#dom mc

[flappingdragon]

⚠️NSFW Ahead⚠️

Another random thought but, what if MC has a thing for Lucifer's thighs and/or legs in general?

I like to imagine that MC would just casually walk up to Lucifer in private and just slap or squeeze a thigh and Lucifer would look at MC like "🤨" but he hides the fact that he actually enjoys it

And he definitely enjoys it when MC pulls him into their lap and just holds him close. But of course that's not all they're going to do

MC would also run their hands up and down his thighs, sometimes getting adventurous and straying towards the inner thighs and Lucifer can't help but be so flustered

And when it comes closer to midnight, MC will worship Lucifer's legs

They'll start kissing up and down his bare skin, watching and enjoying the looks and sounds coming from the demon under them. The way his face gets flushed over time and the way Lucifer get more excited sends MC into a frenzy

Then they would start leaving their marks on him. Biting, sucking, licking, nibbling, you name it. You can bet that Lucifer's legs are going to be littered with bite marks and hickeys after MC's done with him

And when morning comes, Lucifer's thighs are chewed to shit, he's extremely sore, and he's exhausted. But he couldn't be any more happy when he see's MC sleeping so soundly right next to him

Perhaps he might just call for a day off...

[cooler-ian]

Dom Mc is underappreciated, Its like ppl forgot that these demons are supposed to be obeying us.

[alien-writes]

Asking OM! (Brothers and Dateables) to bend down and kissing their head

✰ Lucifer

He is naturally suspicious, he has to be with so many brothers trying to cause some type of trouble or prank on him

If you are around others he won't bend down unless you tell him why but if it's just the two of you then he will still ask but fondly roll his eyes and do as you say

“So, can you now tell me why I am doing this-...oh”

As you kiss the top of his head he closes his eyes and melts into the kiss as his heart rate slows down until you pull away then his heart is working overtime to provide the heavy blush on his cheeks

He slowly gets back up and clears his throat still avoiding your eye as he tries to regain his composure 

If you want to fluster him further ask if he liked it or if he wants another. He might stutter or let out what sounds like a small squawk but will say that he will ‘allow’ you to do when you two are alone if that would make you happy

Don’t worry he liked it, a lot 

With his already limited physical affection, being the eldest, and representing pride this is definitely the first head kiss he has received

He hates how powerless and vulnerable it makes him feel yet he can’t get enough

Finds giving the kisses only slightly less embarrassing so will return the favor if you ask and no one else is around

The best time to do it is when he is overworking himself late at night and is too tired to resist

You make him feel so warm and safe so he guesses he can take a short cuddle break to rest his eyes 

✰ Mammon

He will complain but easily gives in without resistance altho he will grumble about humans being weird and how this better not be a trick

“Oi Human, I’m doing your stupid request right, ain't I? What's even supposed to hap-”

He freezes when your lips lightly press on his head, blue eyes wide and unblinking

Even once you’re done he pauses for a couple seconds as his brain catches up with what just happened but once it clicks he goes red and scrambles backward shouting

Despite his blush, he can't look away from you trying to sense your reaction and confirm that, yep you just did that

Starts going off, his volume too high as he spouts a strange mixture of questions, complaints, and jealous remarks

If you apologize or say you just won't do it again he is immediately backpedaling, after all, he was just caught off guard it's not like it was that bad and he is your first so you should do this with him instead of one of his brothers

You notice that he starts attempting to casually bend down in front of you more, trying to get you to do it again

Will grumble when you do it but will grumble even louder if you don’t 

If he catches you giving others head kisses he will demand you give him two 

Has thought about doing it to you but backs out blushing every time besides he would rather have all your affection than stumble attempting to do something sweet and end up embarrassing himself

If you ask him to he will no hesitation stuttering about how of course you want the great Mammon to kiss your head

✰ Levi

It takes some convincing especially if there are others around that this isn't some ‘normie tactic’ to humiliate him but he gives in with some reassurance

He is naturally flustered and nervous so before you can do anything he is looking at his shoes faintly blushing and stuttering, asking why you're having him do this

The moment you kiss his head he goes still but internally is repeatedly screaming DANGER!  

It doesn’t take long for him to start screaming out loud as he backs away from you and hides his face behind his hands

“W-What- Why did you- It was an accident right, you just, just tripped. …it was on purpose? NO, NO I DON’T BELIEVE IT! …No! Don’t worry I didn’t dislike it or anything, I um really enjoyed it- But I don’t deserve your affections, I’m just a worthless otaku!”

He finally stops when you ‘threaten’ to do it again 

Might pass out if you do it a second time but if you hold back he will run away to his room shouting thank you 

Give him some time to recover even though he liked it he blushes when your hands brush so he feels like he was tossed from the kiddie pool into the deep end

However, by the next day, he is able to talk to you again just even more blushing and avoiding eye contact than before

If you bring it up he will turn red and stutter but mumble that you can do it again 

If you don’t bring it up after a while he might get antsy and have you two watch an anime with a similar interaction hoping you get the message

He doesn't have enough confidence to ask for head kisses but if you keep doing it he will start bending his head down when cuddling or after he loses a game to non verbally request it

✰ Satan

Laughs light heartedly when you request for him to bend down and will raise an eyebrow but lean his head down while looking up at you with a smirk

Don’t worry he loses the look when you lean over him and his previous attitude is gone leaving a flustered wide eyed Satan in its place

“Ehem, that was an, um welcome surprise, although I was caught off guard and believe we should repeat the process. So, if you don't mind, can you uh please do it again?” 

He says this all from behind his fist as he makes eye contact with a scratch on the wall

If you did it in front of his brothers he would be too stunned to speak but his aura gives off the clear warning that he will prove he is the avatar of wrath if anyone points out his reaction 

Either way just give him a moment to collect his thoughts which are all over the place

He would request you refrain from doing it in public but quick head kisses in deserted RAD hallways or between library bookshelves are fair game

He will do it in return if you ask but doesn’t think to on his own since the gesture as well as most physical affectionate feels unnatural to him 

Not bad mind you but new territory 

Over time he gets used to it and only has a faint blush at your kisses 

Once his reactions become less embarrassing for him, Satan allows and sometimes encourages your affection in public 

It feels nice showing others that he is more than the avatar of wrath and he won’t lie seeing Lucifer’s annoyed expression makes it even better

✰ Asmo

“Of course, I’ll happily get on my knees for you. Only teasing, now tell me how I look from this angle.”

He lets out a quiet gasp when your lips make contact with his head, nothing sexual just a small suprised happy sound

When he looks up at you with an expression that is so loving and delicate but replaced in an instance by an equally happy but less vulnerable look with only the light blush remaining from before

Expect him to twirl you around, hug you, or demand you do it again if not all three

Asks if you are sure you don’t want to kiss him anywhere else and if he can show his appreciation with a kiss of his own 

Rarely asks for them not because he dislikes them or out of embarrassment but because he prefers different physical affections like hugs, leaning against each other, playing with your hair or hands, etc

That being said he is very happy anytime you do it to him 

It is most effective when he is feeling insecure you make him feel so soft and adored when you kiss his head

After all, he has been kissed infinite times on every body part but this is the first time in centuries he can recall being kissed with more love than lust

This is still Asmo so know he will tease his brothers telling them that you kissed him

It will be up to you to clear things up before Mammon murders him or to enjoy the chaos

✰ Beel

Confused but won't question you and just bends down

He was quiet before but when you kiss his head he goes silent

Blinks twice before looking up at you with the biggest grin and huge puppy dog eyes 

“If you don't mind, could you do it again?” he asks with a slight blush

When you do it a second time he smiles even brighter as he picks you up and spins you both around

He holds you slightly above his head in case you want to do it again

As the biggest brother and big by even demon standards, he hardly ever gets physical affection where he is treaty delicately so he quickly becomes addicted

Is not embarrassed by it and will frequently ask for head kisses either leaning over or lifting you up

Assuming you're ok with it he will return the favor by kissing your head especially when you sit on his lap or when you cuddle with your head on his chest

He just sees the top of your head and kisses it because it makes him so feel loved and he wants you to feel loved too

Might give some of his brothers or at least Belphie head kisses too but you receive the most by far

✰ Belphie

Honestly, you won’t have to ask him to bend down since he is horizontal any chance he gets

Out of everyone, he has the most experience with head kisses mainly from Beel but he has received goodnight head kisses from each of his brothers at some point

However, that doesn’t mean he reacts cool and collected 

He still blushes and tries to act annoyed at you for interrupting his nap but will insist you do it again to make up for it

“What was that? Affection? Disgusting, do it again.”

Tries and fails to hold back a smile as he lets the affection slip into his voice

If you continue doing it especially before he falls asleep his brain will start seeing your kisses as an off switch

Like kiss received, meaning we are safe, loved, and ready to sleep, shutting down

He won’t ask for them normally however if he is tired enough his little shame is gone and he will whine until you give him his goodnight kiss

That being said he has no problems asking for them innocently in front of his brothers but the smug look he gives them (with the exception of Beel) shows his true intentions 

Honestly doesn’t care who is around he will happily receive any affection from you

In public, there is a part of him that enjoys how you are subtlety claiming him as yours

Won’t do it back unless you ask him to just because he doesn’t think to since he never was on the giving end as the youngest brother

His head kisses are often half hearted and sleepy but always come with naptime cuddles to make up for it

✰ Diavolo

Assuming you're close he does what you ask without question excited to see what you are going to do next

His mouth forms a small ‘o’ and he silently tenses at the foreign feeling before leaning into the touch with a boisterous laugh

“Is this a human custom? I see why, such a small act yet so full of emotion. Could I return the favor?”

Does not ask you to do it but only because he sees it as something you give not something he receives like a gift and thus would be rude to ask for

Like a gift, he is so happy when he receives them and returns the gesture with just as much love and excitement

Acts like a puppy with big smiles, sparkling eyes, and you swear you can almost see a tail wagging

Thrilled for you to do it any time or place despite Lucifer’s loud sighs and Barbatos fondly shaking his head

Will always kiss your head in return if you are comfortable receiving them altho sometimes he gets too excited and will pull you into a hug and pepper your face with kisses (if you're ok with that)

It can’t be helped and will give a bashful apology for getting carried away, he’s just so happy he’s able to be close and affectionate with someone since he never got to while growing up

Also enjoys how it makes him feel delicate in a good way because he was either seen as intimidating and feared or fragile causing him to become sheltered and lonely

He may be the next in line for the throne but he will bow down to you at a moment's notice for some head kisses

✰ Barbatos

Raises an eyebrow but bows down closing his eyes and awaiting the next order

He was not prepared for you to kiss his head

It takes a minute before he can regain his composure and even once his expression becomes neutral there is still a heavy blush

Will ask if that’s all you needed while doing his best to look you in the eyes

You have to ask if he liked it/wants you to do it again if you want a proper response

“It was unexpected but pleasant, you can do it as many times as you want.”

If you aren’t alone he would act the same but keep glancing around 

If Diavolo saw he just hopes his young master lets it go but prepares for the good natured teasing that will inevitably come

Prefers if you refrain from doing it in public but won’t stop you

Also prefers if you keep it to just a quick peck when he is working

You notice after a head kiss he continues to work with newfound energy

Won’t do it back unless you ask him to since her didn’t want to assume but might ask if you want him to return the gesture if it becomes a habit

Lightly blushes every time you do it because he always gets flustered when you’re the one showing him affection since he isn’t used to being the one served

Likes that it makes him feel taken care of even if he isn't used to the feeling

It also helps remind him to take time to tend to himself so when he is stressed trying to get everything done it’s common for you to pull him close kiss his head and tell him to take a break while you do some of his work for him

Since he is always moving to the next task your actions help him stop and breathe

✰ Simeon

If it was one of the brothers besides lucifer or a stranger he might hesitate but because it is you he complies with a bow and a smile

He jumps a little in surprise at the unexpected action but relaxes into it with a light blush

Clears his throat to buy himself some time to get his brain functioning again

“I was not expecting that or its uh effect on me but, it was an enjoyable surprise”

When he sees characters giving each other head kisses in human shows or books he will point it out to you with a gleeful smile

You notice his writings start featuring the gesture as well

He just loves it so much a gesture that shows trust and intimacy without being strictly romantic or sexual

He is fine giving them but when he is receiving them, especially in public he gets bashful

That won’t stop him from bending down when you ask even if he has an audience 

If anyone teases him or laughs he may get embarrassed and request you only do it in private but will still accept head kisses around others with a whine and furious blush

Another one who doesn’t ask for them but out of a mix of respect and embarrassment 

He loves kissing your head almost more than being the one kissed

Anytime or place he will give you a light peck on your head along with a soft smile

If you aren’t comfortable he will obviously stop but if not prepare for this to become Simeon’s default greeting and farewell

Don’t worry you aren’t the only one subjected to this treatment Luke gets almost as many as you do and even on the rare occasions he will attempt it with Solomon or one of the Brothers 

You’ve received multiple glares from the others since you introduced Simeon to this but how can you regret anything that makes him smile so bright

✰ Solomon

At first, he refuses since he has played his fair share of pranks and is worried about you getting payback but if you are insistent he will give a small chuckle and bend over

Raises an eyebrow when you lean over him but just accepts whatever you are planning

That being said he wasn’t ready for it

Gets back up immediately surprised and wide eyed 

Then he lets out another laugh altho this one is much more endeared 

Sadly he is a hard one to fluster so this has little effect on him

He might blush a bit at first but more from the surprise

“Can’t say I was expecting that but I’m not complaining. I actually don’t remember the last time I received one of those so, will you help me make up for lost time?”

Sees it almost as a human inside joke so kisses your head regularly unless you tell him to stop 

Enjoys the brother’s looks of surprise and varying degrees of jealousy 

Jokes that if the brothers are jealous he can give them head kisses too

Gladly will do it to anyone if they want it but mostly does it to you, Luke and Simeon 

Does not see it as anything overly affectionate or special more like a high five or hug

Unless it’s a big deal for you then he is soft when he returns it and gives your hand a squeeze showing he apricates it

It doesn’t make him feel small or delicate because he has been around long enough to stop caring about toxic masculinity or what others think so as long as you aren’t interrupting anything important pull him down in front of the whole school for all he cares

He will give you quick head kisses if he is busy or has to leave quickly 

Just loves freely and unashamed and this is no different

✰ Luke (Platonic)

Since he is short you might have to be the one to bend down 

 “Wha! Why would you do that, fine you can do it again just not in front of people!”

He is blushing an angry red if you do it in public, especially in front of any demons

It's clear he enjoys the gesture but is embarrassed at being treated like a kid

However, if you do it with the others as well he won’t complain and might start grumbling if he is the only one you don’t give head kisses to

Might ask you to bend down or he will climb on top of something to give you a head kiss in return altho he is doing this to assert dominance as well 

Let him have this he is constantly picked on and letting him return the kiss makes him literally glow as he walks with a puffed out chest

Has done it as a power move in front of Mammon before and it worked 

He enjoys being a lil shit with it and will ask for head kisses innocently before turning to whatever brothers are watching and giving them an evil smirk behind your back

You know what he is doing but its endearing and the looks on the brother’s faces convince you to play innocent as well

[captainai-47]

*Suddenly rises from the dead* So what would y’all think about Earth Dragon! Isa x Human Prince! Lucifer?

[tarantulasnot]

I just keep thinking about sucking off Lucifer under his desk, and suddenly Diavolo comes in and purposefully prolongs the meeting so he can watch Lucifer fall apart, a bit of cum spraying onto his own chest and finally Diavolo speaks up, asking about what you're doing even though he already knows. No, because Diavolo is absolutely pounding Lucifer's hole, already the poor pride avatar being overstimulated- he just can't take it when you have your mouth on him. He's basically slamming into your mouth from how hard Diavolo is pushing his hips forward. "You couldn't help but cum in front of me could you Lucifer?" And the way Lucifer wails at the words as he cums again straight into your mouth is delightful. His legs giving out and the only thing holding him up is Diavolo's hand on his throat, keeping his ear next to Diavolo's mouth. Even though Lucifer just came down your throat you're still sucking him down like your life depends on it and you can't help it. You HAVE to make him cry.

[wearyeyebrow]

Worthy In Blue

Summary: You’ve been working on a little surprise project for Lucifer involving navy blue rope and a mahogany chair. You know Lucifer has a penchant for ropework, so what if you gave him an evening to put those skills, and your own, to good use?

Tags under the cut.

Tags: submissive lucifer, dominant MC, rope, restraints, MC is in rope, Lucifer is restrained, pegging, cunnilingus, gn MC, afab MC, mutual possessiveness, romance, established relationship, pre-nightbringer

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Tonight is the long awaited Grimte Banquet where all the noble houses gather. Relationships are maintained, new ones started, and it’s all Lucifer can do to keep his brothers in line. Luckily, he has you to keep Mammon by your side and Beel full of food.

The night drones on spent managing many noble advances. He spares you a weary glance and you wink at him from across the hall. He can’t help the quirk of his mouth, a slight smile amidst everything. You’re impossibly charming.

A few moments later and he hears your voice in his ear. “Meet me in the coat room, I have something to show you.”

You slip away and disappear somewhere in the crowd. Eventually he manages a moment alone, horribly curious as he finds his way to you.

You close the door behind him, nearly hidden amidst coats of all sizes. “Hi gorgeous,” you wrap your arms around his waist.

"A coat closet?" He muses.

“I won’t keep you. Pretty sure Beel is looking for me too… Here.” You hold up your phone, “What do you think?”

You’re showing him a picture of… rope? “This is what you wanted to show me?”

“I could hardly send it to your phone right now, what with the entire royal court surrounding you. Plus, I’d rather explain its implications in person.”

“Implications?”

“Mm. Are you free next Friday night? Around 10pm?”

“I…” he allows himself a small smile, “I might be able to spare you some time.”

“Oh might you?” You smirk, “Well, if you’re too busy I completely understand. I’m capable of appreciating my own hard work.”

He acts affronted, grabbing you by the waist and kissing your hand. “Would a willing participant not please you more?”

“Isn’t that why I asked you in the first place?” He’s captivated by the crinkle of your nose, by the warmth of your smile.

“You’ve caught me,” he chuckles, “I’m all yours.”

“Then it’s a date. Do you like the color?”

You show him your phone again and he hums appreciatively. "Did you get it from Cloven Boutique? I didn’t think they stocked colored rope."

“They don’t, I dyed it myself."

“Truly?” He looks closer, in want of his glasses. “It looks like a professional job."

"Well, I had to get the color just right - I love the look of you in blue."

"Oh?" His tone softens.

“Mhm…” You appreciatively sweep your eyes up his body, lingering the gold peacock tie-clip you got him last month. You reach out and adjust his collar, “I love seeing you in things I’ve bought.”

“You have good taste.”

“Do you really think so?”

He frowns. “I wouldn’t wear something if it didn’t suit me.”

You laugh, “I know, I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“You’re horrible.”

“I’m charming.”

He fondly rolls his eyes. “I suppose both descriptors are accurate. I will look forward to it all week.”

“I think it’ll be worth the wait.” You lean up and brush your lips against his, “Don’t dance with too many nobles now.”

“Haven’t you noticed? All eyes are on you tonight. It’s taken everything in me not to whisk you away.”

“Likewise, darling.” You wink at him again and his heart certainly doesn’t flutter.

-

Lucifer knocks on your closed door, waiting for you to beckon him inside.

The first thing he notices is an old mahogany chair in the middle of your room, stolen from the hallway. It sits odd against your comfortable furniture.

You make a show of locking your door, brushing against his shoulder as you pass by. Then you cast a noise canceling spell - nothing but an emergency could disturb you now.

When you meet his eyes you're delighted by his wanting expression, unguarded and open in his desire. "I wonder…" you walk over to him, "how much you've thought about this night, curious about what I've planned?" You straighten his tie, close enough to see him swallow.

"It has been on my mind." He takes your hand in his own and kisses your knuckles, looking every part adoring.

You chuckle fondly, "Especially in the evenings, when you think of me?"

His cheeks heat up but his gaze is steady. “I won’t deny it."

“Honesty suits you." He goes in for a kiss just as you pull away. "I want to show you something."

He makes a curious sound and you leave him to open your dresser drawer. "Now, you knew I'd be using rope tonight, but for what exactly I didn't tell you." You gather the rope in your arms, "It might not seem like much of a deviation."

"Oh?" He eyes the rope you've picked.

"You still like it?"

He turns the rope over in his hands, "It’s richer than I remember. How did you do it?"

"Blue mangled beetles - kind of like carmine, but the process is simpler. When dried and crushed they make a beautiful dark navy dye that doesn’t bleed."

"You did your research."

You chuckle and take the rope from his hands. "Only the best for you. Gloves off."

He slips off his right leather glove, finger by finger - wait. “Blue?” You look at him inquisitively. His nails are a rich navy blue, perfectly manicured and glossy.

His eyes flicker behind you, cheeks dusting pink. “I painted them a few days ago.”

You're confused for a minute, then it hits you. “Wait - because of me?”

His voice drops, “You - you mentioned-" He clears his throat, "I thought you might like them.”

"I love them, Lucifer…" You kiss his knuckles, his palm, his wrist, before pulling him in for a proper kiss. His hand cups your jaw and he makes a small, plaintive sound. He really had been thinking about your words all this time.

You pull away with reluctance. "It's time I tell you what we’ll be doing tonight. Shall we start the scene?"

He clears his throat again and sweeps his own magic over your door. "Let us begin."

"Any titles are allowed tonight, you can address me however you’d like. Red to stop the act, yellow to pause, and green for all good. Fire if you want to stop the scene entirely."

"Understood.”

“Then…" the glint in your eyes makes him a little weak in the knees. "I know you have a penchant for ropework. And I know how much you enjoy earning my praise. So, I had a thought - tonight I’d like you to use your ropework skills and tie me up, but I want full range of motion, you know, a design strictly for aesthetics.” You pull the rope taught in your hands, “And then, if you do a good enough job, I may reward you with some rope of my own. What do you say?” You hold out the rope to him.

You smile and oblige, settling into the cold wooden seat. He eyes you and then the rope, contemplative, before loosening his tie and rolling up his sleeves. He circles you, and you admire the focused, pointed look on his face as he carefully plans an intricate design in his mind’s eye. He’s completely in his element and you love to watch him work.

“What an intriguing idea...” He takes the rope from your hands with soft reverence, feeling the rough texture between his fingers. “You really got such a nice shine to it,” he murmurs, mostly to himself. He breathes out slowly and gestures to the mahogany chair, “Please dear, relax.”

“Ah,’ you suddenly realize, “This might help.” You lift up your shirt and drop it next to the chair before shimmying out of your bottoms, leaving you bare before him.

“Yes…” he murmurs as his eyes roam your skin.

You feel a pleasant tingle up your spine when he brushes his fingers through your hair, gently gathering until he can put it up properly above your neckline. Your body relaxes under his touch.

The first knot is an anchor tie just below your bust, he uses four strands and divides them into two, slipping each half over your shoulders and back down to meet your back. The rough texture warms you from the outside in but his careful touch is cool against your skin.

You watch him as he works, loving the interplay of shadow that falls across his sharp features. He catches you staring.

“Am I pleasing to look at, Madam?”

“Yes, very much so.”

Your pact mark sings and you chuckle, bemused at the sensation. “You like it when I compliment you, don’t you, my little black bird?”

His cheeks heat up and his eyebrows furrow, as he’s put off by the pet name, but the humming in your chest only continues. “I can feel it, you know? Honesty really does suit you best - your face is much prettier wearing it.”

The tips of his ears turn pink but he circles you, wrapping his arms around your midsection to finish fixing a knot in place. Suddenly his warm lips press into the crook of your shoulder. The deep undertones of his voice make you shiver as he whispers in your ear. “You will be the death of me.”

You turn to meet his eyes, coy mischief in your own. “I think you’ll survive.” He chuckles and you kiss him once, twice, just to make him simmer. He almost goes back in for a third but you brush your thumb over his bottom lip. “Not yet.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He kisses your shoulder once more.

Time passes in a lovely, hazy sort of way. Lucifer relaxes into the process as you'd hoped he would. It’s a gentle sort of focus where his mind is set on something, a place where nothing else can bother him or tear away his careful attention. He loves taking your direction, easing him out of his mind, constantly wound too tight.

Finally he kneels to finish the job, gingerly maneuvering one of your legs up and over his shoulder to wrap a strand around the back of your thigh. His eyes wander this time, following the line of your body until he lingers between your legs. As if he can’t help himself he kisses your skin, leaving a delicate trail up the inside of your thigh.

You cup his jaw in one hand and he kisses your palm, eyeing between your legs. “After you finish,” you murmur, “You’ll have to earn what you get tonight.” His eyes flicker to yours and he continues moving, finishing the tie he started.

“I believe I’m finished, will you stand?”

You do so, feeling the bend and flex of rope. Nothing feels too tight, everything is snug, hugging the curves of your body. You admire what lacing you can see, particularly the delicate design around your hands and wrists. He truly had taken his time, a glance at the clock proves that an hour has passed.

Finally you turn around and examine his work in the mirror. Your eyes light up at his intricate ropework. You’re beautiful, elegant, fully mobile and yet covered in faux restraints. You admire yourself, making a show of your appreciation. His chest puffs out and the pact mark on your chest rumbles. You gently circle your clit with one finger and enjoy how he shifts uncomfortably behind you.

You want more from him. Your body aches from an hour of foreplay.

You cup his jaw with one hand. “Kneel.”

“Yes Sir,” he murmurs, almost breathless.

His willing, almost eager demonstration of your power over him, of his own lack of control, further spurns you on, and you know he can hold your weight.

"Show me, then, devotion to your work." You prop one leg up on the hard mahogany seat, exposing yourself for him. Rope hugs your thighs, indenting and highlighting what he wants most.

His eyes flicker between your face and your clit. He licks his lips. "Thank you, Sir."

You run a hand through his hair and brace the other on the back of the chair. As soon as his tongue touches your clit you gasp, unable to help yourself. You’ve been on edge for so long now, throbbing at every new rope and delicate detail. You savor his mouth, rocking your hips into his face gently. "Yes…" he sucks and licks as you drip onto his tongue and he moans softly at the gentle tug of your hand in his hair.

You'll come quickly and you know it - you rock against him faster now and he wraps his fingers through the ropes on the back of your thigh before squeezing your ass and petting between your legs.

You look down at him, at his disheveled appearance, tousled hair, and too-tight pants. “Lucifer, darling, you - ah - you don’t have to say anything, no thoughts, no control, just take what I give you."

He groans and claws at the backs of your thighs, pulling you forward against his mouth.

You tilt your head back. "Good man, good job-" he whines and flicks his tongue with renewed vigor, "fffuck, right there…"

You fuck his face, shivering and shaking, chasing your orgasm. He holds you upright and supports your body, grasping at his own ropework. You moan and twitch. A glance at the mirror brings you closer still, “Look baby, look at you, making me feel so fucking good… shit-” Your grip on his hair tightens as you twist your hand, pulling him forward. He moans, high and breathy, harshly breathing through his nose.

His right hand supports your waist while his left squeezes your ass. Just a minute more, a second more, finally, finally his palpable desire sends you over the edge, and god how it fills the air. He takes it all and you don't fall, even as your legs lock and your grip falters. You shake and shiver in his tight grasp, palms holding tight to his shoulders. He keeps licking, just enough to keep you there until tension dissipates and you’re overstimulated. Only then does his grip loosen, following your body as you stand on your own, knees shaking.

There's an unspoken tenderness in his eyes - your baby takes pride in service.

You step away from him when you can, fixing his hair and cleaning your cum from his lips. "Sit on the chair, darling."

His knees crack when he gets up, stiff from his place on the hardwood floor. He sits, bulge straining against his trousers, watching you with rapt attention.

"I think…" you turn around, "You've more than earned your reward - as if there was any doubt in my mind."

“Oh?” He practically glows at your praise.

"And…” you walk over to your nightstand once more, "I'm not done with this yet." He swallows, gaze fixated on the rope in your hands. You smirk, "You like that idea?"

He shifts again. "Yes I - very much."

You reach into your nightstand and pull out a matte black silicone dildo, smaller, elegant even. You hold it up. “What about this? Are you up for it tonight?”

“Yes,” he nods, “I prepared myself for the possibility.”

“Perfect,“ you breathe, already excited. “Then…” your smile is nearly wicked as you regard him and his cock throbs in earnest. “Clothes off. Hands behind your back - hold your forearms.”

He acquiesces, knowing exactly what you want.

Soon he’s sitting naked on the chair, hands held behind his back, willingly at your mercy. Your ties aren’t nearly as elegant, but they restrict his movement and hug his body. You restrain his arms behind his back with a chest harness, carefully distributing the weight of the rope, adding just a touch of flourish. Even in such a simple design he looks lovely. Blue really is his color, you think, admiring him. He catches your eye.

“I was right,” you say, tilting his chin up for a chaste peck on the lips, “You look lovely in blue.” He groans and chases your lips this time. You let him, just once, and deepen the kiss yourself, before grabbing him by the hair, wrenching his head up. “Not yet, darling.”

“As you wish.” He’s breathless and kiss bitten.

You leave him and stack two large pillows on top of each other. You motion for him to stand before grabbing him by the restraints. “I will help you get into position,” you chuckle darkly, “I want you face down.”

His cheeks feel hot but he nods, “Yes Sir.”

“Good man. Lie down.”

It takes a moment since he can’t move his arms but you finally have him exactly where you want him, chest pushed into the bed, hips and ass raised by the pillows beneath him.

He tilts his head to look at you with one eye, eyebrow raised as you appear with more rope.

‘Can’t have you squirming too much, now can I?” He groans into the pillow beneath him and nods.

“Tell me if you’re ever uncomfortable or need to readjust, this position might get tiring after awhile.”

“I’m sure I can take it.”

“I’m sure you can, but I’m not asking. Tell me.”

He shivers. “Yes Ma’am.”

“Good.”

You uncap the lube on your nightstand and snap a glove on. He shivers at the cold feeling of your lubed finger rubbing against him, but as your hand warms so does his body and he slowly starts to meet your gentle thrusts as you enter him. You love this part. It’s incredibly intimate, almost more so that the ensuing sex, because anyone else would have been thrown out long ago - he has only ever done this with you.

Once you’re up to two fingers comfortably you withdraw your hand and replace it with your lubed up strap. “Ready?”

“I’ve been ready.” You smack his ass and he gasps.

“What was that?”

“I apologize, yes I - I’m ready.”

“That’s better. One more remark like that,” you murmur, pressing in slowly, “And I’ll rethink your reward.”

He hisses, wiggling his hips, “A-Apologies - it won’t happen again.”

‘I know it won’t,” you smile, “because you love this too much.” Finally, finally you move your hips, slow at first, until finding a gentle rhythm. You use his bound legs as leverage, pushing deep inside of him as his low, desperate moans fill the air.

As his body strains against the rope it holds tight, digging into his skin - this heat, this pleasure, your power over him is dizzying. For a few blissful moments he can’t think, all he can do is feel you surround him and hear your haunting voice in his ear.

It is easy to admire him, Lucifer Morningstar splayed out before you, rocking his ass into your hips, wanting more, more. You grab the rope holding his forearms tight against his back and pull, arching his back against the sheets. He cries out, and you lean down, pushing all your weight on top of him.

“That feel good, baby? Heh, you love it don’t you?” Your hips are slow and deep, grinding on his favorite spot, “You love being fucked like this. Wrapped in my rope, under my hand-” He moans, long and debauched. “I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like this, you belong to me, don’t you?”

“Yes-!”

You’re breathless above him. “We belong to each other, right, love?”

His eyes open and he gazes at you in the adjacent mirror, “Yes…” You dip and kiss the back of his neck, soft and sweet, "Hnn…" he takes in a shuddering breath and lets his head fall forward.

“That's right, no one else deserves to touch you, no one else is good enough, worthy enough.” You whisper in his ear.

He gasps your name and pushes his ass against your hips, pathetically fucking himself on your strap. Every slap of your skin sears welts into his body. You grab his hair and jerk his body up.

“Eyes open, look at yourself.” He didn’t think he could get any redder, but the sight of you behind him, fucking his ass with slow purposeful thrusts, restraining him while tied in his own ropework, it's too much, he can’t - he’ll -

You wrench his head up, “Keep looking,” you pant, “look at the face you make when you come for me.”

He can’t help it, he comes fast and hot, hips stuttering, mouth open and gasping. You slow but you don’t stop. He whimpers but dutifully stays, taking it all.

“Good man,” you praise him, “So. Fucking. Good-” you punctuate your words by digging your nails into his back. You slowly drag them downward and tiny specks of blood bubble to the surface. He hisses but his cock jumps beneath him. “You like a little pain, don’t you?” You slap his ass with an open palm. “Answer me.”

“Yes, yes Ma’am -”

“Yes what?”

"Fuck - more, please-!”

“Filthy.” You bite, before indulging him with another slap on the ass.

You run your nails gently over the welts and he sighs in bliss. In this moment of calm you use all your strength to hoist him upward again, until his back is flush against your chest. You wrap a hand around his throat and start to bounce him on your cock. His eyes roll back and he groans, reaching around to grab your hip as he rocks back into you.

“When I cut you loose,” you pant, “I want you to lie down on your back, legs spread, waiting and ready for me again. Do you understand me?”

He swallows breathlessly and nods.

You lean him forward and gently pull out. You untie his legs, and then his arms before dropping the rope next to the bed. His body is tinged red with slight rope burn, just how he likes.

He rolls over onto his back, finally making eye contact with you. You smile at him, gentle, and his pupils pin. “Spread your legs for me.”

Lucifer grabs his own knees, and spreads his legs while you refuse to let him lose eye contact. His red flush is delicious, and so is his twitching cock, clearly enjoying this.

You grab more lube from the nightstand and quickly reapply before holding one of his legs to your chest and slipping back inside. He groans and rocks his hips forward, savoring the feeling.

You slowly snap your hips forward, reaching deep inside him, you keep repositioning until he gasps and then you hold there. Little thrusts of your hips grinding against his ass. He gasps low, moaning sweetly in his deep voice as sweat trickles down his temple.

“Kiss me-” he croaks, reaching for you. You melt into him and grind against him as his hands roam your body. He doesn’t realize he’s whimpering and shuddering, or if he does he doesn’t care.

You continue like this for a while, enjoying his gasping deep moans in your ear, his lips and teeth on your neck. Finally, at your mercy, you gently trace your fingers over the head of his cock. The noise he makes is agonizing, and you have half a mind to continue neglecting him. But he has your heart as you keep up that gentle, light contact, and he doesn’t ask for more. His head is spinning, filled with thoughts of you, you, just you.

You speed up your hand as your hips get tired and he grips your back, rocking into you. Finally you feel him tense, feel his blunt nails dig into your back.

“There you go, my pretty bird,”

He gasps, light and beautiful, shuddering as he comes, keening as each slow, deep thrust of your hips milks another dribble of cum out of him.

You kiss again and again, covered in sweat, cum, and specks of blood, ignoring the passage of time.

-

Darkness blankets your bedroom, barely lit in deep navy shadow. Your fingernails fall up and down rhythmically over the rope burn on Lucifer’s back.

“I heard you were approached last week.” He murmurs.

“At the Banquet…? Oh, did Asmo say something?”

Lucifer chuckles, "He said something akin to "Everyone here is itching for their chance, don't let them out of your sight."

You feign exasperation. "And what did you do, you let me out of your sight. Now I'm in bed with a demon."

Lucifer snorts, "The very same demon you propositioned in a coat closet."

"What can I say? I know who I want," you kiss his temple.

Lucifer leans into you further, draped across your body. "Don't you have plans early tomorrow morning?"

“You yawn again, “Solomon said he has something important to talk to me about. What exactly, I’m not sure… he can wait until I've had breakfast.”

“That sorcerer…”

“He wants you so bad,” you chuckle, “I mean, it isn’t up to me, but I enjoy acting as if it is.”

“Rest assured,” he kisses your shoulder, “he’ll never have me, not like you do.”

Your smile is gentle. “I love you, Luci.”

“And I you.”

Lucifer closes his eyes and relaxes his sore body, satisfied and calm. He resolves to make you breakfast in the morning before seeing you off to Solomon.

Truly, he thinks, there's nothing he can’t face as long as you’re there when he wakes.

[bazthefirstborn]

May I request a sub lucifer and diavolo (seperatly)

Have a good day!

hhhhhh men that are cocky and then you ruin it i feel some way

Sub Lucifer/Sub Diavolo x Dom!Gn Reader

tags:

SMUT UNDER THE CUT MINORS DNI!!!

this man. he makes me feel things.

Lucifer:

this man. he makes me feel things.

one of his titles is literally "Mr. Loyal-and-Obedient"

i want to fuck him up so hard hhhhh

doggy style !!!!!!! face down ass up just to really get him embarrassed

he's not super duper loud, but gag him anyway because it's fun to see his face when he's helpless

wants to give up all control and just be tied up unable to move

he blushes everywhere!! his whole face, neck, and chest get redder the more you mess with him <3

not tying his hands but telling him to keep them up is so hot oh my god

just play with him and tell him to keep still hngh

also looks so good in lingerie hello???? get him an elegant little black set right this moment. like right now.

also likes getting marked, even though he'll deny it

making lipstick marks all over his neck and chest before he leaves to go do important things <3333333

he gets a little bratty if you take too long to tease him, but he'll cry if you stop touching him and will eventually beg

Diavolo:

the epitome of high and mighty

kick this man off his high horse right now. do it.

pretty boy wants you to mark him everywhere and will not be ashamed if someone sees

will 10000% leave scratches on your back with his nails <3

that's his little way of knowing you're his and he's yours

i feel like he'd be into body writing or marking in non-conventional ways too

he HATES not being able to touch you and is very clingy when you're alone

if you asked him to get you off he will drop on his knees so fast no questions asked

punish him by fucking/riding his thighs and not letting him touch

he begs so prettily when you punish him <333

a really pretty crier as well

i would not put it past him to get a dildo that matches your cock/strap to sit on while he works

fuck him over his throne when the room is empty and he will get so loud so fast

get him a little collar and he'll show it off to everyone

loves loves LOVES body worship, he will literally kiss every part of your body and tell you how much he loves you

he gets so shy if you ever return any of his affections

a/n: can you tell i like destroying big men yet

send in requests!!!

[justice-maul]

I see your requests are open and oml the pec job with diavolo 🧎🧎🧎

25. Tit Job/Pec Job ft. Diavolo x Male Reader

Author Note: English isn’t my first language! There’s literally no Diavolo gifs whatsoever I was struggling to find one so bad 😭

Character/Scenario Kink List

Warning(s)⚠: Sub Diavolo, porn without plot, blowjob, spit, cum on face, and referring to pecs as breasts/tits

This wasn't how you were expecting your free day to go, but you’re not complaining one bit…

Diavolo was completely naked in between your legs as he sucked off your cock desperately his spit trailing down his chin, it was a damn sight to behold as you watched the future king of the devildom slurp up your cock messily

It has been a week since you two have been able to touch each other, which if you ask Diavolo was way too long so when Barbaros let him know that his evening was freed up he made sure yours was too, and that you had nothing important

The moment you came to his bedroom per his order he didn’t even give you time to react before he slammed his lips against yours, immediately pushing his tongue inside the moment he felt your lips part slightly

And that’s how you ended up sitting on his large king bed with him on his knees stroking your cock and licking the pre cum that was leaking out of it, gradually sucking your cock every now and then as he gave it long slow pumps

“Oh, I missed this, you taste so good…”

He gives your length another more tender lick up the shaft before opening his mouth and letting your cock slide in against his wet tongue and warm mouth with ease causing you to let out a light groan as you felt it hit the back of his throat

You watched as Diavolo was able to completely take in your hardness with no gag reflex, coating it with salvia taking his time as his tongue swirled around your tip before letting go with an audible pop and watched as he grinned up at you with that face you've grown to love

"I have an idea I've been wanting to try..."

You raise an eyebrow at him with curiosity and watch as he removes his top and his chest practically bounces out with how big they were your mouth watering at the sight of them, he knew how much you liked his breasts and he knew how much more you were gonna love this...

He pushed you down on the bed and got in between your legs leaning forward and sandwiching your spit-covered cock in between his tits. You let out a light groan feeling the soft skin of his chest suffocate your length as you began to snap your hips against his breasts back and forth

He let out a breathless noise feeling your hot cock move between his tits, occasionally pulling away only to rub your tip against his buds and spread your pre-cum all over them, watching as they harden from only for you to go back to fucking his tits as his volume began to increase with your thrusts

“Shit- your chest feels so hot Diavolo,”

He smiled at the praise and squeezed your hardness against his breasts more causing you to fuck them faster, sliding your length that’s covered with the slick of his spit between his soft tits, not being able to touch him like this for so long had only made you more hungry for him

You felt yourself at the brink of release, feeling that knot in your stomach build up and began to snap your hips against his breasts faster, he saw as your hardened length throbbed and began sucking on your tip swirling his tongue around your cock as to make you cum faster

Once your hardness began twitching in his mouth he let it go from his mouth with a string of salvia connecting it to his lips and began to pump your cock faster with his tits as you thrusted up into his breasts one last time before releasing your load all over his chest and face watching as it dripped down

he licked your cum off his lips letting go of your cock only to swipe the release off his breasts with his fingers and lick them clean, eager to taste your load inside his mouth and not even bothering to wipe off the one off his face and you can only watch breathlessly as you came down from your high

“Fuck… that was amazing,”

You said leaning in and pecking his lips before sitting up and moving your hand to gently grope the fat of his ass causing him to let out a whine as he looked up at you not even tired out and ready for another round, and by the look on his face you both just knew you were gonna make the most of this day…

[ghoulfriendfangs]

KINKTOBER ‘22 - Gentle

Day 24: Virginity with Muriel.

{WC: ~450} {dom!top!reader x bottom!sub!Muriel, gentle, tender}

  The candles were lit, filling the hut with warm, ambient light. The curtains were shut, and the door was definitely locked.

  Muriel was surrounded by blankets, partially due to the chill of the autumn air, partially because he was nervous, so his comfort was top priority.

  You had already prepared him, but you were waiting before you moved on to penetration. It comforted him to take things slow, let him have say in when he’s ready. Right now, you were just lying on top of him, cuddling with him and savoring the moment.

  It didn’t surprise you much when he admitted to being a virgin, and despite his worries you didn’t judge him for it. Not one bit. Instead, you listened as he explained that he wanted his first time to be special, romantic, and he wanted to put aside an evening for it… make a date out of it. He said it nervously, as if he was worried he was being selfish, but you wanted nothing more than to celebrate him, pamper him, and make his first time as memorable as it could be.

  “I’m…” he said in a low whisper, his voice reverberating in his chest as he felt a strong mix of nerves, but also excitement. He was much more excited than he could’ve guessed. “I’m ready.”

  You got up, “alright, Murmur,” you whispered, giving him a small, sweet kiss. He moved his legs in anticipation.

  “It may feel difficult at first, just remember to relax and take deep breaths.”

  “Y-yeah… okay. Deep breaths…”

  When you began pushing in, he made a surprised little noise, though his lips were sealed shut. He exhaled sharply through his nose. 

  “Open your mouth, deep breaths.”

  “R-right, it’s just…”

  You waited for him to continue, stopping just in case.

  “You’re… so big. Really big. It feels… it feels good, it’s hard but it’s a good kind of hard. It’s… pleasecontinue,” he said, deciding to shut up before he embarrassed himself.

  You continued, but picking up on his anxiety you whispered, “it’s ok, you can keep talking. I like hearing what you have to say.”

  “U-uhm, ok, it feels… I can feel a stretch, and it, it’s really good, I can feel y-you and you’re… you’re warm, and I like it, I like I-immmgh!”

  He gasped as you brushed against his prostate, clutching the bedsheets. “That’s, that’s my…?”

  You nodded. “We’ll focus on that more intently later, when I make you cum. Right now, I just want you to relax and get used to me thrusting, okay honeybear?”

  He nodded, closing his eyes. “G-go slow,” he asked, “it still feels… really, really big. But I like it.”

  “Of course, I’ll be gentle, okay?”

[teeth-farie]

Hysteria 2.0

Lucio/AMAB Reader

Notes: plague era, doctor/patient, handjobs, mask kink, cum eating, a bit of cbt, humiliation/degradation, piss, lucio can’t get it up, prostate milking, 6k words

☞. . . The long awaited sequel I mentioned! If you read the first and thought ‘hey just jerking him off isn’t enough’ then this is the fic for you!

Your world is dark and red and plague coats the streets as thickly as molasses. It seems the city has crumbled a little more with each person that falls. With a life so bitter, you clung to the ounce of hope you had and applied for apprenticeship under a doctor at the palace. Asra left, desperate for distance from the city but you couldn’t join him—you wouldn’t, this was your home and you’re determined to piece it back together no matter what it takes.

The pungent smell of rubbing alcohol and the distant tang of coppery blood assault your nose even through your mask. The skittering of beetles from the pit buzz in your ears like terrible white noise, fueling your unease—but you persist, this is your job now. You chose this.

“I trust you to go on your own this time. It’ll be no different, it’s just like we’ve done together.” Doctor Devorak speaks monotonously and his eyes are bruised with sleep deprivation. Constantly, he hunches over books and furiously scribbles notes in an attempt to find a cure. Would it be in vain? You’re unsure, but if this takes a little stress off his shoulders, you’ll do it. “Be careful.” He says after a moment's hesitation.

In your bag, you carry all the equipment you need for your patient. Count Lucio.

You’ve gotten as used to his cocky persona as much as one possibly could. Even riddled with the plague, he still acts as though he’s the same man as before. He knows he isn’t—though denial is the greatest placebo. You’ve gotten used to your mask by now and your lenses barely fog up anymore. It scares Lucio, though he doesn’t show it willingly. You rap three times on his chamber doors before entering.

His room smells of disinfectant and night air that seeps through his cracked window. “Good evening, Count.” You greet coolly, approaching his bedside and placing your bag on top of an oak wood dresser. Lucio scans his eyes over you, red and puffy. “Which one are you?” His voice is rough and scratchy, you assume he’s been having coughing fits. You answer him with your name and he seems to perk up. “Your voice is too muffled with that thing.” Lucio gestures vaguely at your beaked mask. “Where’s Doctor Jules?” He watches as you unpack your bag and pull out various tools. 

“Working.”

“He’s no fun. You know what they say, three's a party.” 

Lucio is a terrible flirt and he doesn’t notice or he doesn’t care about boundaries between doctor and patient. If it were up to him, he’d have both his favorite doctors in his room with him after hours. But that isn’t what this is, he’s reminded. He’s a dying man and it’s a procedural matter.

You don’t answer his cocky remark and gather your stethoscope. You plug it in your ears and press the metal disk to his chest. “Hey! A little warning might be nice!” Lucio groans, nearly jolting at the cold metal. “Quiet, I need to hear.”

Luckily, he shuts up and you listen to the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat. You move it over his lungs and his breath rattles. “I need to put it under your shirt.” You lean back up and Lucio grins. “Oh? If you wanted me shirtless you just had to ask.” He grins and you roll your eyes. “You don’t need to take off your shirt, I’ll put it under.”

You lift the hem of his linen shirt and press the metal to his naked chest. It draws a gasp from him that you ignore. You move it across his chest where you need to listen and reach around to press it against his back. His lungs sound like a baby’s rattle, scratchy and clogged. His skin is warm to the touch though you can barely feel it through your thick gloves.

You move the metal disk higher and lower as you need it and Lucio’s heart rate accelerates as you move back to his chest. 

“Remember to stay calm, we needn’t any heart palpitations.” Your voice is smooth and methodical. Setting the stethoscope aside for a moment, you fetch a band from your bag. “Would it be wrong for me to say you make my heart skip a beat?” Lucio croaks, completely ignorant of your lingo.

“Yes, that’s what a heart palpitation is, milord.” 

“Right, I knew that.”

You grab Lucio’s right arm with gentle hands, turning it to expose the crook of the reddened flesh and tying the band tight around his bicep. He winces at the pinch of skin and watches you like a hawk as you place the stethoscope under the band and plug it back into your ears. You watch the clock across from his bed, counting each beat of his heart with practiced ease. Lucio barely holds in the painful cough once the full minute is over, turning his head and covering his mouth with the palm of his hand. 

You take a moment to write down his vitals and rub his back while he swallows thickly and clears his throat. “Why are you doing that.” Lucio’s voice comes off more nasally than usual, craning his neck to peer over his shoulder where your hand lays. “I’m offering you comfort. Do you want me to stop?” You feel you may have crossed a line despite the count's provocative nature. 

“No! No. By all means, keep touching me.” Lucio attempts to keep the familiar swagger in his tone yet you don’t miss how desperate he’d sounded for that split second. 

You don’t reply to him, just moving your gloved palm to his forehead and the heat seeps through the leather. You sigh softly. “Fever still high. May I try something, milord?” You question and Lucio scoffs—well, the best he can without sending himself into a hacking fit. You take that as a ‘whatever’ and loosen the fingers of your glove, pulling it off. Lucio watches with interest as you place your bare hand to his clammy forehead and summon a simple cooling spell. He groans softly and leans into your hand. 

“How’d you do that?” 

“I’m well acquainted with magic.”

“Magic, huh? Must’ve lucked out with you, eh?” 

Again, you pass over his comment and press your fingers over his temples and behind his ears, alleviating him of possible migraines. Your patient sighs a deep breath, the tension in his body slowly relaxing. “Keep that up and I’ll have to order you a raise.” Lucio hums and you remove your hand, slipping your glove back on. “I’m not getting paid, milord. I volunteered to help.” You clarify and the count gawks at you. 

“You willingly chose to do this? Man..” he clicks his tongue and makes a sound of disbelief. 

You continue the routine you’ve practiced with him before, taking notes on his behavior and advancements with his sickness.

“Have the assistants been helping you with your physical therapy?” You question, setting the quill down in its holder as you address Lucio. “Hmph, they haven’t even tried.” He huffs, staring ahead at the painting across from his bed—a commissioned portrait of a man defeating death, how ironic. 

“That’s no good..” you mumble. “I’m assuming no one has taken you walking?”

“No. None of them want to touch me—I mean, I’m the COUNT, who wouldn’t want to fawn over me??” 

You let him ramble as you take note of the lack of aid from his assistants. “I’ll help you with simple stretches today. I’ll give word about the slacking.” You announce, taking a moment to pop the joints in your arms and back. If you weren’t mistaken, the count would be like dead weight at this point, and stiff joints wouldn’t help you in this endeavor. “Are you ready, milord?” You prepare yourself to haul him upright at the edge of the bed, only waiting on his consent.

“If you hurt me, I’ll kill you.” 

“This won’t hurt, I’m only going to relieve your body aches.” 

Lucio gives you a skeptical look before nodding his head, pushing his arms out to allow you to grip under his arms, fingers pressing into his ribs as you help to position him. “First we’ll start with your arm; we can tackle your prosthetic later, though I’m sure you might need to take a break from wearing it to keep your skin from chafing…” you ramble on, more so to yourself than Lucio. He winces at the notion of removing his prosthetic, lips curling into a snarl. “No, the arm stays on.” 

You only nod. “Yes, milord, I’ll make sure to inform the others of your decision.” 

Lucio sits as straight as he can, back still aching as you take his right arm and start with overhead stretches. Sweat stains litter his shirt, and you make a mental note to have someone help him change after your checkup. Your thumbs glide down the inside of his arm, down over the red veins and to his wrist, pushing his hand down, holding, up, holding. Lucio watches like a predator watches its prey, yet sitting there with his hand in yours, back hunched, he seems more of a sad child; one who wears a pout on his face and kicks his feet where they dangle from his chair. 

A strand of dull blonde hair falls into his face, and you push it back without really thinking about it, briefly raking your fingers through in a swift moment to instill its place among his hairline. Lucio closes his eyes, a rattling sigh and a sniffle of his nose. Something tells you to stay just a moment longer, and so you do, only under the guise of massaging his temples to relieve his headaches. 

“We’ll do bed stretches for your legs, we needn’t overdo it.” Your voice, muffled by the leather beak of your mask, breaks him from his stupor. Lucio nods and clears his throat, which only leads to another coughing fit that you rub his back through. “Lay back when you’re ready.”

He raises his brow, then chuckles raggedly. “I knew you’d come around,” Lucio heckles, half falling back onto his elbows. You tut and guide him back yourself. “You have to lay back so I can stretch your legs.” 

He rolls his eyes, rubbing the cool metal of his hand over his forehead. “Let me have a little fun, won’t you?”

You don’t answer, unwilling to fuel his fantasies. Your gloved fingers wrap around his ankle, one hand holding by the heel of his foot and the other in the crook under his knee. Slow and steady, you push his leg forward, knee bending near his chest. You don’t push it, just holding for a few seconds before pulling back and repeating. 

Lucio doesn’t know if it’s just the fever talking, or the warm solid body maneuvering his, but he can feel the already present flush on his face getting hotter, his heart beating faster within his rib cage. He takes a deep breath, then out. This isn’t too bad, just stretching. Just his doctor's apprentice stretching his legs for him, with that hideous mask that for some reason has butterflies fluttering in his stomach. 

“Good job, keep breathing just like that.”

Shit. He really wishes you wouldn’t talk like that right now. 

Now you’ve set his foot on your shoulder, using it as leverage to push it back, focusing on the hinge of his hips, and by god does that send his blood right between his legs. You don’t notice the stirring in his trousers, nor do you stop and look—then again why would you look. 

You release his leg and move to the other, repeating the same cycle from before with intense concentration in those hollow eyes of your mask. 

Lucio’s breathing is getting heavier, you notice, so you stop. “Milord, are you o… oh.” The air in the room freezes, everything still and your heartbeat rises in your ears. “I apologize, I’ll leave you to tend to yourself,” you flounder, immediately turning to pack up your bag. Nothing prepared you for this, none of your training ever taught you how to approach this kind of situation. 

“Wait!” Lucio struggles to push himself up, but he gets there, braving his arms behind him. “You’re not just gonna leave are you?” 

That scene is still replaying in your head, the Count flat on his back with his legs fallen spread on the bed, eyes trailing down in between his legs—somewhere you never should have looked. “I, I mean, this is unprofessional,” your hands clenched at your chest, soft leather creaking at your joints. “That would be taking advantage of you.” 

Lucio scoffs. “Taking advantage of me? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten my role, I could have you executed if you so much as pissed me off.” He swallows, pressing his hand down on the bed in between his legs, his wrist and forearm blocking the soft tenting in his pants. “So believe me when I’m asking you to do this,” there’s a new softness on his face, like he was just moments away from getting onto his knees—well if he could get on his knees. 

You straighten your back, hands falling to your sides. “Ok, then. Ask me properly.” You demand, heart beating wildly in your chest nonetheless. For a moment Lucio looks almost surprised. Then, a catlike grin spreads across his pale face. 

“Please Doctor, would you touch me?” He damn near purrs the word, the persistent flush on his face darkening for other reasons. “You wouldn’t leave your patient crying, now would you?”

You gather your bearings, heart hammering in your chest. A tad too stiffly, you begin searching through your bag. “Hey, I did what you wanted. What’re you doing now?” Lucio bobs his head around in an attempt to peer into your bag. You snap it shut after finding what you needed. “I won’t do it dry. Lay back, this won’t hurt a bit.” You unscrew the jar of vaseline, setting it down with a little clack onto his nightstand. Lucio’s already laid flat on his back by the time you turn around, struggling to shimmy out of his pants. 

You grant him some reprieve, replacing his hands with yours and tugging down the waistband. “Finally,” he groans, cool air wafting over his hot skin. His half-hard dick lays on his belly.

“Now, stay still.” 

With a gloved hand coated in lubricant, you grab his cock, slowly pumping him into full hardness. Lucio grips at the bedsheets, expensive linens wrinkling under his hands. The leather of your gloves glides across his heated flesh softer than he imagined it’d feel- the worn-in material like pure heaven. 

“Doctor,” he gasps again, pants still snug around his thighs while he gives a pathetic buck of his hips. You press your free hand against his lower stomach, thumb rubbing right under the head of his cock. “Stay still, we needn’t cause any distress. Your palm acts as a stabilizer against his stomach, keeping him from the rowdy attempts at what his previous, healthy, body would have reacted with. 

“I hope this relieves some stress, milord,” you twist your wrist and Lucio shudders. “Your health and well-being are my greatest priority.” Your thumb strokes along his jutted hipbone, mask-clad head tilting the tiniest bit to the side as you watch him writhe and pant. 

“That’s-“ a heaving cough wracks through his body, making his stomach clench and cock twitch in your hand. “Th-that’s not sexy talk at all.” He groans, eyebrows furrowing and sweat dripping down his temples. “Oh?” You rub your thumb over his slit and a shuddering moan falls from his lips. “You seem to be gaining gratification right now, is this not sufficient? Would you like me to be a little more…intimate?” You press down lightly on his lower stomach, feeling his dick jump again in your hand as you start pumping faster.

“I-it would be, hg- fuck, helpful,” Lucio chokes, hastily trying to kick his pants off his thighs, the need for more mobility clawing up his spine until he's wiggling like a worm trying to get free. 

You sigh, letting go of his dick and letting it fall against his stomach in favor of grabbing the hem of his waistband and sliding them down his legs. They fall to the floor with a soft thump. Lucio lifts his legs up to his chest, trying to make purchase on the edge of the bed rather than dangle off. “Don’t squirm, you’ll only hurt yourself.” You take his dick in your hand again and give another pump, something that makes his legs tremble. “Don’t tell me what to- ohhh,” his eyes roll back, lashes fluttering when you start stroking again, fast and methodical. He shouldn’t be much longer now, not with how he's starting to leak on your gloves. 

His toes curl in his socks, his cool metal hand fumbling to brush up his shirt and thumb over a peachy nipple. You roll your eyes under your mask. You might as well.

You reach up and let your fingers rub over his second nipple, and the rumbly groan of delight that leaves his ragged throat is clue enough that you’ve made the right move. “You’re- you’re fucking creepy-” Lucio keens, weakly rutting his hips up. 

“This mask is for my protec-”

“I know,” he heaves a great big breath with you carefully stroke his dripping slit. “The mask- it-it’s creepy but it's hot and, and-fuck!” 

One well-timed grind of your finger under the head and tug on his nipples has him cumming abruptly, his thin hips giving aborted thrusts as weak loads of cum splatter against his stomach and taper off to drip down your gloved knuckles. Slowly, you taper off your stroking until he's gone soft in your hand. “I hope you feel satisfied. Now,” you give a disguised grimace under your mask at your gloved hand. “I should be taking my leave-!”

Lucio locks his legs around your hips, nudging you up against his as your knees knock against the edge of the bed. He leans upon his golden arm. “S’ not enough,” his heels dig into your tailbone. “Fuck me, fuck me like you mean it.” Your shock limits you enough for him to grab your soiled hand and bring it to his face. “You love your Count, don’t you?” He holds your wrist as he drags his tongue over your palm, licking up his own mess. “I’ll reward you, you can use me like a toy-”

The moment he tries to kiss your palm you yank your hand away with a sucked in breath, your heart hammering in your ears. You should leave, you should put a stop to this and forget that this ever happened.

…But you don’t. You don’t step away. You harden your gaze behind your mask and brace your hands on either side of his ribcage, looming over him. 

“You really think you’re still in charge, don’t you?” Your voice comes steady, and you can almost see the shiver that runs through Lucio’s body. “Do you think this would be a reward for me? As if I didn’t do this because I pitied you?”

“Pity-!“ he guffaws, though quickly shut up the lower you lean into his space. You’re like a predator above him, the soulless beaked mask covering any sense of humanity. And honestly, wasn’t this what he wanted? 

“Hold your tongue, milord, unless you’re using it to confess the truth.” The beak of your mask pokes against his blushed nose, and he scrunches up in reflex. His lips press into a thin line, barely hiding the tremble. “You begged me to touch you like a common whore- you will respect me. And if you truly want me to fuck you, you will beg again.” 

There’s silence for a moment throughout the room. It’s still aside from the labored breaths, the baby rattle of his chest. Then, slowly, you can see his tongue poke into his cheek and confusion gathers in your mind until-

Lucio snorts and spits onto the beak of your mask. “Fuck you.” 

Slowly, his viscous saliva slides down the bridge of your mask's nose, tinted with red specks and blood. You lean up, lips tugging into a scowl. With a quick movement, you swipe the spit off your mask and grab the Count by the face. Lucio winces, red eyes narrowing on you. “You insufferable little brat. You should be lucky I even touched you, not with your wife ignoring you up in this wing. Does she know you flirt with me? Does she know that you’re begging for scraps of attention like a dog? Does she care?” 

Meeting your steely gaze, tinted by the red lenses of your mask, something in Lucio changes. You’re his only hope in any affection, you’re his only chance to be loved again–no matter how cruel it starts. Something in Lucio breaks. 

“Give it to me.” He croaks, his nose hot and eyes wet. “I-I’ll take whatever- just love me, please.” …is what he doesn’t say. Instead, he swallows that pride of his and mutters a bitter ‘please’.

“Louder. I can’t hear you.” You demand, fingers pressing into his cheeks and squishing his face. His lips pucker embarrassingly. “Please.” Lucio repeats, louder and rough. Seemingly satisfied, you let go of his face and pat his cheek like rewarding a dog. “Now was that so hard? Someone should have taught you manners.” You knock his legs off your hips and return to your bag, rummaging for the vaseline you put back too soon. “I ought to put that mouth of yours to work, keep you quiet, but I don’t trust you not to bite.”

Lucio scowls, yet his heart quickens again as you unscrew the jar and scoop out a glob of viscous goop. “Wanna try your luck?” He slurs instead, tapping his teeth together as punctuation.

With your cleaner hand, you knock his legs back together and grab under the knees, pushing them up to his chest. He makes a gurgled sound of surprise, semi hard dick still hanging between the gap of his thighs. “I’d rather pull the stick out of your ass.” You grin a sarcastic grin, not that he can see it anyway. Lucio rolls his eyes, although short lived as they shoot open with the first prod of your fingers. 

“Shit!” He yelps. “Couldn’t have made it warmer?” His toes curl in his socks, clenching up at the feeling of cold lubricant against his skin.

“You’re awfully spoiled, do you know that?” You rub circles over his rim, slowly warming up until he’s stopped clenching up so tightly. He grumbles, though goes quiet when you push the first finger in. You look up quizzically and find his eyes have clenched tightly shut. 

“What is it now?” You ponder, finger sliding in and out, in and out, repetitively until he’s relaxed more and more. “Milord.” You call, crooking your finger up and-

“FUCK!”

The shout takes you off guard, and you almost pull your finger out until you see the tip of his dick wet and sticky with pre. “Oh?” You hum, bringing your finger in position again to rub at the gland inside. Lucio nearly chokes, dick twitching again in front of you. “Oh what a shame, it must have been so long since someone has touched you here, hasn’t it? If you’re giving me a reaction like that.”

“Shu-uuuoh-“ pre is steadily dripping from his slit, much more liquid than before as it pools on his balls and taint. “Ughn- j-just fu-huuuh-“ his eyes roll, heat pooling in every part of his body with each forceful press against his prostate, milking yet another glob of pre from his cock. “Fuck me alreadyyy,” 

You tut, pulling your finger out and slathering more vaseline on. “Just a finger in and you’re already whoring yourself out- oh, my mistake, you already did that already.” You slide two fingers in, watching as Lucio’s rim widens and sucks in your digits. He can’t find himself to come up with a witty reply, too caught up in his own pleasure to comprehend half of what you’re saying.

More and more he loosens, weakly fluttering around your fingers with each pump. Three fingers in, and his pre- or at this point just cum- has dripped down onto your knuckles and coated his back end. “Filthy old man, you’re leaking all over my hand.” 

Lucio guffaws. “Old?!” He babbles out his disdain for the adjective quite nasally.

You push three fingers up firmly against his abused prostate, grab his balls in your other fist, and squeeze.

“FU-HUUH-“ 

It’s almost as if the cum has been squeezed out of him, forceful sprays of the liquid splattering across your beaked mask. You flinch at the splatter, yet give his balls one more firm squish and twist before letting the flesh go, watching his dick fall limp between his thighs. 

“Do you still want me to fuck you, Milord? Are you still craving my touch?” You slide your fingers out of his ass with a wet squelch, wiping your gloved hand in his thigh. 

Lucio stares at the ceiling for a moment, vision spinning and chest heaving. He’s sore already in the groin, yet he wants more. You’ve given him a taste and now he’s starving; you’ve shown him your cruelty tonight, and he can only imagine how else you’ll beat him down. “Yes-“ he swallows, leaning up on his elbows to get a good look at you. 

He nearly falls back again at the sight. That horrific mask that he hates so much, splattered with his own semen. It fills him with an odd feeling, one of both arousal and discomfort. That mask plagued him- literally, and now seeing it tainted, seeing it in a new light, it makes his chest tighten and privates throb. He…likes this mask, when it’s on you. And that thought both scares and excites him at the same time. 

“You’ve gotten me messy,” you rise, meeting him face to mask and caging him in. “And you’re going to clean it. Go on, lick it clean like the mutt you are.” 

Lucio grimaces, staring at his own reflection in the big red glass eyes of your mask. And then, somewhat to your own surprise, he sticks his tongue out and timidly laps at the end of your beak. You lean down a little further, the tip of the leather beak pressing against his lips. 

The sickly blonde turns his head to the side of your mask, licking a stripe against the cool leather, cleaning his own semen from the material. He groans, sloppily licking the rest of the sticky mess off your mask with enthusiasm unfit for his previous behavior. You can only suppose it’s his not so secret desire to be humiliated.

His eyes have glazed over a bit, his licking leading back to the beak of your mask, his lips parting further like he wants to try and take it in his mouth. You chuckle and give his cheek a rough pat. “You’re that eager to have your mouth filled, huh?” 

Lucio straightens up in a sense, embarrassment crossing his face. “I- Shut up!” 

A type of wolfish grin stretches your lips and you stand straight, re-spreading his legs and unbuckling your belt. The count licks his lips. “Fucking finally,” 

“Don’t get so cocky, milord, with how desperate you’re acting it might be too much.” You unbutton the front of your trousers and pull your cock through the hole, heavy and aching in your gloved hand. “Don’t tell me what I can and can’t handle.” He seethes, yet angels his hips for you as you press the head of your cock against his stretched rim. You push into him without any further warning, easing into his lube-soaked hole with a low groan. 

Lucio’s jaw falls slack, a strangled and aborted sound coming from the back of his throat. 

“Is this what you wanted? Is this what you needed, milord?” You punctuate with a quick snap of your hips, forcing the rest of your dick into him. He gurgles, hands coming up to his mouth as a heavy coughing fit tears through his chest.

“Yes,” he croaks when the coughing subsides, the convulsion making him clench tightly around you. “Fuck, I needed it, so bad,” 

You brace your hand against his skinny stomach, slowly pulling out and pushing back in at your own pace. Lucio groans in protest, complaining about the speed and making half-thought jabs. “All, all that talk,” he laughs breathlessly, though his eyelids flutter and he chokes on a whine when you bottom back out. “Can’t e-even fu-“

You roll your eyes, pull out, and snap your hips back in.

“Fuck!” His own cry punctuates your thrust, his head knocking back against the bed. 

You build a quicker pace, fucking into him roughly and without care. Right now, he’s your plaything. 

The rhythmic slapping grows louder and louder, blended with pitiful moans and cries, vulgar and desperate. Lucio’s face screws into one of brutal pleasure, his teeth grit and eyes screwed shut; all framed with the brightest cherry blush, only partly from his sickly hue. 

You tear your gaze from his face, trailing down his frail chest and stomach and-

“…you’re not hard.” 

You slow and grab his limp cock in your hand, roughly pumping it. “You’re all limp, Milord.” 

His eyes shoot open, something like fear and humiliation flashing in his red eyes. “D-don’t,”

“Don’t what?” You dig your thumb into his slit. His dick gives a twitch but ultimately remains soft and useless. “It’s not my fault your dick is broken.” 

Lucio snarls, though it holds no true malice. You slide your hands under his knees and push them up by his chest, picking up the pace again. His head rolls, hand reaching out to paw at your chest, fingers hooking on your light colored uniform. His flaccid dick slaps against his belly with each push of your hips, and the forceful press jolts him up against the bed almost violently.

“You truly are useless,” you spit, hips slapping against his, heart hammering in your chest. Lucio gasps and heaves, his sickly pale skin flushed red and sweaty. His sunken eyes are tear-filled, dampening his lashes and sliding over his cheekbones. “All you’re good for is warming my cock.” 

To your surprise, Lucio hiccups and nods, weakly holding onto the bunched fabric of your shirt. In that moment, you realize just how weak Lucio is; how frail his body is, and how easy it would be to break him. 

“You stopped,” he croaks, weakly punching your chest. “Duh-don’t be such a pussy,”

Ah. Maybe he doesn’t need too much tenderness after all. 

You forgo your hold under his knees to grab his thin hips instead, squeezing tight enough to leave a violet bruise in your wake. “I thought maybe I should have granted you a little softness—but it seems that was wrong of me.” Your hips snap forward almost brutally, and the leverage that your grip on his hips gives you is similar to fucking him as if he was but a toy. You watch his eyes roll, jaw falling slack as a moan not unlike a strangled bird tears from his raw throat. “What, hah, would everyone think,” you begin, curling your fingers into the skin of his hips and belly, thumbs hooking into his hip bones. Lucio hisses at the ache. 

“Knowing if you were fucked by a common person, a nobody, according to you.” He clenches at the thought, forming a vice around your throbbing cock. Hot pleasure seethes through your veins, and it seems if anything, The Count truly is just good for a fuck. 

With each taunt, each rough thrust, your fingers press deeper into his skin, until you can feel a faint and lingering heartbeat under your fingertips. Your hands slide over his stomach, and a high-pitched cry tears from his throat, the look of pure shock laid across his face. Confusion gathers in you until you look down and see that limp, useless cock of his leaking hot piss over his taut stomach. It only hits you then that you had dug your fingers right into his bladder, practically squeezing it out of him–but he doesn't need to know that. 

You guffaw instead, watching the last spurts of his yellow steam taper off and drip down the side of his stomach, pooling under him. 

“Oh my gods- I had never taken you for a bedwetter, milord.” Lucio flinches at the humiliation…and yet his legs curl around your hips, limp dick still slapping against his now wet belly. 

“Should I inform the other doctors and tell them that their count is incontinent? That their count is no better than a bedwetting child?” 

“M’not a- uhng, hn!”

You strike his prostate and a small glob of fluid leaks from his piss wet dick. “Oh?” You cock your head to the side in thought. “Was that supposed to be you trying to cum?” Lucio’s face is a steady red, his teeth grit and brows furrowed. Your balls slap against his ass, the coiling knot in your stomach gathering tighter. Lucio babbles something about how you shouldn't talk about him like that, that he could make you pay–all the while moaning like a cheap whore. 

And at some point, the tightness in your gut grows too tight, too intense. You knock his legs off your hips, pulling out to Lucio’s disgruntlement–and finishing on his stomach. Your cum splatters against the sticky urine already coating his stomach, almost mixing together in a disgusting concoction of a night of bad decisions. 

“Asshole,” Lucio gasps, head falling back against the bed. “Shoulda’ came inside,” he bemoans. You roll your eyes, dragging your gloved fingers through the puddle of cum and piss on his stomach. “Oh, shut up.” You shove your messy fingers in his mouth unceremoniously. Lucio looks at you almost pitifully, but slurps up the fluids off your fingers almost too eagerly. You pull your fingers out of his mouth, and to your surprise, he keeps his mouth open in wait. With a shrug of your shoulders, you keep feeding him until the mess on his stomach is almost completely gone and his eyes are starting to droop with exhaustion. 

You pull away, stepping into your own space to tuck yourself back in your pants before grabbing a spare cloth from your bag and wiping the rest of the sticky mess from his stomach. Lucio leans up on his elbows, watching you almost cautiously, like he hadn't expected this. “I…I hope this satisfied you like you had wanted.” You find yourself murmuring, wiping the lube and sweat from his thighs and ass before putting his underwear and pants back on him. “It did.” He grins lopsidedly, breathing out a comforting sigh as you help him sit up.

“We should do it again next time, how bout’ that?”

You pull the damp sheets off his bed, taking care to slide them out easily from under him. “I don’t quite know about that.”

Lucio pouts, crossing his arms. “I’ll see you again at least, right?” He grumpily lifts his arms as you pull his shirt back over his head. 

“Of course, this is my job.” You pack your bag again and pause, reaching out to push Lucio’s hair back. He leans into it near desperately, choking down a whimper when you pull your hand away. “I’ll send someone to get you fresh linens and garments.” 

“Do you…” he trails off as you approach the large door. “Do you like me?”

The question takes you off guard, and the look on his face is heartwrenching. You open your mouth and then stop. This is the man who sentenced those down on their luck to the bloody arena. This is the man who partied while his people died of the plague. Do you like him?

“...Goodnight, milord.”

The door closes behind you with a soft thump, and Lucio is left alone again. 

[puppymammon]

nsfw//gn reader//afab satan//petplay & breeding

“When I said… I wanted to do this… I wanted… you to be the one to dress as a cat.” You watched as Satan quietly fumed in his chair, gripping the edge of his skirt angrily.

You sat on his bed, amused. “You put it on, Satan. Drop the act already.”

Satan’s face steadily grew red. He held up a hand to cover his face from your view. “….”

“C’mere,” you said, making a little noise with your tongue as if he were a real cat. He shot you a look but rose from his seat regardless.

He went to sit on your two legs, onto your lap, but you slid the left one away right in time so he was left straddling your right.

You took a hand up to fiddle with the bell on his collar, staring into his eyes as you heard his shaky breaths. You slid two fingers under the lace and abruptly pulled, causing him to slide forward. He let out a gasp, his back straightening up.

He closed his eyes, breaths getting louder as he allowed himself to start to gently grind down onto your lap. “Is that enough for you, kitten? Or would you rather use my mouth instead?”

Satan let out a strangled noise and rose a hand to cover his mouth.

“Aw, does my kitty want his pretty little pussy licked?” You peered down at Satan, watching as he tried to grind against your thigh harder.

“Please!” he gasped out, weakly reaching out for your forearm. “Oh, please!” Your thigh clearly wasn’t quite enough for him, his hips coming down rougher and rougher as time went on.

“Hm… or would you like to breed me? Or do you want to be the one bred?” You raised your thigh, watching in delight when he let out a choked noise.

“I want… I want anything. Anything you’ll give me.”

[flappingdragon]

Lucifer and Demon!M!MC with Sensitive Horns

A/N: Been a hot minute and I’ve been itching to do this one for a while now. I like this idea and the fact that MC’s horns are sensitive 🤭 I’m also still a sucker for a dominant male MC so expect to see a lot more of those in the future from this blog

Tags: NSFT/NSFW, Bottom Lucifer & Power Bottom Lucifer, love handles, Demon MC, sensitive horns, male MC/AMAB reader, making out, riding, office sex, overstimulation

The first time Lucifer saw your demon form, he was… smitten

The first time was when you were hammering him into your bed

Your got so lost in the pleasure that you didn’t even notice

The next moment you feel hands

On your horns

And you’re gone

You cum inside him with a guttural growl

You bite his shoulder with such force you make him bleed

Afterwards, when you pulled out, you two had a big conversation about your… demon form

“Since when did you have a demon form?”

“Kept it hidden. Gets in the way and causes unwanted attention.”

Lucifer nodded but his heart was hammering in his chest

Later that day, he suggests an idea to bring to the bedroom

“You want to hold on horns as we…”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I want.”

The second time he sees your demon form, he’s sitting in your lap, ass clenching on your cock

He’s holding your horns as he bounces hard on you

The amount of pressure he squeezes your horns with makes your eyes roll to the back of your head and your hands grip his hips in a death grip

He roughly kisses you and you’re both moaning in the kiss, unable to stop the sounds of your pleasure

“Fuck. I’m—ugh—close, Luci. So fucking close.”

And he’ll start bouncing faster and before you know it, you’re filling him up

But you know it’s not going to be the last once you notice Lucifer doesn’t stop to let you finish

He overstimulates you until you’re cumming again

The cycle repeats until he’s milked you dry

You made sure to make a mental note:

Don’t let Lucifer grab your horns unless it’s for a special occasion

A/N: This one’s a bit shorter than I originally anticipated but I hope you liked it anyway. I’ll be making more Demon MC stuff in the future. I’ll also be making more SFW HC’s and fanfics, too. Running out of NSFW ideas unfortunately 😅

This post was inspired by @avatar0fpr1de ‘s post HERE.

P.S. I know I kinda used this prompt without asking but I hope you can forgive me 😭

[koumine]

consider this: mc convinces Lucifer to watch the devildom equivalent of jeopardy with them, and obviously Lucifer probably knows all the answers BUT mc makes their own game out of it. Lucifer has to answer every question while mc is pleasuring him in some way, and it's basically just a game of how long he can last before his brain melts and the show is forgotten entirely. Also there's the question of is there a reward for getting it right, or a punishment for getting it wrong? Normally if someone liked the punishment, it would just be incentive to get them wrong, but we're talking about the avatar of pride, ain't no way he's doing that.

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content tags for below: dom!top!MC x sub!bottom!Lucifer, GN race neutral MC, cockwarming, teasing, spanking, mild humiliation.

Consider: both rewards AND punishments. >:3 Hear me out.

MC gets Lucifer to cockwarm them. He has to stay put and sit patiently in their lap while trying not to be too distracted by how good he feels having their cock inside him.

Whenever Lucifer gets an answer correct, MC rewards him with a nice little thrust or two, maybe a stroke of his cock as well.

And at first Lucifer gets everything correct, of course. One promptly given, confident, correct answer after another; almost entirely keeping his composure, other than when MC thrusts up into him and he quietly moans. But that composure can't last forever.

Eventually, Lucifer starts taking too long to answer, too distracted by thinking about how much he wishes MC would let him ride them properly, and oh dear, oh no, now MC has to punish him. >:3 A sharp spank will suffice, hard enough to make him jolt in their lap, to make him gasp, to distract him even more with pain layered over pleasure.

He'll try to focus again, but no matter how hard he tries, he'll start not only answering too slowly, but actually getting answers wrong. No, he can do better, he is better, he ---

He moans as MC spanks him again, shivering as the overlapping spank marks on his ass burn with delicious pain. Misses the next Devil in Jeopardy prompt entirely as a throb of vague humiliation at his failures moves through him, and he curls in to press his face against MC's shoulder. Tries one more time to listen for the next prompt, but MC spanks him twice just because they can, and finally his brain melts into pure pleasure and pain and he loses track of the game entirely.

[alien-writes]

Calling the Obey Me boys Baby Girl in front of the others

For context you call him this behind closed doors but not around others, then one day during dinner (with the dateables joining in their scenarios) you finally slip up.

Looking directly at him you forget your company and say, “Hey, Baby girl-…uh”

✰ Lucifer

Everyone is silent as the brothers look at each other to confirm they heard it too

They all look to you and Lucifer too shocked to react 

The sigh he lets out is so tired and just done like he stayed up till 4am working on an assignment and it got deleted so he has to redo it all, just that level of tired despair

He stands up and tells you to meet him in his study to talk 

If it was purely accidental and you feel bad he will still ask you to meet him in his study to talk but more to get you both away from his brothers until things can die down

Once you both leave all hell breaks loose

If Diavolo was there or finds out and comments on it, Lucifer will lock himself in his study

Mammon tries to bring it up and ended up losing Goldie again along with a punishment that warned him and everyone else to never speak of the nickname again

Might take a couple days before you can call him that without him shuttering from the memory

✰ Mammon

To be fair no one respects him any less since they never respected him in the first place

His tsundere and bad lying is in full swing

“Wa-what that's a dumb thing to say since I am the great Mammon who would never like to be called some stupid name, like who would even enjoy that! I am a dominant, manly demon who is no one's Baby Girl! Ju-just stop looking at me like that” 

Asmo has to step in to shut down his toxic mindset even if he was lying so the dinner soon becomes a lecture on how being submissive and enjoying pleasure doesn't make you ‘less of a man’

Mammon is even more embarrassed now but at least he isn’t alone in the embarrassment and honestly even though he already knew this hearing it made him feel a little less bad

Good news after Asmo’s lesson everyone feels awkward so no one brings it up again 

Besides Asmo that is but he senses that mammon still feels shame and tries to cheer him up in his own way which often makes him blush and stammer but feel a bit better 

Overall he feels mortified but surprisingly more confident in himself and less shame in enjoying the title 

✰ Levi

Red faced and looking at his lap to avoid everyone’s eyes on him he mumbles “y-yes..?”

Everyone's a little taken aback but once they got over the initial shock they honestly aren’t that surprised

Despite this Levi is mortified and can barely make it through the rest of the meal before hiding in his room

Congrats, you killed him

It takes a couple weeks before he can look his brothers in the eye and survive dinner without running out of the dinner room

When you call him baby girl after this he will become more flustered than normal which you thought wasn’t possible, but he still really enjoys the nickname

A good way to help him recover faster is to light heartedly joke about it like saying if it would help he can ‘accidentally’ call you your title or say that it's true that he’s your baby girl 

He will squirm and blush but smile and feel more confident in your relationship

✰ Satan

Refuses to acknowledge what you said, doesn’t look up or even react, one could even believe he didn’t hear you if he wasn’t aggressively blushing

Mammon questioningly repeats it to confirm what happened only to shut up after Satan's piercing glare that makes everyone drop it, even if he is red faced

Asmo doesn’t get the hint or does and ignores it so he can continue teasing his big bro 

He tries to hold back but after Asmo calls him baby girl one too many times he will have you hold his book because he is gonna be one of 6 when he is done

You're the only one who can stop him if you want to that is, makes him feel a bit better if he can beat up one of devildom’s most powerful demons he can deal with some good natured teasing

Still to help him get over the incident give him some one on one time including reading, head pets, and lots of pet names so he associates the name with your relationship instead of the dinner

✰ Asmo

“Yes Daddy/Dommy/Master/(whatever title you use)”

If you thought he would be embarrassed then you clearly don’t know Asmo

Enjoys the others reactions which is a healthy mix of blushing, awkward looks, amused smirks, annoyance, and genuine fear

Most are caught off guard by the sudden nickname but honestly no one is surprised and lucifer is thankful that you didn’t call him something worse

It is impossible for the others to tease him because he just plays along if they call him it or lectures them on how pleasure shouldn't be a source of shame as long as its safe, sane, and consensual

Everyone drops it after the lecture because they agree and while its an important talk they didn’t want it to be from their brother (especially if he is their little brother)

Starts referring to himself as your Baby Girl and sees this as permission to call you whatever title you use no matter who’s around

Honestly he only held back because he didn’t want to expose you/make you uncomfortable but now that it is out he shamelessly owns it 

Up to you if you tell him to stop or join in the fun either way Asmo will follow your lead

✰ Beel

Blushes lightly and is surprised but bashfully smiles and asks what you needed

He isn’t embarrassed and he just looks so happy and pure that no one has the heart to tease him for this

Asmo will enthusiastically talk about it with you two but he isn't trying to tease just happy to talk about something he is passionate about and you all have in common

If you try to apologize he will stop you since it was an accident and no harm done

One of his brothers might make a comment on how it's weird that he is the one being called baby girl because he is so strong and big but he just looks at them confused and they drop it

Beel doesn't have time for toxic masculinity he is too busy spending time with you

✰ Belphie

He is just as confused and disturbed as everyone else

Sure he enjoys being called it and he isn’t even embarrassed just extremely taken aback and has to confirm that you said that and no he isn't asleep

Refuses to respond until you correct yourself 

He honestly doesn't care he just prefers to keep this stuff between you two but it was an accident and it's not like he cares what his brothers think

Enjoys Lucifers reaction though so that alone makes up for any mild discomfort or teasing

Speaking of teasing his brothers try but he doesn’t care and just shrugs and agrees 

Mammon was making fun of him for it and Belphie just smirked and asked if he was jealous which ended up with the older brother running away red faced and having an identity crisis

✰ Diavolo

“Yes darling?”

Lucifer just sighs and walks out of the room

Isn’t remotely embarrassed, at most he is a bit bashful because he wasn’t prepared 

He takes pride in his role to you so just smiles and lets out a hearty laugh at your slip up

Genuinely confused by everyone’s extreme reactions and either you or Barbatoes has to explain to him that yeah it's normal and good but not what people expect to hear a human call the King of the Devildom over a ‘family’ dinner 

If anyone tries to joke about what happened he will not get it and soon people just drop it

He isn't dumb or dense just confident in himself and your relationship so it's impossible to tease someone who agrees 

✰ Barbatoes

He freezes with everyone else and stays frozen the longest

Once his brain starts working he acts like nothing happened but his blush tells the truth

Most are smart enough to not tease him with the only exceptions being Asmo and Diavolo 

A dark glare and a joyless smile sends a clear message to get Asmo to stop but he can’t find it in himself to tell Diavolo that he would prefer if he stops bringing it up 

You have to step in because Barbatoes won't and Dia won't take the hint but once you explain he feels bad and apologizes although that just makes the butler more embarrassed 

Might bury himself in his work for the next few days until the humiliation wears off

Give him lots of cuddles and comfort in private because he isn’t used to embarrassment or mistakes 

It’s not that he is ashamed of your relationship he just is a very private person especially when it comes to his more intimate side 

✰ Simeon

Is a mess in the moment 

Very blushy and embarrassed since it's not very angel-like of him

Refuses to make eye contact with anyone during the meal including you but for different reasons

However by the next day he is back to normal 

He still with blush if anyone brings it up but he just clears his throat and changes the subject

Mainly flustered at others knowing something so privet than any social stigma or teasing

Honestly he takes everything in stride and moves on quickly and gracefully until Luke asks why you called him baby girl

Sends Luke away red faced and throws a bible at whoever shared what happened with the younger angel (it was Asmo)

After that you will have to stop calling him it for a while because anytime he hears the nickname all he sees is Luke’s innocent face 

✰ Solomon

“Baby girl? Didn’t think you would be so bold to call me that in public but I won’t stop you”

He blushes faintly but doesn’t care a lot since what's done is done and he isn't ashamed

Honestly he might be the one comforting you if you get embarrassed easily

Although a consequence is you both have to deal with Asmo calling Solomon baby girl now

feel too bad he will use this as an excuse to get his way

“Please do it for your Baby girl, after all, you need to earn back my trust”

He doesn't actually feel betrayed he just enjoys being a jerk

It’s impossible for others to tease him because he isn't embarrassed

✰ Luke (Bonus)

“Hey, Kiddo/Lil bro-...uh”

Secretly likes it but not in front of demons who already see him as a child

He turns red and struggles through the rest of the meal

If anyone (except for maybe Barbados or Simeon) comments on it he will storm out

Might act angry at you but he isn’t really mad just embarrassed

A good way to cheer him up is to say to him and the others that since Luke is your son/little brother they have to have his approval to date (or befriend if platonic)

He abuses this power and starts acting like your dad in a way 

“I don’t like him but if he makes you happy I’ll allow it but he must bring you back before 9 and if I think he is bad news I will show him no mercy”

Yeah might have screwed yourself over a bit with this one but hey at least Luke is having fun

[captainai-47]

Ever thought about how handy a strong gf is to carry your drunk ass to bed?

Drunk Luci is literally just so—*sobs*

[tarantulasnot]

☆ A continuation of my thirst ☆

Lucifer was simply too pretty. Even when he got overworked with his stressful job serving the prince of the devildom, he was pretty. Those eyebags were something that only he could pull off so majestically. However, you, as the attendant, had your own duty. To keep the brothers doing their best.

Lucifer can't do that if he's under so much stress now can he?

It all starts with a knock on his office door. "Lucifer," you call to him through the separation, waiting for some kind of reply. Unfortunately, you only get a sad grunt to ease your worries. With cautious steps, you slip inside of his office, noticing the stacks of paperwork surrounding him. "Oh dear, what are they doing to you?" You ask when you approach him. His hair's a mess, and his eyes speak volumes for his restlessness. "Nothing, my love." The eldest slips his glasses off to rub the bridge of his nose, "I'm just doing my job."

Your eyebrows furrow in concern, and you slip into his lap. "Have you taken any breaks at least?" Gentle hands go to the side of his face to make him look at you, but it's clear what the answer is when he avoids your gaze. "You haven't taken one at all have you? You know that's not good for you."

Lucifer is quick to dismiss your doting. With a sigh, he raises his hands to grasp your hips, "I'm sorry," He mutters, pressing a kiss to your lips. It works almost every time when he kisses you so lovingly. His own little tactic to make you falter and give in to his wishes.

It won't work this time though.

As soon as his lips touch yours, a hand goes to the back of his head to keep him close to you. Lucifer gasps at the sudden movement, but he's equally as quick to melt into your touch.

Just like that... in an instant, his tactic is used against him.

Gloved hands grip your hips a little tighter as you deepen the kiss. Your teeth nip at his bottom lip, and as if on reflex, he willingly pops it open, letting your tongue slip over his and push it inside. The way he whimpers against the wet muscle gliding over his own is enough to have you starting to drip through your panties. Sadly, you have to pull away because of a cockblocker called oxygen. "I think now's a good time to take a break, yes?"

And oh, how divine Lucifer looks. He's always been rather submissive. Yet now? His chest is heaving with aroused breath, lips pulled between his teeth, all plump and shiny from your combined saliva. You can feel him already hardening beneath your thighs.

"I'll take that as a yes, then?" There was no reason for you to ask that question. You already knew the answer. And as if he needed to make it more clear, he squeezes your thighs again so he can hump his growing arousal against you. The action alone has him squealing, unable to control himself as he ruts against you, sliding your hips over the seam of his slacks.

"Oh you can't help yourself can you darling?"

Normally, he would be telling you off about saying something so vulgar. But now, he digs his face into your shoulder, stifling his moans as he humps you like some kind of desperate mutt.

"Please..." He whimpers, crying out when you start moving your hips along with him. His hands start shaking, and he thrusts upwards with more vigor. Applying more pressure with every time you come over the peak of his tent, his quiet whimpers turn into cries, pleading with you. "Please, please -" He whines as you grab his hair and pull it backward, his hips stuttering at the pain. Gorgeous ruby eyes squeezing shut with as you lick the shell of his ear. "You need to use your words, Luci."

In that same sentence, you slide your other hand over his chest to play with the nipples already poking through his shirt. As soon as your fingers find them, he begs high in his throat. "Oh! Fuck- just like that... please!" His eyes start watering when your pads pinch and tug on his poor bud through his shirt. "Touch me- please..."

"Oh, but aren't I already touching you?" Those lips of yours kiss his jaw, down his neck as you start to get on your knees. "Or does my boy want something more?"

"Yes, I- ohh f-fuck!" The way your hand suddenly comes down to press the heel of your palm against his boner elicits a squeak from him. The pressure hurts a little, but God if it didnt hurt so damn good. "Something like this, maybe?"

He nods, "More than that please," Gloved hands move from your hips to the armrests, his hips continuing to push against your hips. "Please-"

Suddenly, you hear a knock at the door and a booming voice call out to Lucifer. "May I come in? I have something to discuss with you."

(I know it's mid so far it gets better here 😭)

Quickly, you get him properly adjusted from the waist up, quickly ducking under the desk. Lucifer looks from you, to the dark spot forming in his pants, back to the door. "Let him in." You whisper.

And in that moment Lucifer knew he was done for. Yet even so, in his most composed voice he answers, "Yes, come in Diavolo."

From under the desk you have full access to his cock, it's twitching under his pants as Diavolo steps inside, and you wonder if this is doing something for him. The risk of getting caught?

Diavolo takes a seat across from Lucifer, and he can smell you. He can sense you under that flimsy desk and he lives for it. "So, I wanted to bring up a proposition about the future of RAD." The prince devours the sight of Lucifer so nervously darting his eyes down every now and then, his elbows supporting his weight, and the fingers interlocked to hold his chin shaking.

With Diavolo's words, you kiss Lucifer's bulge, gently running your tongue over the zipper. Your hands run up and down his thighs, watching how his breath hitches as he tries to hide his reactions. But it's to no avail.

Lucifer can feel Diavolo's eyes peering into him, and maybe it's the way your hands are dangerously close to his raging boner, or maybe it's the way the prince's eyes are giving him a knowing look that drives him insane, but with every passing second, the Lord's words become less and less tangible. Lucifer wants to beg you to stop, but he knows better than to do it in front of a soon to be king, which he is still hoping against hope doesn't realize what's happening.

Or maybe, he doesn't want you to stop at all.

Your hands undo his zipper and you pull down his pants and boxers just enough to let him spring free. Already, you spit in your hand to lube up the palm so it doesn't chafe him.

It takes everything in Diavolo not to lose his shit the minute he smells Lucifer's arousal waft through the air, your own drifting with him. His legs have to cross, so his erection won't be too obvious. Yet he can practically feel the need you two are sharing under his skin.

Lucifer is trembling. After such a long time of no contact, your hand on him feels like heaven, and he thinks he's going to go insane. Then, he feels your mouth wrap around his tip, suckling him while you stroke him faster. "hmngh- Oohh~!" Lucifer has to cough after letting out such a sound, but even then, it's a dominoe effect. One moan leads to so many more until he can't help it. His legs tremble as you start sucking him down all the way and he can't help the moans that escape him. Completely disregarding Diavolo's presence as he bucks into your throat. He practically wails as you play with his balls, gently fondling them and lifting them upwards.

You pull off his cock, stroking him fast and pulling one of his sacks into your mouth. "Such a slutty dick you have." Your finger taps the slit of his cock, relishing in the way his pre cum sticks to your digit. "It's practically drooling for me. Or maybe it's drooling for Diavolo?"

At first, the man was amused by Lucifer's sudden desperation, but as soon as those words leave your mouth, you see his legs in front of you, sitting on Lucifer's desk as he presses his lips to his.

His big hands take up half of Lucifer's face and he brings one of the fallen angel's hands down to brush against his erection, and immediately Lucifer's eyes roll back. "Mmngh! Mnf-!" He whines into Diavolo's mouth, palming the Lord's arousal and humping against your hand.

"He likes having his nipples played with." And Diavolo swallows this information like a parched man. You take Lucifer back in your mouth as Diavolo practically tears through the poor man's shirt and pushes his tongue further into Lucifer's mouth.

And God it's making him lose his mind. Your mouth absolutely swallowing his dick down to the base and Diavolo's bug calloused hands teasing and twisting his nipples while the Lord's tongue bullies its way down his throat has him dizzy. "More..." He whines through the kiss, fumbling to bring down Diavolo's pants. He gets it eventually and the sheer size has Lucifer going insane. "I need it- I'm gonna..." He separates from the kiss, leaning down to start sucking on Diavolo's cock, licking a stripe up the side and slobbering on it like a whore.

"The poor boy can't think about anything but your cock Diavolo." You coo, and you hear Diavolo growl deep in his throat at your words, petting Lucifer's hair. "You should see how much he's leaking into my mouth, I bet he wants your cock to split his pretty throat open, don't you baby?" You slap his thigh, continuing to suck him all the way to the base, and at the same time Diavolo pushes Lucifer's head down to bully his way into the desperate demon's throat. and the keen the poor man let's out is absolutely heavenly. Immediately, cum spurts out of Lucifer's tip, he's crying on Diavolo's cock when you don't stop. Ruby eyes meet gold ones as he continues to stretch his jaw around the girth of the Lord.

"Fuck, so pretty taking my cock like this..." Diavolo can't help but brush the hair out of Lucifer's face.

I got lazy oopsies

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