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apollo1three · 5 months

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obey me writing from @Oikasenpai

i'm so glad i held onto her writing! it's so good, and while it's a shame that she deactivated - as long as things are better for her than on tumblr, that's all that matters. my darling will be missed :,)

THIS IS NOT MY WORK, this is archived work from a deactivated tumblr account that i held onto because i thought the writing was amazing.

UPDATE: GUYSSS SHE'S BACKKKKKK !! go follow the queen yue herself at @zhonglism !!! quick, before i come after u :)

minors dni

cw: contains smut (all)

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Mammon x f!reader

syn: one orgasm is never enough for mammon , he’s greedy for it. well, he’s the avatar of greed after all. he lives up to the name of course, proudly so. ── cw: nsfw (mdni), smut, unprotected sex, creampie, implied multiple orgasms (f & m), overstimulation, pet names (sweetheart, treasure, darling), not proofread.

“ma—ah fuck..! m-mammon, can’t—ngh!” “aah shit..! just one more f’me, my sweetheart.” mammon let out a heated gasp, his rosy lips parted before burying his face in the junction of your neck—soft breaths ghosting over the sensitive skin of your sweaty neck. your vision was met with his snowy strands that your fingers dug into, occasionally tugging at the roots, earning groans from mammon as he ploughs into your cunt.

‘just one more’ you knew that was nothing but a blatant lie, especially coming from the greediest demon himself—it was never just one more when it came to sex, sometimes mammon would go to the extent where both of you were as overstimulated as you could get; silent screams as pleasure took over your bodies, the coil deep in your stomach snapping oh so deliciously that it’s almost painful, and his balls emptying the last bit of load he has after all the rounds.

your head spun, the corners of your teary vision slowly filled with dark spots that disappeared as quickly as they formed. you’ve already came twice around his cock, and you’ve lost count of how many times mammon brought you to your orgasm with his tongue and fingers, so your body was already sensitive to any kind of touch. you could feel your legs trembling as mammon pushed and pulled his hard cock over and over again, the way your walls clamped around his shaft, allowing you to feel every ridge of it. it was sticky, damp, and stuffy. the mixture of your’s and his cum dripped out of your sopping cunt and down to the mattress, creating loud, wet noises that bounced around the walls of his room. mammon’s heavy balls slapped against your sweaty skin, making a sticky mess down where the two of you connected.

his king-sized bed squeaked with each desperate thrust of his hips, the headboard repeatedly hitting the wall as if it was locked in a rhythmic curse. thud. thud. thud. mammon was sure his brothers could hear the deafening thuds of his headboard but he couldn’t care less. another strained groaned left his throat as you scratched your nails down his bare muscled back, your hands running through an evident bump on it—his wings were starting to come out. his horns were also becoming visible, the ebony spirals emerging from his snowy hair.

mammon growled as he felt himself shift into his demon form from the immense pleasure that washed over his whole body. he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, causing pleasurable pain to shoot up to your neck as his canines grew in size. “aah.. mammon..!” “haah! t-that’s it, my treasure.. moan for me.” mammon lifted his head from your neck, an evident deep crimson blush spread on his cheeks as he met your gaze—his pupils were blown with lust, eyes also teary from the never-ending pleasure. fuck, you could stare at his eyes all day; the way his blue irises faded into a golden yellow at the bottom, like the ocean meeting the citrine sky as the sun dips below the horizon.

before you could close your eyes shut from the way mammon’s blunt tip was repeatedly hitting your cervix, you noticed a faint flapping sound over the ringing of your ears—something slicing through the damp atmosphere of the room and blowing hot air. it didn’t take you long to notice the full-grown pair of wings on his back, flapping with every eager thrust of his hips—it’s bat-like structure proudly stretching out to reveal it’s entire length.

the white markings across his tanned torso were now evident too, mammon was in his full demon form. it was always like this with him whenever he reached overstimulation, the immense pleasure his body held was too much that it often resorted to him unintentionally transforming. his wings moved in synched with his hard thrusts, allowing him to pound harder and reach deeper into you. mammon threw his head back, a heated gasp leaving his lips as he felt your walls tighten around him. a small, desperate cry of your name hung in the thick air before he buried his face near your ear once again.

mammon let out shallow pants, incoherent sentences going straight to your left ear; he managed to stutter out a praise, his voice shaky, and breathless from all the fucking he’s doing. the sweet praise went straight to your cunt, and that was all it took for you reach yet another orgasm.

this time it was significantly more intense than the previous ones mammon had given you. your whole body trembled as the coil in the pit of your stomach snapped for the nth time that night, face contorting in raw bliss as your lips parted in a silent scream. mammon didn’t even have to look at your face to know what you looked like as you came, he’s got in engrained in his mind—the way your pretty eyes roll to the back of your head, swollen lips parted, brows tightly knitted together, and tears rolling down your warm cheeks.

the thought of your erotic expression brought mammon to another climax shortly after you. his muscles turned taut, wings stilling in a stretch as he sheathed his cock deep inside you before cumming. he moaned into your sweaty skin, a string of curses leaving his throat as waves of pleasure fully consumed him. the two of you fell into a unison, filling the room with nothing but lewd sounds as your bodies jolted from the after shocks of a mind blowing orgasm. mammon held you tight—his bare chest flush against your own—to keep himself grounded from the immense pleasure.

you didn’t know how he was still able to cum inside you with such volume, given how many times he’s orgasmed already—mammon filled your cunt to the brim, swearing under his breath as a squelching noise came from your cunt, his seed seeping out and dripping down to his balls and the mattress. he gave a few shallow thrusts to ride out both your orgasms before pulling out, a whine coming from you and mammon at the loss of contact—he watched as your hole dripped with his and your cum, biting down at his bottom lip. how filthy.

“i’m far from being done with you..” mammon breathlessly laughed as he saw your eyes fluttering shut. you opened your lids to see that he’s made his way down to the apex of your legs, where all the mess was. “mhm, i’m going to suck this out of you.” he gave an experimental lick at your sensitive cunt, causing you to instinctively attempt to close your legs. mammon held your legs apart and gave you a smirk before diving in—your hands flew to his spiralled horns, gripping them for your dear life as he shoved his tongue inside you.

“just can’t get enough of you, my darlin’..” mammon whispered against your skin. “mhm—aah! y’so greedy, m-mammon.” you moaned. he couldn’t help but snicker at your response, a sense of pride swelling in his chest at the choice of your words.

“now, i’d be worried if i wasn’t.”

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Satan x f!reader

Anon prompt (me!): innocently sucking on Satan's cock like it's your favourite lollipop while he's reading, one hand on his book and the other on stroking your head. "That's my good girl," he says, looking over at your little kitten licks (you can't fit him into your mouth) against the pulsing head before going back to reading. Out of nowhere, after a while, spurts of cum erupt, all the while you clean it all up with a smile on your face.

It is without a doubt that Satan’s favourite pastime is to have his nose stuck in a novel while he gets lost in between pages—the wonders of each inked word on the paper has the fourth born’s undivided attention but Satan enjoys his favourite pastime even more when you’re in between his legs, cock pulled from his pants, and your pillowy lips circling around it—hand pumping the rest of the shaft that couldn’t fit in your mouth. A pang of jealousy blossoms in your chest as your eyes scan his face only to see his emerald ones fixated on the pages before him—moving left to right, left to right, paragraph by paragraph, sentence by sentence. There was no hint of pleasure written on his handsome features; not even a bite of his bottom lip but an evident scarlet blush tinged his cheeks.

You grabbed his attention by moaning around the head of his cock, sending pleasurable vibrations down to his core. Tongue darting out to give kitten licks on his blunt angry tip, and teasing the sensitive slit that oozed with pre-cum. Excitement coursed through your veins as you watched Satan grip the novel in his hand a little tighter—a soft purr leaving your lips as the fourth-born’s free hand languidly strokes your head. You close your eyes as his emerald-painted nails weave through your locks and gently scrape your scalp; his name coming out in a whimper before taking his cock back in your mouth. “Mmm. . That’s my good girl.” Satan moves the novel from his face to hold your lustful gaze, pupils blown with carnal hunger. He tugs on your hair a bit to angle your face up to him before giving you a smug smile—thumb tracing your bottom lip and stroking your bulged cheek. Satan leaves his free hand tangled in your hair before going back to reading the novel before him but this time, he bites his lip, his chest heaves up and down, little grunts rumble from the back of his throat as you suck on his cock with such eagerness. Tongue desperately swirling around the tip, tracing a pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft.

The lewd sounds your mouth makes bounces from wall to wall, mixed with Satan’s soft grunts. The demon before you squirms in his seat, feeling like the velvet couch is about to swallow him whole as waves of pleasure washes over his taut body. Satan lets out a strained grunt, the hand in your hair tugging on your strands as he cums—thick white ribbons of his cum paint your mouth and throat. You moan around his cock as you feel his hot release, one hand trailing down to massage his balls. Satan drops the novel somewhere on the ground—he can pick that up later—to focus on you, one hand gripping the arm rest while the other gently scratches the back of your head and down to your nape as you eagerly swallow down his cum. A loud pop echoes throughout the room when you release his cock, a smile painted on your lips. He mutters a curse under his breath, mind spinning as he sees his cum dribble on the corner of your mouth so Satan does the next best thing: using his thumb to wipe the cum from your face and stick it past your lips. You look up at him with stars in your eyes, tongue keenly lapping up the digit. “So good for me.” He groans before pulling you on his lap, sealing the distance between your faces with a passionate kiss.

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Lucifer x f!reader

Anon prompt: Lucifer's big demon cock leaving an outline every time he thrusts into your poor, abused and weeping human pussy. A little part of him can't help but revel the fact that he's ruined you for any other cock, let alone that of a human.

Lucifer wants to close his eyes shut and relish the way your warm cunt feels around his bare cock; how it’s eagerly sucking him back in for more, more, more; how it’s making such lewd wet sounds every time his hips desperately buck into yours but Lucifer can’t. Lucifer can’t close them because his deep scarlet eyes are fixated on the visible outline on your stomach—the outline of his cock; appearing and disappearing every time he thrusts in and out. The size of it makes Lucifer’s head spin. You’re taking him so well.

Oh if you could only feel the sensation of pride swelling in his chest, the feeling of pure satisfaction blossoming between his ribcage but you don’t need to feel it because Lucifer is staring at your body like it held the stars—his crimson irises held nothing but carnal hunger. Lust. The corners of his lips were curled upwards while he moaned in pure bliss, rough pants in the shape of your name hung in the thick air. “Devilishly beautiful. . Oh, look at you all stretched out because of my cock.” Lucifer gently presses a palm against the imprint of his cock on your stomach which pulls a drawled out moan from you, hands immediately flying around his wrist to grip it.

“You take me so well. . Ruined you so good that no other cock would fill you up like this, hm? I bet no human would be able to.” “Mmm, that’s right because you’re all for me and myself only.” Lucifer’s voice is deep but laced with obvious amusement that it almost sounds scary—the way his voice shakes with pure delight like a madman; so drunk with the view before him, intoxicated by your body. He’s enjoying himself. You can’t even form a coherent sentence from how the tip of his cock kisses your cervix oh so deliciously. The sight before the prideful demon gets him going—he’s the only one who can make you feel like this.

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Satan x f!reader

─ prompt: satan, who whispers romantic love poems directly into your ear with his cock sheathed inside you, deep velvety voice sending shivers down your spine. it would be wholesome, really, if it wasn’t for the sound of loud skin slapping shamelessly bouncing off the walls; if it wasn’t for the tip of his cock angled just right, prodding at your sweet spot that makes you feel at one with the stars.

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height.” satan would confess to you with such tenderness, voice a little shaky but nonetheless, a dulcet tone—a daring contrast from the way his hips desperately rut into your own, driven with absolute carnal hunger as his mind spins from how tight your cunt feels against his bare cock.

you don’t know how satan does it, how his mind is as clear as the ebony skies while yours is beclouded with nothing but lust—the sole doing of the demon above you with lust-filled determination in his emerald eyes. and when you both reach your impending orgasm, oh, he has just the right words for you while you writhe beneath him, shocks of saccharine pleasure electrifying your whole body,

“. . . And say with a fervor born of the South that your body and soul are mine. Clasp me close in your warm young arms, while the pale stars shine above, and we’ll live our whole young lives away in the joys of a living love.” you hear every single purred word that slips past his sinful lips but all you can muster is a broken moan of his name as your eyes roll back in pure bliss. you’ve both never been to heaven but satan knows just how to get you there without having to leave the devildom.

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Lucifer x f!reader

Prompt: Brat tamer Luci!!!! <33333333 Hehehehehe <3333 Luci keeps making you cum over and over again and you try to crawl away as you're in tears and he instantly pulls you back by your ankles and tuts. "No, no, brats don't get any mercy. Now stay where you are and take it." :)

Your bare front flush against the soft mattress; nails digging into the fine fabrics of Lucifer’s sheets; mouth agape while a string of moans in the shape of the prideful demon’s name slip past your lips; shocks of pleasure electrifying every inch of your sensitive body as Lucifer’s hips plough into you without a hint of remorse. You don’t know how many times you came around his cock, essence dripping down your inner thighs and onto the soft mattress beneath, just like the tears coating your heated cheeks. The deafening sound of skin slapping and wet squelches hung in the thick air of Lucifer’s room—punishment. That’s right, you were being punished for your misbehaviour earlier, and he wasn’t going easy on you.

Broken pleas leave your quivering lips, to your dismay it just gets Lucifer going, the way your breathless voice turns into a sweet melody, chanting his name to stop—desperate hands reaching back to grab his hips only to be swatted away. You only had one option. A laugh rumbles from Lucifer’s chest as he watches your naked trembling body attempt to move away from him, arms shaky as you drag yourself along the expanse of his bed. He found you amusing. A warm palm encases your right ankle, and in one swift tug, you’re back to where you started. Lucifer tuts as he hears you whine; the demon presses his bare chest against your naked back, lips dangerously close to your right ear, “You dare try to escape your punishment, brat? There’s no mercy for you. . .”

A shiver runs up your spine, his icy tone making your head spin. You didn’t notice the way Lucifer hauled you up, flush against his chest so that you were now on your knees—one hand playing with your clit, and the other encased around a breast. “. . . Now, this will make you stay here and take it all.” Lucifer nibbled on your lobe, kissing down the side of your neck before inserting his cock inside you. You were completely trapped with his arms securely wrapped around your body, and like he said, your only option is to take it all.

Lucifer hopes you’re in for a long night—well, that doesn’t really matter because he’s going to give it to you over and over again until the only word you know is his name, until his cock his soaked in your cum, until the Sun rises again in the Devildom.

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Diavolo x f!reader

── one of diavolo’s favourite position includes showing his unmatched strength—he’s standing, feet planted on the ground as he carries your whole body while fucking you on his thick cock. diavolo’s hands are flush against the bare skin of your waist, your legs hooked over his forearms, allowing for a deeper penetration that has you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. there’s nothing you can really do apart from digging your nails into his bare shoulders, and crying out his name in pleasure. diavolo loves everything about this position, from the way tears roll down your cheeks, to the way your breasts move with every bounce he gives you. but diavolo’s most favourite thing would be the intimacy during your orgasm—scrambling to wrap your arms around his neck, nails scratching at the expanse of his toned back, and breathy moans ghosting dangerously close to his ear as if trying to keep yourself grounded while your orgasm hits you immensely. diavolo absolutely adores that you require to be as close to his naked body as possible whenever you cum—he makes your climax a little more intimate by topping it off with saccharine praises whispered into your neck while he sucks the supple skin deep crimson and purple.

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Solomon x reader

── solomon loves staining your pact marks with hickies. hues of dark red and purple peppered all over your body where each mark resides. solomon makes sure to give the one over your heart—lucifer’s—a little more attention, more bites, more licks, as if doing so would somehow cause it to disappear and never be seen again. you don’t miss the way solomon’s lips stretch into a taunting smile as his hazel eyes gaze over your body, each sigil stained and wet from his mouth, mocking the seven demons that he’s the only one that belongs to you. no one else.

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Satan x reader

─ satan loves to pepper your palms and wrists with chaste kisses, guiding your hands to cup his cheeks while he admires you—sparkling emeralds holding your gaze. without a doubt he’s chivalrous and polite with how he carries himself around you but he’s also calculated and self-restrained. but oh does restraint consume a lot of willpower; you don’t miss the intent behind each gentle kiss he places against your soft skin, the carnal desire behind it. you don’t miss the way his emerald irises glimmer with a hint of lust. the innocent facade fades once the door to his room is tightly shut and he’s all alone, the righteous mask falls and satan feels almost guilty. almost, because the way he’s touching himself to the mere thought of you is just too intoxicating. blissful. the way his hand pleasures himself, imagining it as your own. he’s not innocent, he wants to ruin you. take you until you’re begging him for mercy, chanting his name like a sinful prayer that mocks the very realm that banished his brothers. take you until the only thing you see are endless pools of emeralds that pull you deeper into bliss. take you until you’re both nothing but moans and whimpers, becoming one as pleasure engulfs your bodies.

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Lucifer x reader

Prompt: good morning!! <3 Thinking about Luci's voice today!! Imagine his deep voice as he's on top of you, pressing soft, warm kisses along your neck, and he's taking his time going soooo slowly, teasing you with the promise of more as his teeth just barely graze along your skin, and you can't help but feel so needy so you beg for more. Of course Lucifer lets out a chuckle at this, his deep voice reverberates against your ear, and he sucks a nice little mark right below your ear. "Mmm, you want more, do you?" He'll say with a smirk, and you can practically hear it within his voice >:I but you nod, and he pulls away from your neck to make eye contact with you and he tilts your chin up, and slowly he leans closer. "If you want more, darling, then I want you to beg." and his voice is so deep and sultry it sends shivers down your spine faarajfhskfhskccb idk a man telling me to beg makes me all giddy hehehehe

no bc i just know he’d try and get you at your limit with all the begging. lucifer would be such a lil shit and go like, “hmm? i can’t hear you..” even though he’s literally centimetres from you. he’d make you beg for him until pride swells in his chest and he feels satisfied with it. but oh lucifer doesn’t disappoint when he finally gives himself to you :>

he’s going to make sure to place his lips just right by your ear as he fucks you all night long to make sure you know who’s dicking you down that good. lucifer never shies away from praises, never. strings of saccharine praises spill from his parted lips, whispered hotly to your ears, causing goosebumps. the best part about it is that lucifer doesn’t stop praising you, even when he’s close to his orgasm. you can hear everything, the little grunts, whines, and pants laced into his praises and it’s the hottest thing ever, “ngh—ah..! you’re taking me so well—fuck..!” just hearing his calm voice turn into a quivering, panting mess makes your eyes roll to the back of your head—especially since its such a rare occurrence hearing him that fucked out.

oh, and when lucifer cums, he starts growling but its not that kind of growl he does when he’s angry, its more of a desperate one—one that’s full of passion and very heated. and fuck, it’s enough to bring you to your own orgasm <3

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Lucifer x reader

prompt: okay OKAY imagine cockwarming lucifer while he gets his work done but it’s his way of punishing you for being so needy and distracting him from the report he’s doing. the thing is, halfway through it, luci starts to deeply regret letting you cockwarm him because he feels like its more of punishing himself with how tight your walls feel around him—he so shameful bc you’re not even clenching or anything, just sitting there and taking your punishment like a good girl. eventually, you notice the way his breathing starts to get uneven, coming out more ragged and harsh; you also start noticing how lucifer ever so slightly ‘adjusts’ himself in his seat but its really just a pathetic excuse of trying to chase some kind of friction because you’re making his head spin. being the prideful individual he is, lucifer doesn’t want to admit how much he wants you fuck you right now because it means that he’s the needy one now BUT the way his fingers tighten around the pen he’s holding blows his cover, nonetheless. SORRY ITS KINDA LONG

bizarrebankai-deactivated202309 answered:

Like !!! This usually doesn't happen !!! But you just look so good and you just feel so good wrapped around him that he can't help himself :(( you look so sweet with your head resting on his shoulder, and your skirt hiked up so he can see himself sheathed inside of you :(( and you just feel sooo soft and warm that he cannot help but feel sooo good inside of you :(((

And !!! When you notice his struggle, you decide to get a little smart with him and you sloooowly start to drag yourself along him to tease him… and when you do, Lucifer's grip on the pen gets so tight that it bends, and he gives you a warning glare like, "don't try me." but 😔 you do. You do try him and you move a bit faster and immediately the pen snaps into two, and his hands immediately grip your hips and he holds you still, telling you to stop or he'll give you an even worse punishment !!! But you retort and whine and whimper, and it's enough to make Lucifer pick you up and pin you down onto the bed so he can fuck you as much as he wants 😔

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Lucifer x f!reader

(cw: somno <3) Moot prompt: Thinking about Luci coming back to his room from a busy day with Diavolo, and he's tired and he sees you so pretty, asleep on his bed, in nothing but a long t-shirt that barely goes past ur ass and a cute pair of panties <333 and he's had such a long day that maybe it wouldn't hurt if he started kissing up along your thighs, and maybe it wouldn't hurt if he started fingering you <33

i just know it drives him absolutely crazy seeing you in his t-shirt, and he hates to admit it that it does because he thinks its silly!! lucifer would definitely help himself to you, gently parting your thighs and giving them open-mouthed kisses which earn a slight whimper from you as you stir in your sleep. he’d also start whispering into your ear as he plays with your now wet folds AGHHHHHH!! luci is such a sucker for whines and whimpers that you make while you’re asleep because it’s so raw and pure, there’s no restraint to it 🧎🏻‍♀️

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THE ACT OF SPITE

SATAN x f! reader MC ft. LUCIFER

syn: the avatar of wrath knows just what would infuriate the prideful demon the most—that is, fucking you against the door to lucifer’s secret office, all while he’s inside it. ── cw: nsfw (mdni), smut, semi-public sex (inside the HoL library), unprotected sex, creampie, masturbation (m), horny luci, satan being a lil shit to lucifer, pet name (darling), not proofread.

this was wrong. sinful. lewd. hell, those words were far beyond what you and satan were doing right this very moment—there weren’t any words to describe how naughty your actions were but with every single thrust of the fourth-born’s hips, those thoughts of hesitancy slowly slipped from your mind. buried with the surge of lust clouding your thoughts as satan’s pace didn’t let up, not even once. his hips pushing into your own with such drive, and desperation that your lower back painfully digs further into the edges of the shelves.

that’s right. you were inside the library, most importantly, your back flush against the door to lucifer’s secret office—satan made sure of it. the worst part wasn’t even having sex in the library, it was the fact that you two were doing it right outside lucifer’s private study while he’s inside. oh, satan has seen the way his eldest brother looks at you with intent. the way lucifer’s scarlet eyes hungrily trace your figure with each opportunity he gets, not even trying to hide the fact that he’s practically eye-fucking you. satan still remembers the swirling storm inside him, the anger that bubbled at the pit of his stomach from the way his older brother eyed you. now, he just can’t help but remind lucifer who you belonged to.

the soft ember glow from the fireplace cast the side of satan’s handsome face, sweat glimmering from the fire, painting the colours of the sunset upon his fair skin—golden hair that stuck to his forehead tinged with streaks of reds and oranges; emerald irises full of lust mixed with a scarlet hue, his features fading into an angry red. wrath. you were sure that’s what he was feeling, he always did. your nails dug into the fabric of his shoulders, legs wrapped around his slender waist tightening with every jolt of your body. “s-satan—ah!” you moaned, heated and desperate just how he liked it. the corner of his mouth tugged upward, satan was sure that your erotic sounds were loud enough to reach the other side of the door. enough to disrupt lucifer from his work.

satan bit his lip from the way you felt around him, your warm walls hugging his cock so tightly, so deliciously that it made his emerald eyes roll to the back of his head. he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer with how you squeezed him, and that was fine but he needed to make the most of it—he needed you to be louder. satan’s nails painfully dug into the edge of the bookshelf, his heavy balls slapping your ass with every thrust of his hips. arousal dripped down to his balls, creating wet noises that filled your ears—a white ring forming at the base of his cock. fuck, it was naughty. the vast library was filled with your’s and satan’s sounds mixed with wet squelches, and the crackling of fire. you didn’t need to worry about being caught by the other brothers; belphegor was up in the attic, fast asleep, and leviathan was having a TSL marathon while the rest of them had gone out, leaving satan and lucifer down here.

thud. thud. thud. the door to lucifer’s secret office cried from satan’s unwavering pace. inside the private study, a blanket of blush covered lucifer’s face, cheeks heating up from the obvious activity happening outside the room. he didn’t know whether to curse his younger brother for vexing him like this, or to feel flustered at the lewd noises coming from your throat—the way you cry out satan’s name every now and then with such desperation, such passion that he almost wished it was his name rolling off your tongue. that he was the one making you feel pleasured. lucifer’s free hand curled into a fist, the papers beneath his palm crinkling at the movement. the tent in his pants grew with every sound you made, erotic images of you clouding his mind; imagining the way your brows furrow in pleasure, lips parted, completely lost in lust.

lucifer’s heart pounded against his chest, the half-done report before him sprawled on his desk, already forgotten. “satan.. what will i do with you..?” his voice was quiet but it seethed with fury. he knew his younger brother disliked him but not to the extent of fucking you right outside his private study. lucifer didn’t exactly know what satan gained from.. this but he wasn’t surprised with how territorial his brother was. especially when it came to you. the thuds of the door mixed with your heated moans engulfed lucifer’s ears. he didn’t even notice his eyes were closed—relishing in your sounds—until he snapped them open, startled from the wooden ink pen breaking in half from the tight grip.

dropping the broken pen on the desk, he leaned back into his chair, placing a forearm atop his closed eyes while the arm other rested on his thigh. it tingled. his palm tingled against his clothed thigh, as if urging him to do something about the growing problem at the apex of his legs—urging him to relieve himself with the help of your sounds. it wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? merely fisting himself at the thought of you wasn’t going to be the most sinful thing he’s done. lucifer had already committed the gravest sin of his life, it led to his downfall. this is nothing.

back in the library, your soft moans didn’t satisfy satan, he needed more from you. removing his hands from the shelf behind you, satan snaked them down to your ass, palms flat against the heated bare skin. a string of loud moans and curses left your parted lips as he bounced you on his cock. “o-oh my—fuck..! aah! just like that, satan!” “y-yeah? you like that?” satan’s lips ghosted over your own before sealing you into a kiss. the kiss was messy, spit coating the corners of your mouths, teeth clashing—he chased your parted lips with every bounce of your body. satan made sure not to swallow your whimpers down, he needed lucifer to hear how good he’s making you feel. he needed lucifer to know that he’s the only one who can make you moan like this.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, bottom lip trapped between your teeth from bliss. the slight change in angle enabled his cock to reach much deeper into you, allowing you to feel every ridge when you clenched around him. satan’s cock had a slight curve to it, and the way it repeatedly hit your cervix over and over again made it more pleasurable—sending electrifying shocks up your spine. goosebumps formed under the fourth-born’s lips as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, and down the side of your sweaty neck—sucking and biting at the supple skin, leaving a hues of dark red and purple. satan marvelled at the masterpiece peppered on your skin before licking a long, flat stripe up your neck and nibbling at the lobe of your ear.

he didn’t shy away from groaning directly into your ear, harsh pants escaping his parted lips, mixed with broken endless praises. satan knew the effect his voice had on you, especially when he sung praises to you—he didn’t miss the way you squeezed around him with every praise muttered into your ear. satan cursed at the pleasure, a heated gasp and a desperate whisper of your name coming from him. this spurred him on, harshly bouncing you on his cock with all his strength—you swear he’s about to leave handprints on your ass with how hard he’s gripping them.

it was getting too much, you could feel the coil deep in your stomach beginning to unravel. your body grew limp from pleasure, simply leaning onto satan’s front and letting him have his way with you. all you could really do was cry out his name and run your nails down his clothed back. satan groaned, relishing at the way your moans travelled straight to his ear—specs of white slowly clouded his vision, and his fingers dug into the supple flesh of your ass. he was close. “s-satan—ngh! fuck fuck fuck! ‘m cumming!” broken shallow pants left your lips. holding his emerald gaze, lids heavy with lust, “that’s it—haah! let go for me, my darling.” satan breathed out, knees buckling from pleasure. he was close too.

leaning against the other side of the door was lucifer, pants unbuttoned, and pulled down just enough to take his cock out. his wrist between was between his teeth to muffle moans as he fisted his cock to your sounds. it was heavenly, even the angels up at the celestial realm couldn’t compare to the way your voice sounded. he let out harsh breaths, each one shaky from how his fingers curled around his hard cock. lucifer teased the sensitive slit with his thumb, knees almost giving in from the immense pleasure. with his back against the door, he could hear things much better—the skin slapping, the wet noises, the heated gasps, all of it. how lewd but lucifer didn’t care, he had one thing in mind: cumming. he sped up the pace, synching it with your shallow pants and hoping to reach his orgasm the same time as you.

both of you sung in unison, cries of pleasure filling the entire library as you reached your orgasm. your legs tightened around satan’s waist, every muscle in your body turning taut as shocks of hot, white pleasure ran throughout your body, making your toes curl. satan let out one last cry of your name before sheathing his cock deep inside you and letting go—thick ribbons of white shamelessly painting your insides as he came. he rode our both your orgasm by giving you shallow thrusts, fucking his cum deeper, and earning a small whimper from you.

lucifer couldn’t believe himself—he came to the sound of you desperately moaning his younger brother’s name. white, hot liquid dripped to his digits and down to his wrist; chest heaving up and down, attempting to catch his breath. lucifer stayed that way for a while, leaning against the door to try and compose himself as his head spun with pleasure. his lust-clouded mind soon cleared, pleasure that coursed through his body faded into fury. he was seething with rage—enough for satan to smell the scent of wrath. his brother dared to disrespect his private space, not only that but also by performing such a brazen act.

he knew. lucifer knew this was just to spite him, that was part of satan’s personality—to defy, and vex him. it was fine, he handled everything satan threw his way but using you? oh, that’s a whole different story. lucifer felt like satan has got him wrapped around his finger with how he practically jumped at the opportunity to fist himself to your sounds. it mocked him—putting him in his place, and letting him know that he was never going to experience the pleasure of being inside you because you were satan’s.

satan smirked into the kiss as he caught a whiff of the familiar smell that emanated from the other side of the door—the smell of wrath. the essence that he was more than familiar with; the essence that embodied his very own existence. pulling away from the kiss, his emerald eyes traced your features, giving your sweaty forehead a chaste kiss, “you did so well.” satan breathed, eyes glimmering with adoration. you didn’t miss the hint of mischief behind it, though.

but before you could reply, satan parted his lips to speak once again, a smug look on his handsome face,

“isn’t that right, lucifer?”

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── lucifer can’t help but become flustered at your reply when he had asked if you were going to buy the tube of lipstick you were admiring—deep shade of crimson red in all its glory, contained in a small glimmering glass tube. “yes, it has the same shade of red as your irises” he still remembers the way you looked at him with such eagerness. that was only a minute ago. now, lucifer can’t shake the uncomfortable stir in his slacks because all he’s thinking about are your lips. your lips wrapped around his cock while wearing that sinful shade—the one that reminded you of his eyes. he mentally curses himself for thinking such lewd thoughts but those were cut short when the image of your scarlet-stained lips clouded his mind once again, desperately sucking on his tip. maybe he’ll make you wear that lipstick later tonight, to test it out.

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cw: f! reader. nsfw (mdni), light smut (dry humping), luci being touchy and needy, neck kisses syn: lucifer gets a little too needy in the middle of doing some paper work.

tonight was supposed to be boring and monotonous—volunteering to help lucifer with the mountain of endless papers stacked on his desk to ease his job a bit, so why were lucifer’s lips all over you? hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing from your jaw and down to the side of your neck, raising goosebumps along the way. “f-fuck.. luci—mhm..! focus, please.” a breathless whine escaping your parted lips as he licked a long stripe up your neck. lucifer was ravenous, he extended his torso from the chair he sat on to bury his face in your neck; scattered papers before him were long forgotten, his hand around your nape instead of the wooden fountain pen.

the prideful demon only gave you a grunt, pulling your body closer to his, the armrest almost painfully digging on your side from lucifer’s eagerness. you were sure the pen you held was about to snap from the way your fingers curled around it, knuckles turning white. “l-lucifer.. aah.. didn’t you say you needed these done by first light?” your free hand balled into a fist as he kissed a sensitive spot once, twice, thrice, enough for an intense shiver to run along your spine.

lucifer pulled away from your neck, lips parted to let out soft pants, lids heavy from his lustful crimson gaze. “your words contradict your actions. telling me to focus yet you’re the one craning your neck to expose more skin for me.” the heat in your cheeks spread down to your chest at his words, you didn’t miss the way the corner of his lips tugged upwards. you fell silent at that, embarrassed that lucifer noticed your desperation as well.

two taps on his thigh, “come here.” you didn’t have to be told twice. getting up from your seat, legs instantly parting to straddle his lap. a small whine spilled from your throat at the way your clothed clit rubbed against the tent in his pants. you blamed your eagerness. “devilishly beautiful.” lucifer whispered, the tip of his index finger tracing the ragged edges of the bruises peppered along your supple skin. you leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering shut at the way his finger ghosted over your warm skin. lucifer wasted no time to seal your lips together in a sensual kiss, taking his time to savour the taste of your soft lips—moving them slowly, and pressed his face closer to your own.

as his hands found its way to your ass, yours wrapped loosely around his neck, playing at the onyx strands along his nape. lucifer swallowed your wanton moan, shoving his tongue past your lips as he rocked your lower half back and forth along his hard cock. pulling away from the kiss, you buried your face at the junction of his neck, soft pants coming from you as lucifer stimulated your clothed clit. the demon beneath you bucked his up just enough to put more pressure on your cunt, earning a loud whine from you.

“look at me.” his tone shouldn’t have turned you on like that—saccharine yet demanding which had you disappointingly clenching around nothing. you did as lucifer said, lifiting your face from his neck and meeting his crimson gaze from under your lashes. this was something lucifer deeply appreciated, the intimacy, the sensuality, and the gentleness of everything. he adored holding your lustful gaze while you performed such lewd acts against his clothed cock—the way your swollen lips ever so slightly part to let out soft, desperate pants as your face contorted in pure bliss.

lucifer cupped your cheek with a large palm, softly caressing the heated skin with his thumb before inserting it in your mouth. as if on instinct, your lips immediately moulded around the base of his digit, eagerly sucking and swirling your tongue around as if it were lucifer’s cock. “good girl..” his breathless praise had you clenching around nothing yet again.

sounds of heavy panting bounced around the walls of lucifer’s private study, filling the room with a thick tension that hung in the air—full of carnal desire. the papers could wait for the meantime because right now, there was only one thing in his mind—to pleasure you, and lucifer is a man of his word. rightfully so. he’d rather spent the night exploring your beautiful body with heated kisses, leaving no part untouched by his soft lips.

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─ lucifer shows the most restraint out of all seven brothers due to the shadow, known as his reputation. though, that’s just a facade lucifer dons whenever he’s around people, almost like a second skin. oh but whenever he’s alone in his private office, restraint isn’t in his vocabulary anymore, no. the way lucifer desperately fists his hard cock at the mere thought of you says it all, his long fingers curling around his shaft to squeeze it just like how he thinks your pretty cunt would. how he shamelessly throws his head back in pure pleasure, brazenly chanting out your name in loud, throaty groans as if to summon you, who is responsible for all his pent up sexual frustration. what would you think if you saw him like this? his onyx strands completely dishevelled, crimson tie hanging loosely around his neck, hips eagerly bucking up to his hand. would you help him if you saw him like this?—run the tip of your tongue along his sensitive slit? wrap your lips around his cock? take the entirety of his length? or would you let him have his way with you? lucifer almost feels shameful for thinking about you in such a lewd manner but he’s far from holy.

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Expansion, Part 2.

Loneliness.

((TW: Angst moments and tears ahead.))

~Flower Fruit Mountain, a hour after discovery.~

A small tornado formed in from of the house the Monkey King had built over 13 years ago after his first one was destroyed by the Azure Lion. The winds disburse to reveal the matriarch of the Demon Bull Family, Princess Iron Fan, and standing beside her is a small dark furred monkey child. Iron Fan looks down to the young girl who hadn't said anything but a "hello" to her since she picked her up from that human and demon school her parents signed her into, nor was the child saying anything now.

"Mei-Yue," Iron Fan spoke. "We're here now. Your father is waiting for you."

Mei-Yue, the little six eared monkey, didn't say anything in response, she only nodded at her aunt. The princess gave a saddened front at the silence of her niece. She'd been quiet since she picked up from the school her brother-in-law was insistent on letting her attend. Speaking of which, the door to the house swung opened, revealing the smiling face of Wukong peered out. He appeared to be tired.

"Thank you again, Iron Fan. Mac and I have working our tails off getting everything ready for our new 'guest'."

The Princess gave a smirk to the retired hero. "Oh it was nothing too special. After all you know how much I adore my beloved niece."

The rust colored furred monkey rolled his eyes at the Celestial before him; Of course she would call his daughter 'her beloved niece', even though she could've consider her only son a 'beloved' (He wasn't allowed to say throw her past mistakes back at her unless she absolutely deserved it). Speaking of children, Wukong turned his attention to the nine year old dark furred cub standing beside Princess Iron Fan, giving her a warm smiling, noticing the girl's blank expression.

"Hey Lil' Tiger," the reitred king greeted, "How was school today honey? Ya make any new-"

Before he could finish his question, Mei-Yue walked passed her father without saying a word, she didn't even acknowledge him. Wukong stared as his daughter walked towards her room.

"Well that's concerning." The old king muttered, he turned back to the Celestial at the front door. "Did something happen at the school we need to know about?"

"I was actually about to ask you if something happened here that was upsetting her." Iron Fan responded. "She been quiet since I got her; She didn't even smile at me. Me! Her favorite aunt and mother figure."

The Stone monkey gave a loud 'HAH'. "Ah I didn't think you could be funny, Fanny. But everyone knows that my sister Ma is her favorite aunt and mother figure.". Iron Fan gave Wukong the sourest scowl.

"Regardless, Macaque and I will see if she's up to talking, maybe we can get an answer."

"You better."

With that, a tornado formed around the Celestial, then just as it came, the tornado dissipated, and Iron Fan is gone. The monkey king frowned at the spot the Celestial once stood. Oh Buddha how he hated his sworn brother's wife, but he wasn't gonna focus on her empty threats, he had a more important priority. One being a certain Celestial Primate eavesdropping on him.

"You know, you're sworn sister is a real pain at times." claimed Wukong as he peered down at the darker shadow that encompassed his own. He stepped to the side as Macaque emerged from the shadows, smirking at the rust monkey.

"You're the one who let's her get to you. I was just here to make sure you two didn't start fighting again." Macaque affirmed. "But aside from that. I think we need to address to elephant in the room, or rather our usually bubbly daughter not being herself."

"I couldn't agree more." Wukong sighed. "Do you think that Shang kid's at fault for that?"

Macaque groaned in frustration at the name. "Sweet Buddha, I hope not. That kid is an asshole, and his mother ain't any better, constantly saying her brat's angel.".

The rust colored monkey chuckled at his husband. "Going on a bit of a rant, eh Macky?"

The dark furred glared at his husband.

"C'mon, I think Mei-Yue went to her room."

Macaque strided towards the the hallway leading to the bedrooms.

"Note to self:" muttered Wukong as he followed suit, "Watch what you say around your pregnant mate. He will get snippy."

*~*~*~*~

In the bedroom of the Monkey Princess, Mei-Yue sat on her bed with her favorite stuffed rabbit wrapped in her arms. Her focus was on a picture frame on her bed. The picture inside was of her adoptive brother MK holding Mei-Yue when she was baby, her older sister figure Mei squealing in joy, their friend/her sworn cousin Red-Son looking over MK's shoulder, at the bottom frame was a saying carved into it. The carved words read 'Welcome, Little Sister'.

The soft knock emanated from the other side of the bedroom door, shifting the child's attention to it. It was her fathers on the other side, she knew that much.

"Moonbeam?" her baba's (Macaque) emanated from the door. "Can we come in please?"

There was silence from the girl's room. The Celestial Primates looked at each other with concern painted on their faces.

"Maybe she fell asleep." Wukong subjected.

The doorknob turned and door was pulled open by a tired looking Mei-Yue, the usual sparkle in her eyes was absent. Doing their best to mask their worry, the men gave their daughter a soft smile and knelt down to her level. Macaque was the first to speak.

"Hey Dumpling. How was your first day at school?"

Mei-Yue shifted where she stood. "It was fine, I guess."

"Are you sure? Because you didn't say hi to us when you got home."

"Y-Yeah, I'm-..."

The girl just shut down and stared at the ground, clenching her stuffed rabbit.

"Did something happen at the school?" Macaque questioned his daughter. "You know you can tell us when something's wrong, right?"

The only response he got was a shrug of her shoulders. Keeping his resolve, Wukong reached out and placed a gentle hand on his daughter's shoulder, finally getting her to look at them.

"Sweetheart, whatever is going on, we can help you go through it." The Stone Monkey consoled his young daughter, giving her a warm smile and the reassurance her needed. But his smile faded when she spoke up.

".... Am I gonna be alone forever?"

Both parents looked at their daughter

"I- I beg your pardon?"

"Dumpling, who told you that? Was is that Shang kid that's been giving you trouble?"

"No. He's not even in my class this years."

She took a deep breath in, then slowly exhaled before she spoke.

"Today in class... my classmate, Yao, was talking about his birthday party his parents are throwing fir him, and that his oldest birthday was coming up and-"

"And you're upset because you weren't invited?" Wukong questioned.

"No! Lemme finish!" Mei-Yue barked at the Stone Monkey as he held his hands in front of his chest.

"Okay, Okay. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. Please continue. "

"Thank you. As I was saying, Yao's birthday was coming up and his older brother was home to visit and celebrate his birthday and I didn't think anything of it. But then my other classmate said that she and her sister got to go camping this weekend. Then recess came and I wanted to play with the twins, Ming & Lian, but they said I couldn't play with them because..... it was a twins game and I don't have a twin..."

Her breathing was start to become hitched and she was trying to fight back the tears that were forming in her eyes, trying her hardest not to cry if front of her fathers. Macaque's expression grew from worry as he

"I tried to not let it all get to me, but....."

"Mei-Yue, you don't have to continue-"

"But when I was waiting for auntie Fanny, my friend Winnie told me that her big brothers were happy that she that she made it into the junior basketball team..."

A sob escaped from her mouth, the tears began to fall as she tried to wipe them away. She clenched her rabbit plush tightly as if it were a life line, too afraid to let go.

"I didn't wanna think too much about it, and-.. and I know you guys love me and your happy, and you need me to be happy... But... I didn't realized how alone I really am until Winnie said that, and... and......."

"Lil' Tiger-"

"And I hate it. I hate that I'm the only kid here. I hate that I have no one to play with after school, I hate that can't share my toys with anyone, I hate that I can't make up games with anyone but my cousins, I hate how empty home is even though you wouldn't leave me here alone, I hate not having a brother or sister here with me, I Hate Being Alone!"

She lost her resolve. The young monkey let out her pained cries. She no longer fought the tears, or held in the pain... She let it out...

"I DON'T WANNA BE ALONE!"

In that instant, Macaque pulled his daughter into a tight hug and let her cry while he tries to fight back the tears that were forming. Wukong joins in the hug, gently stroking his daughter head to soothe her as he did so many times before, all the while both men were trying to fight their own tears back.

"No, no, no, no, no, no. You're not gonna be alone, hon. Daddy and I would never let that happen to you in a million years." Macaque soothed Mei-Yue as she buried herself in his chest.

His precious daughter's muffled cried only grew louder, and it made his hearts break. He knew her pain. He and Wukong knew it too well...

To Be Continued in part 3....

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