched to the maximum, unable to do anything except accept him and moan. When he drew himself out again, you could hear the wet sucking noise your joined bodies made, your wetness coating his length all the way to the inhumanly thick base. In and out Asmodeus buried himself, roughly, almost desperately, as if he had finally pushed away all his remaining self-control and human-like qualities. Still fully behind you, his hips slapping up against your ass.

Delirious, you whined and pleaded indistinguishable words to him. Trying to push your weight back against him, wanting more, needing more. Asmodeus moaned at the feeling, his fangs scraping against your shoulder blade, nipping the skin gently. "Hehe, feels good doesn’t it?” Asmodeus questioned, fingers travelling nice and slow, leaving red marks in their wake as they traveled down to the V between your thighs, your sudden squeals of overstimulation doing nothing but creating more welts against your skin as Asmodeus’ skilled fingers suddenly began brushing against the hard nub of your clit as your eyes closed and your cheeks flushed. “I knew you’d love it, Darling” He coo’d “Who knew you’d look so cute all drunk on my special little kisses~” 

You wanted to respond then, to ask Asmodeus what he was talking about, but you could not, for the orgasm that ripped through you had you screaming into the blankets. Your cries echoing around the room as your pussy contracted around his hard flesh. Another climax followed, and then another. Each one stronger and more mind-shattering than the last, but never once did Asmodeus falter in his pace. Sure and confident, he took everything from you. Every little moan, whimper, spasm and plea. A firm hand fell upon your back, pressing down, making you arch so he could go deeper still. Demanding more.

Every nerve was on fire. Your body was so sensitive and raw that you didn't know how much more you could take from him. Completely lost, you looked up over your shoulder to him. Asmodeus' tall shape loomed above you, his back hunched like a wild beast in rut as his wings flared out behind him, his glowing eyes almost completely covered by his champagne-colored hair that fell in untidy strands. "I promise," you whispered to him, encouraging him. Brain too far gone to want anything but the pleasure that cascaded over you. You tried to remember what used to turn your ex's on during sex, of what used to make them wild in hopes that it would do the same for Asmodeus. "I want you to cum inside of me. I want you to, please!" So many emotions flashed across Asmodeus' face in that moment, his bright and fiery amber eyes opening wide as you begged. Surprise. Amusement. Lust. A hint of vulnerability. And then starkly cruel determination.

Asmodeus' eyes became deadly then, his pupils morphing into nothing more than a tiny dot, narrowed with dark intent and hunger. You wriggled, taken by surprise only for Asmodeus' entire length to plunge into you, finally and completely breaking the unknown barrier between your hearts and your bodies. His weight settled upon you, pinning you down, offering you no mercy. His sharper teeth clashed against the skin of your shoulder, breaking the delicate skin despite how often the demon whined that no harm should come to it. For what seemed like an age, he refused to let you breathe, to let you move or think. You were completely captured by him, relying on him for air and life itself.

His hips took up their pace again, the raw flesh of your pussy awakening and blazing to life as Asmodeus rammed into you, grinding in deep, riding hard, taking his pleasure. Your hands gripped the sheets with strained knuckles, your fingernails digging into the fabric. Asmodeus broke away from his rough kiss on your shoulder with a snarl, practically growling in your ear. "You're mine and only mine," he warned, Asmodeus' hand reaching for and tightening at your neck as if in reprimand. "I won't let anyone else have you." "I don't care!" you gasped, arching into him. "Take me! I'm yours!"

You don't know why you said it. Or how Asmodeus shuddered at the words. Or how his cock twitched in anticipation. All you knew was that you were on the brink of falling into an abyss of euphoria, completely lost to the world and reality. If he wanted to love you like this, then you would let him. If he wanted to destroy your soul, then you would let him have that too. Asmodeus succumbed to another growl, a sound more like a wild animal than a man. 

Your legs were spread wider by powerfully strong hands, whimpers of bliss leaving your lips as Asmodeus’ demon cock drove so deep that he brushed against the neck of your womb. His shaft throbbed, growing thicker within you, stretching you further. He's was close. He was going to cum. The fact alone was enough to send you hurtling over the edge and a white-hot orgasm flashed through you again. You wailed into the room, hips jerking as your sore pussy clenched around him. Asmodeus gave a snarl in return, hissing in warning before he began to spasm inside of you, his hot semen filling your channel and leaking out to seep down the curve of your thighs.

For a moment you feared it would never end. Yet at the same time, you hoped it never did. Your walls kept contracted around him, milking him.Shaking, sweaty and half-dead to the world, you slumped back against the covers, feeling thoroughly used. Satiated.

Through the din ringing in your ears, you heard Asmodeus speak to you, soft whispering against your ear, his words incoherent yet so sweet and caring. You didn't understand a single word. However, what you did understand was the sight of chains being locked around your wrists, the cool metal against your skin shocking you back to reality. 

“Hehe, now I can play with you as much as I want. Aren’t you excited, Darling? ♡"

2021 © Deviousdemonzz

[deviousdemonzzz]

New obey me characters?? Hello???? And I'm stuck on lesson 30????? FUUUUCCKK

[deviousdemonzzz]

thinking about prince!kaeya poisoning the king and then his wife because he’s gotten tired of pretending that he isnt fucking his servant and also because when servant!reader got pregnant kaeya wanted to take care of the kid and the wife was like ummm im not taking care of your mistresses’s baby and kaeya did not like that! at all! he IS going to take care of your child, and nobody is going to stop him. what do you think of this concept?

Oh for sure! Poisoning, stabbing, overthrowing, Prince! Kaeya is not at all above making heads roll, especially when it comes to his s/o. The most important thing in his life would quite literally be you and your baby, and if anyone threatened to take you both away from him then there would definitely be hell to pay. I mean, this man would be ready to start a war if it meant that you were okay. That crazy soulmate shit y'know?? However, I also see Kaeya just running away with his s/o as well and living in a cute little shack by the sea or smth. I really just think it depends on whether his s/o is actively in danger to be harmed or not.

[deviousdemonzzz]

𖤐 — 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞...𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞! 𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Prince! Kaeya x AFAB! Servant! S/o

𝐂𝐖: Breeding kink, Infidelity, like holy fuck there is a lot of infidelity going on here, Obvious power dynamics, Lactation kink, Exhibitionism, Cunnilingus, Cervix kissing, Somnophilia, Spanking, Dumbification, Body worship, Creampies, Inappropriate use of alchemy, Unprotected sex (you will never see a condom in my fics. sorry), MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Okay so, you know that theory that Kaeya is the long lost prince of Khaenri’ah or whatever? Yeah. That. Anyways - this au whatever it is has been on my mind for fucking FOREVER, so I’m taking ya’ll down the royal Kaeya rabbit hole with me. This might even be part 1 of (?) because my Prince Kaeya brainrot is massive and I couldn’t fit everything I wanted to on this one post. 

𖤐 — 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬? 🕯

𝐒𝐅𝐖

Prince! Kaeya whose mind becomes dominated by you the moment he first lays eyes on you. Even now, Kaeya remembers how his eyes, cobalt and striking blue, had widened with both innocent curiosity and uncontrollable amusement the moment he saw your form, nervous and shy, bow before him. He remembers how your hands had shook, your voice wavering as you had introduced yourself under his fathers watchful gaze in front of the throne and smiled at him for the very first time. So shy, so cute, so seemingly bashful, not at all were you afraid of the young boy like most servants were. Not once did your gaze flicker to the small crown on his head or the lavish clothes that made up his royal attire. Instead, your eyes had focused purely on his, promises to serve your king and his son well forming on your tongue. And it was from that very first encounter as children, that Kaeya was sure he had already begun falling in love with you.

Prince! Kaeya who remembers how he had begged his father again and again to have you serve him right by his side, his childish outbursts and crocodile tears only stopping once his request was finally fulfilled. Hums of happiness would leave his lips as he would slump over his throne, blue eyes watching with amusement at how you would fidget uncomfortably, so used to only working in the kitchen and the gardens instead of the grand halls and striking throne room. "You'll get used to it-" Kaeya would drawl, his smile only growing wider once you had jumped at the sound of him addressing you so suddenly, "don't worry, I'll make sure of it. Okay?"

Prince! Kaeya who teases you and demands your presence well into your adult life, his words of jest never once failing to make your posture stiff and your face flushed as you catered to the mischievous princes every whim. Doing your daily morning tasks? Too bad, Kaeya is already defiantly shouting your name throughout the castle halls, his blue eyes practically sparkling to life the moment you enter his chambers to dress and care for him with flushed cheeks. Speaking with other servants? Fine, as long as they don't run away from how Kaeya stands directly behind you, over six feet of defined muscles and expensive robes practically towering over you as they listen to every word exchanged. Needed urgently somewhere else in the castle? Kaeya doesn't even look up at you whenever he denies your request to leave his side, a defiant, "you don't need to be anywhere else but here," forcing you to obey.

Prince! Kaeya who buys you the most expensive and lavish outfits fit for a queen despite the other servants' jealous gazes and his fathers own disapproving one. But of course, even if you politely turn down the gifts, their brights colors and shining jewels far too lavish for someone of your position, Kaeya insists that you try them on anyway. “Come on~” he’d coo “try them on, just for me?” and of course, like his word was law, you do even if the experience leaves you embarrassed and flushed as you look at yourself in the mirror completely oblivious to how Kaeya’s eyes seemed to devour you, his chest puffing out with pride upon seeing you wear the things that he had so carefully picked out for you.

Prince! Kaeya who slyly toys with you to keep himself sane whenever his father demands his presence. While the king and his advisories drone on, Kaeya hardly pays any sort of attention, for he is too busy basking in the feeling of how your fingers feel against his lips every time you feed him the fruit you were ordered to. He’ll nod and hum to his fathers words during that time, but almost everyone can see how his gaze will slowly shift towards you, his bored expression quickly turning into an unreadable look of wonder as the prince becomes bewitched by the way you rock your hips idly from boredom.

Prince! Kaeya who demands that you dress and bathe him. Chuckles will fill the air at your hesitation, teasing words of “don't be shy” only making your cheeks warmer as you try not to stare at the display of beautiful bronze skin and finely sculpted muscles that await you. But, much to the prince’s delight, you quickly become accustomed to the feel of your hands on his skin, yet no matter how many times you touch him Kaeya can never seem to keep himself from shivering at even the gentlest of touches.

Prince! Kaeya who snorts and guffaws whenever you jump at the sound of clashing swords and bold words that are exchanged between the young prince and his sword instructor. "Worried?" he'd hum, only to chuckle once you dared to deny his accusations “Aw, and here I thought we had a special relationship.” But, Kaeya teases you with words no farther than that, for the young prince will instead smile as you rush towards him the moment he suddenly begins to limp or wince. He’s not faking it! He swears! 

Prince! Kaeya who insists on taking you to the stables despite his fathers disapproving glare. Strong hands will pull you away quickly, the prince unnaturally quiet as he would rush to place you on his horse before anyone could say no. But even as others would look on, too fearful to actually confront the prince about allowing servants to ride his royal steed, Kaeya would pay the quizzical looks no mind, for the sight of you so joyous and carefree is enough to convince the prince to do it all over again the next day. “It’s okay, you’re okay,” Kaeya would hum, his bronze hands guiding his horse expertly into a slow and steady trot with you pressed nervously against his chest at the unfamiliar rock of the stallions steps, “I promise you have nothing to be afraid of when your with me.” 

Prince! Kaeya who strolls through the castle halls in the dead of night, his thoughts of you and his worries keeping him from the realm of sleep until he, as if on autopilot, reaches the servant quarters and knocks on the wood of your door. Part of Kaeya knows that he’s being selfish then, but every time you opened your door and revealed those cute sleepy eyes and that lacy white nightgown, he can’t help but decide that his actions are more than justified. “Walk with me?” he’d always ask, and walk with him you always did. The paintings and mirrors that decorated the castle walls would shimmer in the moonlight, Kaeya’s words always soft and always genuine as he would begin just talking to you. His troubles, his conflicts, even his secrets, those walks through the empty hallways of the castle always caused the young prince to open up and show you his true self. No masks, no lies, no crown. 

Prince! Kaeya whose world crumbles around him as his father tells him that it is time for him to bear an heir, that royalty from all across Teyvat are eager to fulfill the role of his new wife and mother of his children. Yet, no one seems to notice the prince’s distress, not even when his head whips around to stare at you, his mouth agape and his brows furrowed with the quickly approaching realization that you weren’t an option, that you would never be allowed to be an option. 

Prince! Kaeya who only becomes more clingy after the announcement, his jewel-covered hands always reaching for you, begging for you to stay, to brush his hair for just a little bit longer, to stay and talk with him until he fell asleep like you used to when you were children. Rough skin will caress yours, Kaeya’s praises for your hard work and devotion to him ringing in your ears as Kaeya’s grip on you would become harsher, rougher. “Stay by my side always,” he’d beg, so quiet that it was almost to himself than anyone else. “Please.” 

Prince! Kaeya who ultimately denies his father’s wish despite his initial compliance to find a suitable bride. Bright smiles, shining eyes, and pouting lips all fail to capture Kaeya’s attention no matter how many women are introduced to him, nothing but a bored expression forming itself onto the young princes face as royal men’s daughters batted their eyelashes at him. Warnings of ‘do what your told’ and ‘don’t ruin this’ would be placed far away in the back of Kaeya’s mind, shining cobalt blues instead searching the ballroom for you despite how others seemed to scoff and sneer at how close the prince seemed to want a mere servant to be beside him.

Prince! Kaeya who can’t help but let a few defeated tears shed down his bronze cheeks on the day of his arranged wedding, for despite how much he had fought a bride was chosen all the same. Tears of frustration only seeming to return the moment you would begin to adjust his wedding attire, your small hands, calloused from years of work gently smoothing down his hair and adjusting the expensive fabric along his body before he was due to stand at the alter. “Excited?” you’d ask, but Kaeya would only shake his head, wedding be damned. 

Prince! Kaeya who refuses to replace you no matter how much his new wife may stomp and beg. Being ushered away by Kaeya’s new bride? Rough, bronze hands are quick to grab you and force you to stay in place, a “don’t speak to her that way,” quick to roll off Kaeya’s tongue despite his wife’s gasp. Kaeya’s new bride baffled at the fact that you are the one who’s designated to bathe him? Kaeya only yawns at her complaints with a dismissive wave of his hand. Being glared at and threatened by the future queen? Kaeya only keeps you closer to his side, his blue eyes only staring at his new wife with distaste the moment anything rude leaves her lips. 

Prince! Kaeya who confesses his undying love for you as the nearby ocean waves roar and the cool breeze sends salty wind flying through your hair. Kaeya had wanted to discuss something with you in his private quarters, he had told you, but the last thing you had expected was for the prince to pull you close and smash his lips against yours with enough vigor to steal your breath away. Even your questions and protests that you two shouldn’t be doing this are quickly kissed away and forgotten in the back of your mind as Kaeya will hold you so close it hurts, so close that it seems like the prince wanted the two of your bodies to mold together into one all while whispers of “I love you” and “You’re never leaving my side. I won’t allow it” fill the salty ocean air.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

Prince! Kaeya who has an almost uncontrollable urge to fill you up and stuff you with his cum. Thrusts deep enough to leave you breathless will cause your legs to shake, the prince only smiling at how cute and helpless you are against his cock. Lips will press kisses against your shaking legs, Kaeya’s thrusts only becoming rougher and deeper the more he thinks about how swollen and full of cum you’ll be whenever he finishes inside you despite all the rules that tell him he shouldn’t. 

Prince! Kaeya who stuffs all his cum back inside you the moment it starts to leak out of your abused cunt. Soft, plump lips will place sloppy kisses to your clit as long, thick fingers will slowly fuck the cum back inside you, the feeling of Kaeya chuckling at how your twitching only making you want to beg him for more. “Now you’ve got my seed deep inside you, aren’t you excited?” 

Prince! Kaeya who sneaks away from his private quarters and the arms of his wife in the dead of night just to find yours and crawl into your bed that was equipped to fit barely one person let alone two. But still, nothing can stop the large prince from pressing your sleeping body to his chest as cold fingers lovingly stroke the length of your thigh before wandering towards what lay beneath your nightgown. Kisses that make you mewl even in your sleep being placed along your neck until you inevitably awake to Kaeya pulling your panties aside, blue hair free and wild as he’d smile down at you, hushed whispers of ‘good morning’ reaching your ears as fingers would begin to prepare you for his quickly growing cock. 

Prince! Kaeya who teases you by lifting up your skirts when no one is around to notice, the young Prince only laughing at your embarrassed ‘what if’s  and the way you gasp as he pulls your panties aside. “Hi, pretty girl~” he’d purr, a smile already tugging at his lips at the way you blushed and pulled at his blue locks, a defiant and cute “Don’t talk to it like that,” only riling up the prince even more. “But, she’s already so excited to see me~” he’d protest, tongue already darting out to lick his lips, “I think she wants some of my attention.” And with that, the prince would not hesitate to press sloppy kisses to your cunt, his tongue moving almost expertly against your clit and slick folds. Kaeya is almost always kind when it comes to you however, as the prince will often leave your legs shaking, his lips only moving away from your cunt whenever you start to sob that it’s too much.

Prince! Kaeya who coaxes you into the bath with him, his hands slowly washing your body as his lips will murmur praises of worship under his breath. Mutters of 'perfect' and 'divine' are sure to make you blush, but nothing compares to your cheeks flush upon feeling Kaeya's thick length harden underneath you at just the feel and look of your body, imperfections and all. "Made for me. Only me." The prince would moan, the urge to tease you and keep his true feelings under control only flying out the window the moment your tight walls clamp around him, soap and lavender-scented oils long forgotten.

Prince! Kaeya whose ring-clad fingers insist on spanking you whenever he feels ignored, the young prince quickly growing jealous over the so called ‘importance’ of your other tasks. The sting is unmatched, Kaeya always reveling in your shocked gasps and the tears that will begin to gather on your lower lash line along with your pouting bottom lip. “Y-Your Highness, I must concentrate,” you’d whimper still, fear of being reprimanded by your fellow servants overpowering your fear of what so-called punishments Kaeya had in store for you. But still, Kaeya would just continue to press stinging hand-prints to your skin, his fingers always rubbing soothing circles after every sting and every whimper. “Then concentrate. Don’t let me stop you. I’m sure I can entertain myself until you finish. Just don’t make me wait too long though ~” 

Prince! Kaeya who thinks it’s so cute the way you shift uncomfortably from side to side, eyes downcast and too ashamed to look at anybody straight on as Kaeya’s cum dribbles down your thighs. Even if his wife is nearby, her hands wandering over his exposed chest and her lips pressing kisses to his defined jaw, Kaeya can’t help but keep his eyes solely on you, his cock already slowly twitching back to life despite the amount of cum he had filled you tight cunt up with just minutes before. 

Prince! Kaeya who visits the royal alchemists and mages with a very special request in mind, the sight of mysterious symbols on the princes pelvis only surprising you the first time you see them. “Surprise, Princess” Kaeya would laugh, hands already reaching down to place themselves in your hair and to bring your lips closer towards his already throbbing cock that was practically begging for your attention, “Now I can fill you up as much as I want.” And like a man who keeps his promises, Kaeya’s newfound and mystical stamina only leaves you dumb and shaking, drool and shocked whimpers from his cock-head pounding against your cervix spilling past your lips.

Prince! Kaeya who is nothing but thrilled if you actually manage to become pregnant, his hands almost always reaching for your growing stomach and milk-filled tits whenever the opportunity presented itself, the prince moaning at just the thought of milk dribbling down your breasts and onto his awaiting and impatient tongue, praises of how good you taste only causing your cheeks to flush with embarrassment. 

Prince! Kaeya who doesn’t hesitate to put others servants in their place whenever they happen to show interest in you despite the ring on his finger. At first, his eyebrows will furrow, a scowl quickly becoming apparent on his handsome features at the sight or sound of servants fumbling nervously as they talk to you, their blushes evident and bright. Then, whenever the sight becomes all too much, Kaeya’s voice will finally boom from across the room, a demand of ‘”come here. now.” sending shivers down the offenders spine. But, it’s only once you both approach that Kaeya will begin to show his true feelings about the situation. “She’s cute, huh?” Kaeya would hum, his hand beckoning you and only you closer to where the prince rested so stiffly, his eyes watching for the moment the other servant would nod to his question, whether out of fear or true compliance. Kaeya didn’t really think it mattered in the end though, for the end result was always the same, you squirming helplessly on his lap as his fingers plunged themselves deep inside your slick cunt for the other servant to see, the wetness of your pretty pussy echoing throughout the empty room. “Wish you were in my place right now, don’t you? Heh. Pathetic. Get out of my sight.” 

2021 © Deviousdemonzz

[deviousdemonzzz]

Okay...but can we seriously talk about how Lucifer very obviously makes up fake reasons to punish MC just in order to get alone time with them? Like, at first I was so baffled by Lucifer’s willingness to give punishments to MC over small things such as using the last of the devil sauce or accidentally leaving the library lights on. But then I realized. Lucifer is 100% too prideful to directly ask MC to spend time with him for no other reason than to just talk and be next to each other. Like, just imagine going to Lucifer's office expecting to be lectured for three hours about something so small it’s almost laughable only for the lecture to quickly turn into a genuine conversation near the fireplace where Lucifer only looks up from his stack of paperwork in order to stare at you because you are so cute and all his for the next couple hours. 

[deviousdemonzzz]

𖤐 — 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞...𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟! 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Simeon x AFAB! MC 

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: could you do a simeon smut about him going through the afab's reader draws and sniffs the panties and stealing them? + can you also do a daddy and ddlg kink and face sitting

𝐂𝐖: Panty snatching, Panty sniffing, Pantyjob, DD/LG elements, Face sitting, Creampies, Dirty talk, Unprotected sex, Male masturbation, just overall pervy creep vibes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: this pic better not get me flagged or I swear- Anyways, Simeon is definitely a closet pervert, right? I mean, the guy gets along a bit too well with demons and has his moments where he acts anything but angelic, me thinks  he’s definitely a lil creep for MC. Also- am I the run-on sentence queen or what? holy fuck. Hopefully this is what you were looking for requester! Thanks again for asking me to write this!

𖤐 — 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬? 🕯

Panty thief! Simeon who is so kind as to offer to help you with your studies, his voice gentle and his smile bright as he suggests studying in your room, an innocent explanation such as your room being better fit for a study session casting all your silly little questions and confusion aside. 

Panty thief! Simeon who can’t help but feel guilty and downright ashamed as he walks towards your chest of drawers, his fingers hesitating for only a moment before he gives in to his desire. He had tried to be good, he had reasoned, he had kept himself seated the first time you had left the room, his shimmering turquoise eyes looking anywhere but your drawers across the room. But the moment you had returned, a cute smile on your lips, you had accidentally dropped your pen and in an effort to retrieve it, had accidentally shown Simeon your even cuter panties underneath your school uniform. And it was then that Simeon’s fate was sealed, his body only staying seated for a single moment the next time you inevitably leave the room once more, and once you do, Simeon can’t help but jump from his seat and towards where he knew your fresh panties resided. 

Panty thief! Simeon who reaches for his favorite pair first, the white and pretty lace catching his eye almost instantly, every bone in the angels body working to not press the fabric to his nose the moment he grasps it between his fingers. Instead, Simeon will quickly grab one last pair before efficiently hiding it on his person, his gentle smile and sweet eyes greeting you from his rightful place in a nearby chair once you finally return. 

Panty thief! Simeon whose eyes roll into the back of his head, a whimper he didn’t even know he was holding in escaping his plump lips the moment he returns to purgatory hall and locks his door, his fingers wasting no time in grasping for your panties and inhaling your scent. Exposed hips will hump the air widely, nothing but the sounds of stifled moans and the crackling of the nearby fireplace filling the room. Panty thief! Simeon who feels like he’s going crazy at the thought of you. Fantasies that Simeon had never before dwelled on rising to the surface of his mind at just the mere thought of your name. How would you squeal and moan if he were to shove his face between your legs, gloved hands rubbing smooth circles in your inner thigh as he would lap at your folds through the fabric of your panties before ever pulling them aside? How would you feel if you were to know that Simeon saw you as nothing but his sweet baby girl, one that needed him, a daddy, to please you? How would your panties smell if Simeon were to  cum inside you, his creampie and your slick arousal staining into the fabric? He should stop this, he tried to reason with himself, his free hand already trailing down towards the twitching, aching cock in his pants. He should get on his knees and repent like a good angel, he tries reasoning with himself again, but Simeons own guilt is quickly cast aside the second his tongue darts out to lick the fabric of your panties, another loud and needy groan leaving his lips as his fantasies spur him on.

Panty thief! Simeon who cums onto the fabric of your panties once he reaches his high, sweat rolling down his forehead as his hips jerk and stutter, thick ropes of cum staining the already wet and ruined fabric. But, Simeon never worries over the sight, in fact, despite his flushed cheeks and the regretful prayer that plays on his lips, the bronze-skinned angel can’t help but know that once the chance presents itself that he’ll do it all over again.

Panty thief! Simeon who convinces you to sit on his face ‘just this once.’ Blue eyes stare at you, waiting, begging for you to say yes, and when you finally do you can’t help but be confused whenever Simeon tells you to keep your panties on. But, like a good girl, you listen and obey. White, lacy, sheer, Simeon can’t help but moan and thrust his hips towards the air as you hover over him, his hands already teasing your aching and swollen clit through the quickly growing wet spot on your panties.

Panty thief! Simeon who worships your cunt as you ride his face, all your previous fears and hesitance melting away into nothing but pleasure as Simeon digs into the flesh of your thighs with gloved hands. Moans of “daddy” and “more” spur him on, his tongue thoroughly fucking your wet cut until his chin was drenched in your slick. He could become addicted to this, he tells himself, and perhaps he already has, but all rational thoughts seem to leave Simeon’s head the moment you arch your back and cum onto his tongue. After all, who needs a god when Simeon has you? 

“Say it. Please baby, say it for daddy?” 

Simeon’s voice rumbled deep in his chest, his words causing you to shiver as his hot breath cascaded down your neck. Your body shook under his solid frame, your fingers clutching at the ripple of muscle built over the angel’s back, digging into the plains of his exposed shoulders in a feeble attempt to ground yourself and not lose consciousness.

Your only reply was a whimper, your pussy still squeezing around the swollen thickness of Simeon’s cock. “Not good enough, baby girl. Come on, I know you can do it.” Simeon hums, chuckling as he continued to torture you by pressing the tip of his cock against your most sensitive parts. Yet, he never fully breached, he just pushed your body to it’s limit and then paused, his blue and gold eyes no longer sweet and angelic but devilish and hungry as he watched you buck up your hips towards his cock with needy moans and slutty groans. Still, you never said what Simeon so desperately wanted to hear.

“I said, say it” the angel repeated, his grip on your already bruised hips becoming tighter. Yet, you still lied there overwhelmed at the fullness and sensation of Simeons throbbing cock fucking you mercilessly as if you were nothing but a fuck doll. Your eyes rolled up, little whimpers escaping your mouth as your back arched, your body jerking back and forth with the power of his thrusts.

Simeon only chuckled, his pace quickening at your refusal to cooperate. Looking up you see his mouth open, unnaturally sharp teeth not fit for an angel glinting brightly from the small rays of moonlight that cascaded through the window and the leafy canopy above your bed. Next, A thick, pink tongue made itself known, drool slowly making its way down the long appendage and dripping onto your bare chest as his lips collided with your skin. 

It was too much, too overstimulating, and too sloppy, and the moment Simeon licked and kissed at your exposed skin you know that he will leave you a ruined and humiliated mess. But your angel liked you like that, messy, sloppy, ruined. He wanted you like that, quivering and sobbing and desperate with your lust-hazed eyes and cute lace panties with a small bow on the front. 

He craved it. He needed it. Especially now.

Simeon’s head came down to rest at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, the feeling of his tongue and pin pricks from his teeth turning you on even more. You can feel your orgasm coming up again, your clit hitting Simeons pubic bone with each thrust, that combined with the feeling of his cock touching every part inside you drove you crazy. Your body tensed up and Simeon lifted his head to look at you, his wet, sloppy tongue slithering its way into your mouth in an attempt at a desperate kiss as you wailed out your orgasm. It was too good, too deliciously rough. Simeon started pounding harder, taking longer strokes as he took you through your orgasm. It feels like forever and you can barely breathe.

You were a panting mess, sweat and drool from Simeon glistening on your skin as you writhed under the heavy weight of his frame. The sheets underneath you were damp with sweat, your heels digging into Simeon’s lower back as your toes curled, legs never falling closed for Simeon’s cock was trapped between them, aching, leaking with the sheer want his body was wound up so tightly with. You try to force yourself further onto his cock but Simeon just moves with you, in sync with you in a way that was uncharacteristically frustrating. “Daddy, daddy please-” your words waver, muffled from Simeon’s lips still pressing themselves against yours, your head falling to the the side as your words and drool spilled past your lips, hair fanning over the soft pillows as dark ungloved  hands trailed loving bruises and traced ancient patterns slowly over the length of your torso. “Yes! Yes! Say it, I know you can baby girl,” Simeon repeats himself, his tone unfairly even for how thick his cock had swollen, for how dangerously close he was to being buried balls deep inside of you. “Tell daddy how bad you want it. Tell me how much you’ve missed your daddy’s cock. How much you need my cum.” All you can let out is a soft babble of  “oh god, please”, at the words, your delicate fingers digging deep into Simeon’s bronze skin. The possessive curl to his words crawling up inside your chest and around your heart in more ways than just arousal could capture.

“Do you? Do you want to know how good it feels when your belly is stretched full of my cum? How nice and sore and full of me you’ll feel?” The throb of Simeon’s cock against the puffed abused skin of your cunt had you moaning wantonly, any regard for the demons nearby that could hear you long forgotten. “Please Daddy-, oh god- fuck I need it-” Your breath ghosted over Simeon’s face, his glowing blue eyes beginning to fill with even more lust and care upon seeing you writhe under him. Embarrassment flushing your skin deeper and only serving to turn Simeon on more as you finally told him what he wanted to hear.

“Please, it’s all I want, to be full of your cum until I’m sore, until I’m leaking-” You take a shaky gasping breath, trying once again in vain to force yourself all the way down Simeon’s cock. “Fuck me, Daddy please, I want to be a good girl for you!” The pleased growl Simeon lets out at the desperation of your plea caused you to shiver, his eyes staring into yours that were tearing up with need.

“Yes! Good girl, very good girl,” Simeon hushes you gently, a rough hand coming up to push the sweat-stuck hair from your face, his lips finally spreading into a tired yet satisfied smile at the words. “Let me fill you up.” Then, it’s all you can do not to cum again as Simeon, with bright eyes, focused intently on your face and began to push forwards, the thickness of his cock stretching your pussy to the point of ache, the blooming throb becoming intoxicating as it twined with the heavy haze of arousal. It takes everything in you to not cum right then and there before Simeon’s member has even slipped all the way inside of you, an orgasm threatening the daze of your vision, the flush of your mind as the tip of his cock finally presses fully up against your cervix. 

Then, your body goes slack, and you can feel Simeon lift your hips up, his raven-black hair and chiseled face burying themselves against your chest as his thrusts became more erratic. Simeon starts making louder noises, the night air carrying the sound of grunting and gasping all throughout your room, and you swear you hear music as his hips stop pumping completely and all of his cock is seated fully inside you. You can feel the hot ropes of cum that paint your insides completely as you shudder through another orgasm making Simeon shudder along with you. It only took a couple minutes, but the overwhelming feeling of him filling you up with his cum seemed like hours until he finally removed his cock, cum pouring out onto your thighs and into the fabric of your panties that had simply been pulled aside. Whimpering you look up to Simeon’s eyes, your mind cloudy as he breathes heavily at your moans, his hunger for your voice and body only being satiated once he slipped your panties back over your sensitive cunt, his fingers pressing gently against the fabric as he made slow swirling motions. “I know Princess, I know, just be good for daddy a little longer,” he’d coo, his lips quickly pressing themselves against yours in order to silence your overstimulated whimpers and to distract you from the way Simeon slowly slipped your ruined panties from your legs and into his pocket, his ultimate fantasy now complete. 

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[deviousdemonzzz]

𖤐 — 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞...𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞! 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Leviathan x AFAB! S/o

𝐂𝐖: NSFW, Double dick! Leviathan, Sub! Leviathan, Degradation, Cunnilingus, Creampies, Dry humping, Blowjobs, Mentions of double penetration in one hole, Mentions of spitting, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Dom Leviathan < Sub Leviathan who is so needy and desperate that he ends up treating you more like a fuck toy than a human. Also, whoever came up with the double dick Leviathan thing??? Hand in marriage please because you are so fucking right.

𖤐 — 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬? 🕯

Submissive! Leviathan who blushes profusely the moment you touch him, his multi-colored eyes quickly shifting to yours before returning to his monitor, brows furrowed as he desperately tries to continue focusing on his game despite how your fingers wander towards his quickly growing bulge. 

Submissive! Leviathan who desperately tries to keep himself from humping against your clothed cunt as you sit on his lap, reminders to “Pay attention to the screen, Levi” leaving your lips. But still, despite your words, Leviathan can’t help but whine and roll his hips until his legs are shaking, desperately begging for more, for you to move, to punish him for being so bad, and to show him who he belongs to.

Submissive! Leviathan who can’t help but cum prematurely sometimes, his hips thrusting almost widely as he’ll moan and shake against you, his hands almost instinctively reaching up to simultaneously push you away and shove your mouth down deeper onto one of his cocks

Submissive! Leviathan who cosplays just for you, a red blush dusting across his cheeks the moment you slip your hands under his dress or pants. Small and shy squeaks are sure to be heard, his whole body shaking with both excitement and embarrassment as you coo and praise him for being such a good boy for you. Leviathan is especially eager to cosplay for you whenever you agree to do it as well, even going as far as to suggest making the cosplay for you.

Submissive! Leviathan who’s moans grow louder when you degrade him, his violet-orange eyes rolling into the back of his head as you lick away his tears and spit in his mouth, your hips bouncing roughly on one of his cocks all while your hands tease his second one.

Submissive! Leviathan who can’t help but take control sometimes, his mouth visibly dripping with drool as he folds you into any position he desires, his fingers and previous creampies being the only thing that prepares you for the moment when he slides both of his cocks in your dripping cunt. 

Submissive! Leviathan who happily licks out his own creampies from your sex the moment you demand it, his face red as he stares up at you with pussy-drunk eyes, all hesitance gone as he asks you for seconds, thirds, and fourths. 

He was always hesitant, and always shy, and you’d long since - ever since you made a pact and promised to never leave his side - had given Leviathan permission to do whatever he wanted with you. Your heart, your sweet words, every single part of you was thrilled to submit to Leviathan whenever his timid hands reached for you. 

Occasionally though, something nameless seemed to overcome the third-born. His shy and sweet kisses would become possessive and fiery, calloused hands groping and begging for you to just kiss him back despite how he would start to shake and fumble. Your name would roll off his tongue like a forbidden prayer, his hands gaining enough courage to slip under your shirt and between the V in your pants. Leviathan was always careful during those times, his touch slow, gentle, and inexperienced as whispers of “am I doing good?” would fall past his lips and into the open air where the sounds of a random anime in the background would nearly drown him out. 

And sometimes, Leviathan just begged you - his hands throwing you down onto the nearest available surface with nothing but his sheer weight and size keeping you in place. Greedy hands would guide your own to his clothes, words and mumbles of “please” and “off” filling the air as he’d beg you to rip his clothes off his body, his eyes shut tightly with embarrassment at how aggressively his hips would thrust into nothing. 

But more than anything, Leviathan loved it whenever you took control - just like now. 

The game on screen had been paused for so long, bright flashes of ‘Quit?’ and ‘Continue?’ flashing on screen like blazes of lightning as the colors illuminated your perfect features as Leviathan laid beneath you, an animalistic and demonic desire apparent in his eyes. “Stupid Mammon, dragging you around all day, keeping you to himself. I’ll show him…” he’d mumbled. He had missed you so much today and it was evident from the way his cocks had grown to full size over the past few minutes and now pulsed with anticipation, the kissable pin tips glistening with pre-cum as you stroked them with your chilled hands. 

Your skin was covered in goosebumps, a sigh of relief flooding over you as your hands pulled away from the hard, pulsing feeling of your jealous lover’s cocks, a comforting feeling coming from the ice cold nape of your neck and the heat between the V between your thighs. This was your first visit to Leviathan’s room in days, and you were loving every moment of your long awaited reunion, the melodic pause screen and comforting sounds from Henry’s fish tank only adding to your satisfaction. You had even visited with little clothes tonight, one of Leviathan’s hoodies being the only clothes that adorned your body. Leviathan knew you preferred the comfort of his clothes over your own, but come on, this? This made it hard for Leviathan to breathe just by staring at you. 

Leviathan’s free hand quickly found something to hold onto, the soft feeling of your breasts being the very thing that made him groan as he brought them to his reddened face and took in the taste of you. He breathed in breathless, needy moans, his cocks now staining his own shirt with dirty, wet smears as you leaned forward, his hips rutting against the palms of your hands as he continued to satisfy the needs of his huge members. Even when you began to scold him, a teasing “you can’t cum yet,” leaving your lips, Leviathan continued to seek out his pleasure - in fact, he needed more - he needed to touch more of you. 

Your skin felt cold, and soft against Leviathan’s calloused hands, one of your breasts no longer in his grasp as Leviathan reached desperately for your hands that were still wrapped ever so tightly around his pulsing cocks. He was going to go crazy if you kept teasing him like this. Hands then ran themselves along your exposed thighs, Leviathan convinced that he could taste your sweetness just by staring at the slick that dripped down your soft skin. The thought alone made him moan and shiver with a delighted thrust of his hips. Leviathan’s hands gently caressed everything he could, his ghostly touch causing quiet moans and sharpened gasps to emerge from your lips as the heat in your belly was beginning to become too much. Soon - This would make Leviathan cum soon, and once he could see your desire-filled eyes and hear your voice telling him that he was a good boy for waiting- then, and only then would he cum. And eventually, you do.

Leviathan watches as you shift and stir before you are eventually sitting directly above one of his cocks, your slick dripping down onto the pulsing member. Your eyes studied Leviathan’s, a blush and knowing smile slightly making itself known on your lips as you lean forward, pushing your tall lover completely onto the mattress below. And of course, he complies, following your every command like a dog on a leash as you ran your fingers through his messy scarlet indigo hair, the locks forming themselves like a broken halo above his head. “You are such a good, good boy Levi. Such a cute little slut for me. Now, let’s just see how long this gross otaku will last once he’s inside me.”

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