#obey me x f!mc smut

[sweetlikehny-archived]

Can I get a face sitting with Lucifer and female mc??

kink prompt ask game!

Lucifer says bon appetit 😋 🍽

CW: NSFW (minors DNI), AFAB reader, mentions of pussy and clit, language, a bit of overstimulation? (Luci can’t get enough 😳)

You believe Lucifer to be an organized person.

No matter the situation, he’s always been a neat , orderly conducted person. Well put together, in control of everything- nothing expected less from the Avatar of Pride.

So it always surprised you when you got to see his control unravel, and his true urges take over- but you couldn’t help but be a little…hesitant.

“Are you sure Luci?”

“Why would I not be?” Lucifer raised an eyebrow as he kneaded your hips, ruby colored nails lazily rubbing circles on your skin.

“I don’t know…I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable-“

“Darling, how would you be making me uncomfortable if I’m the one that requested this?” Lucifer then leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, eyes half lidded as he softly held your cheek. “Do you not want this?”

“I-I do.” You felt a bit of warmth spread throughout your body.

“Then relax my love, and let me take care of you.”

With that, Lucifer laid down below you, and slowly brought your form towards him. Your breath caught when you felt him kiss your slit, body jolting as he chuckled beneath you.

“Nngh- Luci- ah!” You moaned when you felt him lick your clit, soon giving it a suck before his tongue entered inside you, his arms tightening and pulling you in closer.

You covered your face with your arms, lips parted in a silent scream as Lucifer continued, the sounds of slurping filling the air. Your hips bucked against his tongue, crying out as it went even deeper inside- any restraint either of you had before was gone, his pace quickening as you felt yourself growing closer to the edge.

“F-fuck Lucifer! Don’t stop, don’t stop-“ you begged, toes curling and eyes crossed as you felt him give your clit another harsh suck that left you crying out. You couldn’t focus- had his tongue always been that long- and you practically squealed when he moaned, the sensation sending constant shivers of pleasure down your spine.

Lucifer didn’t let up, even encouraged to go faster as your whines grew louder, bouncing and riding his face as you finally felt the warmth boiling in your stomach spill over,

“I’m cumming!”

Your eyes rolled back as you became undone, body convulsing as you rode out your high, hips bucking involuntary against Lucifer’s face. You whimpered as he held you tight, drinking in your release and only letting go after he had his fill. Your thighs quivered in overstimulation, whining when he left a parting kiss on your slit.

You fell forward, panting and body twitching from the aftershocks, mind left reeling as Lucifer sat up and licked at his lips, smirking. “Mm, delicious.”

You were a bit embarrassed by his words, and you went to hide your face in the pillow- but he already stole it away before you got the chance, always the sadistic one. “There’s no need to hide- did you enjoy yourself?”

“Ye-yes, I did.”

“Good. I told you there was nothing to be concerned about.” His smile was genuine and his words were truthful, but there was something about it that still had you a bit on edge- like an underlying sense of…danger? Not life-threatening, but-

You gasped when you felt his fingers prod at your pussy once more, brushing your clit and chuckling at your reaction. His smile soon turned into a smirk, eyes growing darker, “Now then, let’s continue, yes?”

Judging by how strained his pants were, it seemed like he didn’t want to waste another moment.

“The night is far from over.”

[xarlenewithanx]

Pussy Drunk Diavolo

Diavolo who is so pussy drunk that he can’t control being gentle anymore…

He thrusts all of him inside your pussy while you’re screaming from the roughness of his thrusts. He likes the view of your pussy when you’re in a mating press as it helps him reach the deepest part of your pussy.

Him thrusting your tight entrance at an alarmingly fast pace with no set pattern, and his mind only thinking “I have to cum”, your loud moans only encourage him to go faster.

[animeismyhappyplace]

Passion Blooms Under the Influence

Female MC x Barbatos Smut

Summary: After a quick study session with her tutor Solomon, MC finds herself feeling hot and bothered. Barbatos finds her and calms the heat scorching through her veins.

TLDR, MC gets dicked down by Barbatos 🥵

TW: Aphrodisiac use, mildly dubious consent due to aphrodisiac usage, they do cover consent but just to be safe, pet names, Barbs demon form makes an appearance, monster fucking I guess? (You'll see what I mean)

Word Count: 3,217

The last few weeks in the Devidom had been a bit of a blur for MC. Leviathan had summoned Lotan again after a fued with Mammon which left her room flooded and unusable luckily Diavolo offered her refuge in the Demon Lord Castle in one of the many spare bedrooms.

Today's lesson with Solomon had taken a weird turn, after practicing some simple spells they had gotten onto the topic of her little crush on the demon butler himself Barbatos. Her mentor had given her the usual pep talk about just being upfront about her feelings over a shared cup of tea, he had also given her a potion which he clamied would help boost her confidence in the matters of her heart before sending her on her way to her temporary home.

On her walk she noticed a prickling sensation starting to climb up her arms and down her legs. At first she brushed it off but the nearby demons began to start staring at her as her skin got hotter and hotter. In the end she had to teleport herself to the guest bedroom she'd been staying in to save herself, and the rest of her demon friends, too much public embarrassment.

Barbatos, being the immensely powerful demon he is, much have sensed the magical power entering the Demon Lord Castle and came to make sure the human exchange student was well after her trip out.

He knocks on her door a few times but when he doesn't get an answer he makes his presence known and enters the room, just to make sure she was unharmed, "MC, I assume your lesson went well?" He smiles as he opens the door before stopping in his tracks when he finally lays his eyes on the girl.

He sees her laid on the neatly made bed with her body streached out, sweat is streaked across her forehead and she's panting hard "B- Barbatos! Thank you for checking on me, I know you're probably busy..." She gulps down the saliva pooling under her tongue as he watches her curiously "It had been going well until Solomon gave me a potion to drink that he's currently working on and now I feel hot..." His green eyes flick from her body to her face as he watches her "Oh dear... Well... I'm here to take care of you, MC. You don't have to thank me, I am just doing what Lord Diavolo would expect me to do" He reaches his gloved hand down to push the hair back from her face causing her to shiver and push her body towards his retreating hand making him frown.

His finger curls under his chin as he thinks about your predicament "Did he tell you what the potion was for?" She shakes her head as she lifts her body to rest her weight on her elbows to look at him better "Just said... It would help me... Express feelings I've been hiding or something like that... I can't remember anymore". Barbatos can't help the hiss that falls from his lips as he looks away feeling irritation bubble in his chest "I have a... Suspicious of what that devious human has given you... Let's see" He hums as he returns his hand to her forehead, pushing his fingers through the strands of her hair and down to lightly caress her cheek watching to see her reaction to the soft and almost non existent stimulation.

MC can't help the whines that tumble past her lips as she tilts her head back to present her neck to the demon before she realises what she's done and gasps "I- I am SO sorry Barbatos... I don't know what's wrong with me" She looks down to the bedsheets with a slight pout before another wave of heat flows through her and she flops back down onto the bed, chest heaving.

Barbatos chuckles softly at her apology as he places one finger under her chin lifting her gaze to meet his own eyes. "Don't worry about it, MC." His voice is warm and soothing as he runs his gloved thumb over her lower lip, slowly trailing his way along her jawline as her tongue slips out of her mouth in an attempt to chase his clothed digits "I suspect Solomon has given you an aphrodisiac" Her eyes widen at his words before he continues "It would explain your temperature and your body's... Shall we say responsiveness..." His voice begins to trail off as he watches her intently.

She nods as she tries to take in his words "Is there any way to... Reverse it's effects?" Her fingers reach up slowly to hold his arm in place as she leans fully into his touch, Barbatos bites his bottom lip softly as he watches the human girl keen for his touch in ways he's dreamed of but never thought would become reality "We'd have to call the shady sorcerer himself to know for sure... But based on most aphrodisiacs the only way to rid you of the effects would be to-" He can't help but hesitate to finish the sentence but she nods to him to continue "You will need to satisfy your desires" He finishes with a slight blush dusted across his porcelain cheeks.

MC frowns for a moment confused before the realisation flashes across her face, a dark blush rising to her cheeks "Well with that I shall bid you farewell so you may... Rid yourself of your afflictions..." The demon clears his throat and bows with his hand across his chest before he turns to leave "NO!" She shouts across the room as she bolts upright grabbing his hand to stop him, she looks away from him embarrassed by her own neediness.

Barbatos stares down at her in surprise, his brow furrowing slightly as he waits for her next move. "No?" He can't help the grin that spreads across his face as he looks down to see the place on his uniform her hand has gripped to keep him from leaving the room. "I-" She can't quite find the words to ask him what she wants, she grips his arm tighter and tugs him towards her as she gets on her knees and comes to the end of the bed to face him.

Barbatos' smile grows as he sees her come to kneel before him, his hands come to gently caress her cheeks as he takes in her beauty. "Tell me what you want, MC" He mutters softly as he brings her face centimetres from his own. A shiver racks up her spine and settles in her chest as she feels his breath hit her lips "Will you help me Barbatos?" She reaches her hands up to hold the base of his neck enjoying their closeness.

Barbatos smiles softly as he hears her plea, leaning forward to bring his mouth to hers as he kisses her gently almost treating her like she's ready to break apart at his touch. As he does this, one of his hands slides around her waist and pulls her closer to him, bringing them both even closer together. "Of course, my dear. I'm always at your service" He whispers huskily as he pulls away just enough to speak and give her a moment to back away from him if she doesn't want to continue.

A loud whine escapes her at his words as she tugs his back to her kissing him with as much passion as she can "You can't say things like that Barb... It makes me feel so hot". His eyes widen slightly at her response but he quickly recovers and continues to kiss her passionately, running his tongue along her own and down to her jawline while his free hand goes to her hair, pulling it into a tight ponytail so he can run his fingers through it.

After a few moments he breaks off the kiss and looks deep into her eyes "Last chance to back out little lamb before I can no longer hold myself back". She shakes her head as she looks at him as seriously as she can given her almost delirious state of lust "Want this... Want you Barbatos" She runs her hands over his covered shoulders as she pushes his jacket off "Please". The last threads of his resolve break as he helps her remove his coat and tosses it aside, then wraps an arm around her waist and lifts her onto the bed beneath her, taking advantage of her smaller frame to get on top of her pinning her beneath him as he leans down to kiss her again. "My pleasure little lamb".

MC bites her lip as she looks up at him and whispers softly "You don't know how long I've wanted this" Her arms loop around his neck as she keeps him close to her, licking her tongue into his mouth as she starts to explores his body. He feels her lips press against his and gives in completely, wrapping his other arm around her back and pressing himself against her as he begins to explore her own body. "I can't guarantee I'll be gentle with you my dear" He says breathlessly, letting his tongue slip between her lips and dance with hers.

She nods quickly to show her understanding as she threads one of her hands into his hair tugging gently at his soft ombre locks while the other caresses her thumb against his cheek, continuing to kiss him while she pushes her hips up to grind against his covered length. He groans softly when she pulls his hair and presses their bodies together more firmly, enjoying every moment of her kisses as well as her grinding movements. His hands slide from her waist to her ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh he finds there as he moves his hips slowly against hers. "You're driving me crazy little lamb..." He confesses to her as he enjoys the slow rock of his hips against her own.

She gasps as she feels his length pushing against her already wet clothed pussy "N- Need you... Please~" She begs sweetly as she moves her head to kiss and bite gently at his bare neck. He smirks at her begging tone and moans quietly, using his free hand to push a lock of her hair behind her ear. As she nips at his skin marking him as her own he reaches for the clasp on her dress and undoes it, pulling the fabric away from her body and exposing her to his hungry eyes while he pulls his dress shirt over his head.

He bends his head down to softly kiss her neck before moving down to her collarbone and littering her skin with bites marking her in turn "Now everyone will know you're mine" He grins at her slightly possessively before returning to her heated body. He skillfully unclasps her bra exposing her breasts as he encases her pebbled nipple in his mouth.

She lets out an drawn out moan as he gently bites and suckles on her nipple teasing the sensitive bud before moving to her other breast giving it just as much attention until she's squirming against the bed desperately needing him further down her body. Sensing her frustration he gives each nipple one last lick before trailing more kisses down her body before finally sliding down further to lick and nibble her thighs. She shivers under his touch and arches her back pushing her body closer to his teasing mouth.

As Barbatos pulls himself upright he takes a moment to enjoy the sight of the young girl in front of him marked up and desperate, the view he has from above her is enough to make his hardened length throb with need let alone the thoughts that invade his mind of what he would like to do to her. MC spreads her legs for him and he can't help the chuckle that leaves his lips "So wet already. My my that aphrodisiac worked rather quickly" He pulls her soaked panties down her legs and throws them to the side watching as more slick leaves her pussy and trails down her thighs.

Barbatos lowers himself back down to the bed as he removes his gloves throwing them to the floor then places his bare hands onto her thighs pushing them further apart so he can place himself between them. He moans as he finally gets a taste of her essence, first licking up the lines of wetness that coated her inner thighs before giving her pussy a long lick from her hole to her clit "You taste, dare I say, heavenly my little lamb" The way he slurps up her wetness lights her body on fire, only contributing to the aphrodisiacs effects.

MC's thighs twitch as she grasps his hair with both hands tugging harshly and shaking her head with tears rolling down her rosy cheeks "S'too much! I need your cock" Her head tips back as she rocks pussy into his face moaning as she cants her hips forward despite her pleas for him to just fuck her already. Barbatos lets out another laugh at her impatience as he feels her pulling on his hair. Had it not been for the aphrodisiac he may had punished her for being in such a rush, maybe next time he thinks to himself with a sinister smile. His emerald eyes dart over to her breasts and he smiles softly at how she's trying to push herself towards him. With a firm grip on her thighs he holds her still and licks her again from bottom to top and back down once more before circling her clit with his tongue "Need to prep you MC" He slides two of his thick fingers into her waiting pussy rubbing them against her throbbing walls.

MC's hand reach backwards to grab the sheets and grip them in her hands as she moans loudly "Barb" She whimpers out as her body trembles underneath him. The feeling of her inner walls tightening around his fingers causes him to groan out as he looks up at her face. Her juices are flowing freely and coating his lips and chin. He gives her one last kiss on her abused clit before moving backwards he licks her juices off his fingers "I believe that's enough teasing now my dear".

Keeping her legs spread for repositions himself and gives his leaking member a few sharp tugs before he runs his cock down to her sopping pussy to collect her juices lubing up his cock before pushing himself into her slowly letting her feel every inch as the burn of the aphrodisiac slowly starts to decrease. The dark haired demon smirks as he watches her reaction, seeing the relief spread across her face as he pushes himself into her. A low moan escapes her lips as he enters her fully. He waits for her to adjust before starting to thrust inside her gently but firmly, Barbatos reaches one hand up and intertwines his fingers with hers as he holds their hands above her head while the the trails down her side to grip her ass pulling her leg over his own keeping her close to his body. Each time he pulls out he leans down and kisses her neck before pushing himself back in, knocking the wind sinfully out of her chest.

As he starts to build up his pace rocking into her harder and faster her unoccupied hand finds purchase on his waist holding onto her demon lover as he pistons his hips into her own making the bed shake and buckle under his immense strength. Barbatos lets go of her hand as he feels her pussy throb and tighten around his cock and grabs onto her hips tightly. He begins to pound into her harder and faster each time slamming her further up the bed, her moans and whimpers increase in volume her hands reach up to grip onto her pillow tight.

His own moans are getting louder as he feels his cock head leaking precum into her pussy, he starts to feel himself losing control of his emotions when he suddenly shifts into his demon form due to the pleasure that racks through his body. She can't help the gasp that escapes her as she feels his body change under her fingers, seeing his demon form only makes her skin burn hotter. MC's hand grips his waist tighter her nails leaving crescent shaped marks as she reaches her other hand up to his hair to grip the base of his bone like horns.

The sensation of her touch sends waves of pleasure throughout his entire being. He lets out an animalistic moan and slams himself deep inside her "'M not going to be able to hold on much longer" He grunts while snaking his hand down between them to rub his fingers against her swollen clit. Her legs shake as he plays with her sensitive nub, she wraps her legs around his waist while her hands grip onto the base of his horns and his fork ended tail wraps around her waist to keep her steady. She matches his thrusts the best she can moaning loudly as pleasure shoots down her spine at all of the stimulation.

Barbatos kisses her deeply before moving his lips to her neck letting his fangs pierce her skin as he bites down in an attempt to control his moans, the painful pleasure from his bite sends her body over the edge into orgasm as he licks at the wound he's left behind "Cumming! 'M cumming!" MC moans loudly gripping onto her lovers body to steady herself as she cums hard, legs shaking violently.

Her pussy clenching hard on his cock and feeling her hands gripping his horns is the last drop of stimulation he needs to finally cum, Barbatos grunts loudly as he releases his load inside her as he continues to pound away at her releasing every bit of cum he has left. After several minutes of his own body shaking he pulls out and collapses beside her panting heavily.

As they both lay beside each other coming down from their highs the demon pulls her body to him as he gives her a soft kiss on her lips "Feeling better?" He asks chuckling softly as she simply nods her head clearly tired "Yes...I'm good now." She finally replies resting her head on his chest as her fingers draw delicate shapes on his sweat soaked body. His fingers slip under her chin to lift her head as he shifts out of his demon form "I'm sorry for shifting like that" He mutters as he caresses her face.

She leans into his touch enjoying the tender moment between them "No need to apologise, you're beautiful no matter what form you take" She smiles at him as she closes her eyes an ache seeping into her bones. "Thank you for taking care of me Barb.." She whispers quietly to him before drifting off to sleep. He gives her one last kiss placed against her forehead "Anything for you, my little lamb" He grins to himself softly as he allows sleep to take over his spent body.

[megantrancyfanfics]

Game Over | Leviathan x F! Reader smut

Warning: female reader, blow job, pet names “baby”, “darling” and “good girl” used.

Enjoy💜

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“Levi~” you whined, sliding down the side of his bathtub bed, only receiving a quick “hm?” As a response.

“You’ve been playing that game for 6 hours straight I want your attention”

“Yeah yeah as soon as I beat this level!”

“You‘ve said that after every level” you groaned as you didn’t get a response. Unless you count the squeaks of his game chair as a response then you got a few.

You had tried to asked Levi a few questions a few minutes after, but only realizing he wasn’t paying any attention to you, and he’d just give you generic responses.

“I’m gonna go get a snack you want anything?”

“Mhm that’s great honey.”

You sighed as Leviathan let out a small evil chuckle as apparently something went according to his plan.

“I’m gonna go jump off of the balcony in Lucifer’s room.” You said sitting on your knees.

“Ok, be careful.”

You rolled your eyes and almost let out a chuckle.

“After that I’m gonna go to mammon and see if he wants to recreate any of his sexy fantasies he has of me every night. Maybe I’ll get some dick from him.”

“Ok, have fun.”

If Levi actually heard that he’d blow a fuse and go after his brother, but, apparently his game was more important. Suddenly, an idea sprung into your mind.

If words won’t get his attention, maybe actions will. You quickly crawled over to Levi’s desk. Luckily, it was one of those days that he sat a few inches away from the desk so you could sneak under it.

“Wait- did y/n just say she was going to get dick from ma-ah!” He quickly covered his mouth with his hand as you placed your hand on his inner thigh before moving your hand upwards and over his dick, then resting it on the hem of his pants.

“Levi~” you cooed. “I want you so bad”

“A-after this level ok?” He whimpered out as you pulled down his pants and underwear, his half hard dick springing out.

“I never said you can’t play your game lev, I’m just gonna do what I want too. Let’s call it..an extra challenge. Focus on the game, while I focus on giving you pleasure~” you cooed, bringing your mouth close to his dick, your hot breath tickling him before spitting on his cock. Leviathan was trying his very hardest to focus on the task at hand: his game, but when he felt your hands wrap around his cock, and giving it a gentle squeeze before your hot mouth and cute lips wrapped around his tip, he could practically blow his load right there. He tried to focus on his computer screen, but he couldn’t help but to let his eyes wonder off screen to meet your eyes that stared up at him innocently as your mouth was wrapped around his dick. A shiver ran down his spine. He shook his head and focused back onto his screen, which didn’t make you satisfied. You pulled off his cock, with a satisfying pop, which made him bite his lip.

You had been with Levi for a while, and you knew his body like the back of your hand. You smirked as you licked the sensitive vein on the bottom side of his dick, making Levi throw his head back and moan, his hips bucking up.

“T-that was a cheap s-shot.” He mumbled, his cheeks stained red as you gave him an innocent smile.

“Better focus on your game before you lose.” You say before sucking again, making sure your tongue abuses that vein.

Levi’s head was spinning as he got closer to his climax. He couldn’t help but to start bucking his hips up, whines and groans leaving his mouth, the game completely out of his mind, as he gripped the back of his chair, his climax bubbling up inside of him hard, before coating the back of your throat with his hot cum, a loud whine escaping his mouth as his dick twitched in your mouth.

“Game over!” The computer shouted as you pulled up, giggling softly.

“Oops. I guess you lost. Sorry baby.”

“Oh no don’t sorry baby me.” Levi said grabbing your hair, making you sit up as he pulled your hair. He leaned down capturing your lips with his harshly.

His tongue explored your mouth, hints of his cum coating his tongue before pulling back.

“You better be ready for a long night. We’re not stopping until the sun rises.” Leviathan spoke has he held your chin in his hand.

“B-but Levi we can’t tell when the sun rises in your room-”

“Is that a problem? It better not be, you wanted this. So get your ass up here. We’ll stop when I’m satisfied and when I feel like you’ve made it up for making me lose my game.”

You knew you were in trouble when his tail, and horns started to appear.

“Unless you wanna go get dick from mammon instead.” He mocked you as you shook your head.

“No, I only want your dick. Your dick makes feel so good only you can satisfy me.” You whined out making leviathan chuckle.

“Good girl.”

~~~~~

“ACHOO!” Mammon sneezed, wiping his nose on his jacket before placing the magazine he was looking at down on his bed.

“Ya! One of my stupid brothers must be talkin bout the great mammon! As they should.” He says confidently before picking up Goldie that Lucifer has recently given back to him.

“Now, how about we do some shoppin Goldie ol girl?”

End

[hauntedhokage]

REM Sleep

Beel x F!MC

summary: after getting home to you later than expected, Beel decides to reintroduce you to his Rejuvenating and Eager Manhood while you sleep.

word count: 1.8k

warnings:  somno/noncon, f!receiving oral, unprotected sex, biting, cockwarming, Beel has a massive dick and knows it (size-kink), Beel sees reader as smaller than him, Beel also has a great sense of smell, 

note: I have to dedicate this one to my mom, who I accidentally sent a screenshot of the wip to instead of Silver and then had an entire panic episode practically sitting in her lap asking for her to delete the photo instead of reading. emotional damage fr.

cross-posted to ao3 | ko-fi | commissions | masterlist

He was late. 

Not that there was any agreed upon time that he’d be slipping into your room to sleep after practice; but for him to be coming in to see you fast asleep in your bed signaled that he was late. You’d stayed up for him, evidenced by the way you were still holding one of your textbooks while you slept, and that made him feel worse about coming in so late in the night.

“Hey,” he whispers into the dimly lit room, testing the waters to see how deeply you were sleeping. You don’t even so much as breathe in a way that would indicate disruption, and that has him treading a bit lighter through your room as he sets his bag down beside yours at the foot of the bed before he moves to where you’re laying. The textbook is carefully pulled from your arms and set on the nightstand, then his hands are carefully coaxing you into a more comfortable position that would be better for your neck. 

You shift, adjusting your body so you lay on your stomach and that had his nose twitching at the scent of your arousal and making his mouth water. The plan for tonight was sex and studying, he could only assume that you spent some time getting yourself ready for him to get home from practice to start the show due to how strong your scent was. 

He needed to shower, wash the sweat and grime off of his skin since he hadn’t showered at R.A.D. You hated when outside clothes touched your sheets, but he needed to smell more of you and you’d mentioned once that you didn’t mind his after-practice smell so he was going to opt to shower before he finally went to sleep. Right now he needed to welcome himself back into your presence so he could truly settle down and go to bed. 

You were so pretty, wearing one of his muscle shirts and some sleep shorts - enough to not freeze in your bedroom but easy to move around and provide him the access he needed to bring you the pleasure he promised you. It’s easy for him to slide his hands under through the arm holes of the shirt and cup your breasts, his thumbs rolling over your pebbling nipples as his mouth gently kisses at your skin. You’d showered before getting into bed, your skin smelling fresh and tasting clean - perfect for him to nuzzle into and try to rub some of his smell onto you to help keep his brothers at bay. You shift a bit, forcing him to reluctantly pull away just in case you were waking up, only to watch as your leg bends upwards and overwhelming his nose with your arousal. He couldn’t wait any longer to taste you, and that has him moving carefully down your body to your legs so he could get to his late night snack.

A small whine is muffled by the pillow, bringing him only a moment of pause without caring if you did or didn’t wake up. He just wouldn't want you to be scared by the additional body in your bed that wasn’t there when you had gone to sleep. 

“It’s just me,” he whispers against your thigh, peppering gentle kisses along your skin until he gets to the edge of your shorts. “Only me.”

And your body is pliant to his hands as he pulls the silky material down your legs to reveal your center, your limbs relaxed as his thumb trails along your glistening slit and dips between your folds with a quiet squelch. So wet, and just for him. How lucky that this was his treat at the end of every day, something he didn’t have to share and could devour as often as he wanted with the only concern being overstimulating your cute little body. 

But right now, it wasn’t about being greedy. All he needed was to taste. He could make you cum on his fingers and tongue then take that essence with him into the shower so he could finish himself off there and keep from disturbing you further - the perfect plan. That was, until his tongue dragged up your slit to your waiting hole and he got his prize. There was no stepping away when you tasted so good, he knew better than to think he could walk away with only a taste. 

His mouth practically suctions itself to your pussy, his tongue fucking into your delicious sweetness while his fingers play with your clit. He loved this, he loved you, and wanted to maximize this time he got where he had all of your attention. No brothers, no school, nothing in your head except the pleasure that he was providing you while you slept. He knew you dreamt of him often, so to dream of him eating you out only to wake up to a messy pussy and satisfied Beel would be quite the surprise for you - perhaps even a dream come true. 

He’s not sure how long he’d been there by the time the fruits of your second orgasm coated his lips, but he’s painfully hard and his hips are seeking any kind of relief in the plush mattress. This should be when he goes to the shower, gets himself off without bothering you further. You had a long day, you deserved the uninterrupted rest. But you’re already so wet and his cock is leaking precum, why waste his previous efforts? He wouldn’t even need to penetrate, that was an unnecessary risk of hurting you anyway, he could just grind against you to get off. Outercourse had been  your primary method of sexual gratification until you both felt confident enough to try penetration and was still actively part of your sex life because sometimes you just couldn’t take him.

A little extra lube from the nightstand drizzled on your pretty ass definitely helped with the glide of his cock along your slit and between your cheeks. Nice and easy, a slow pace to prevent jostling your body too much and he truly enjoyed the sight of his cock separating your cheeks and wanted to commit the sight to memory. And it feels great, you always felt so wonderful against him, but he needed more. Needed to feel you around him, velvety walls squeezing even just his head would be enough. 

So his hands slide down, moving to a position where he can use his thumbs to spread your folds and give him the view he wanted of your hole clenching around nothing as he sits back to line his length up. Just the size comparison of his cock to your little hole made him feel so much bigger than you already did in your day-to-day life together, the way he literally stretched you open and nearly split you in half whenever he got to rut inside you was something special - truly an honor. His little human girlfriend, so tiny and would be more than easy to break but trusted him not to do just that. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, knowing you’d wake up feeling less than comfortable as he pushes the blunt tip of his cock into your hole. But there wasn’t any school, it’d be okay for you to be in bed all day - which is exactly where you would be considering how he’d already gotten the head pushed in without even realizing how easily his length was sinking into your relaxed body. But he couldn’t stop, not now. Not when you felt so warm and wet and looked so beautifully relaxed beneath him. Instead his hand arm loops around your hip, his fingers searching for your clit in hopes that he could make you cum again and squeeze his cock tighter.

This would be one of the rare few times he managed to get himself buried to the hilt inside you without seeing your face scrunch up in discomfort or needing to go impossibly slow to allow you time to adjust to him. As asleep as you were, your body simply accepted the intrusion with nothing more than a sigh leaving those pretty lips as you continued to sleep beneath him. All he needed to do was be gentle, that was all. He could do that.

Until you said his name. 

“Beel,” leaving your lips in a dreamy sigh accompanied by an attempt to adjust your position (perhaps to try to snuggle closer to him). All it really did was push your hips back against his, and he can’t ask himself to hold back any longer. Not when you were wearing his shirt and begging him for more.

“I know,” he whispers, continuing to rock his hips into yours while lowering his body to properly cage you in between his frame and the mattress. The slow grind of his hips against your ass make him feel like he’s getting swallowed by your cunt, his glans stroking those innermost parts of you that have you mewling for him even in your sleep as your walls throb around him to signal another orgasm approaching. 

“‘M gonna fill you, okay?” His whisper into your ear comes with a punctuated thrust that produces a choked breath from you, but he’s too close to his peak to be bothered. You were still sleeping soundly, so it couldn’t have been that bad. He was almost there anyway, you could take a couple rough thrusts for him.  “Gonna fill you and then do it again in the morning.”

You’d like that, at least you had before. Waking up to his fingers trying to stretch you open, or the tip of his cock prodding at your tight entrance because he was so impatient that he couldn’t wait for you to wake up to indulge in the pleasures of your body. It wouldn’t even be too bad of a stretch, considering he was already so deep in you that your body wouldn’t have to try much harder to take him in just a few hours. Just thinking about you waking up to him fucking another load of his cum into you was enough to send him over that edge; his eyes shut tight while his teeth cut into the fragile skin of your shoulder to muffle his pleasured groans as his cum fills you.

The coppery taste on his tongue is added to his list of things to worry about in the morning, because getting out of bed - or even opening his eyes - wasn’t really an option after filling you like that. Now is when he should pull out, go take a shower and clean himself up, come back with a cool wet washcloth to clean you up and help soothe the ache before you’re awake to truly feel it. But your bed is comfortable and being wrapped around you like this with his cock still nestled deep inside was his own personal heaven, getting out of bed wasn’t going to happen.

He’d endure your feelings about it in the morning, or possibly fuck the negativity out of you. Time would tell.

[devildom-moss]

Hello, could you write a scenario for Diavolo and a chubby f!mc who's really shy and self conscious, in which he helps her be more confident, specially in bed. Thank you and have a good day/night!

Thank you for the request. I'm sorry this took way longer than I hoped. But, it is relatively long. I got too into the plot, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. I tried.

Diavolo giving chubby f!mc a confidence boost

(Diavolo x f!MC)

(NSFW) (NSFW tags: slightly sub!Diavolo, afab!MC, begging, praise, oral - receiving, multiple orgasm, face riding, overstimulation, mild foodplay why do I keep doing this to him??) (other stuff: plot heavy!, "my love" used on MC, negative body image and low self-esteem, food guilt mentions)

Word Count: +4,300

Diavolo had brought you to another fancy party. One of the nobles from out of town had invited him to a massive resort; they also provided a hotel room for each guest and their plus one – should they decide to bring someone. Diavolo was determined to whisk you away and ensure that you enjoyed your time with him. He even bought you an outfit prior to your trip. It was gorgeous (perhaps because Barbatos and Asmo had assisted him with procuring an outfit complete with accessories). Although the outfit was primarily black, there were hints of your current favorite (chromatic) color in some of the details. Diavolo had put so much thought into this.

So, you were disappointed in yourself when you changed and stared, dejected, into the mirror. Everything fit perfectly, but when you looked at yourself, it felt like maybe you didn’t fit them properly. It was too late to get another outfit, so you would have to stomach (poor wording – you didn’t really want to think about your stomach) walking into the party while feeling like this.

You let out a shaky breath and firmly placed a (figurative) mask on – this, too, fit you perfectly. So much so that Diavolo beamed cluelessly at you when you stepped out of the hotel room.

“You are stunning.” Diavolo grinned and pulled you against him by your hips. His hands were wandering lower than they should have in that hotel hallway, but Barbatos wasn’t there, and you indulged his eager hands while no one was around to see you two. It gave you a moment to stare at him in all his glory. He was so handsome, and his suit accentuated his broad chest and shoulders. You couldn’t admit it to his face, but the thought of getting him out of that suit slipped into your mind and eased some of the anxiety you were feeling.

When Diavolo finally let you out of his grasp, you told him, “You look even more stunning.”

“Impossible!” Diavolo protested. Still, he was happy you liked how he looked. He locked the door behind you and carried his grin all the way downstairs to the venue.

You noticed that Diavolo was turning heads with his presence – which wasn’t surprising. How sad and insignificant you must seem standing next to him. Eventually, he found the host of the party and greeted them. A small circle of nobles – the kind whose centuries of age came out in their mannerisms and ideology – who practically screamed “bitter old man” – surrounded you both.

One of them, who was particularly distasteful already, added to his poor first impression when he whistled at one of the incubus girls at the party. He leaned into Diavolo and said, “What a body on that one. She’s almost as sexy as Maddi. Speaking of Maddi, wasn’t she chasing after you for decades? You get attention from the most gorgeous witches and demons. What’s your secret?”

He had neglected to add humans into the category of gorgeous people Diavolo attracted. Even coming from a disgusting worm of a demon like this guy, it kind of hurt.

“I don’t know if I would say all that, but I definitely attracted a beautiful lover.” Diavolo smiled at you and held your gaze. “I don’t know how I’m this lucky.”

“Certainly.” The worm-demon waved off Diavolo’s affection for you with a single word spewed from his easy-to-mistake-for-the-ass-end-of-the-body mouth. Quite frankly, Diavolo couldn’t stand the guy, either, so he was eager to get you away from there.

Diavolo pulled you deeper into the party. You had only made it into what could be considered the foyer before you had stopped. The main course was in the following room. Well, actually, this party had skipped the main course and gone straight to dessert.

A sweet smell hit your nose seconds before you walked into the room. It wasn’t a cohesive sweetness, but a mixture of them colliding chaotically. Massive tables were lined with a variety of cakes in slices and small shapes – some more ornate than others. The waiters were wandering the room and tables, offering numerous, gorgeous-looking drinks. Beelzebub would love this – although he would ultimately ruin the party with his bottomless appetite. Asmo would be Devilgramming everything. Luke, Simeon, and Barbatos would probably enjoy this, too – although this was hardly a good environment for Luke. Still, this wasn’t what you were expecting.

“What kind of party is this?” you asked Diavolo.

“One of the executives for Madam Scream’s is celebrating a prosperous first half of the fiscal year. They’re showcasing some of the most popular flavors this year. They’re even offering a first look at next season’s new and limited-edition cake options. It was no easy feat to acquire some of the seasonal ingredients in preparation for tonight’s events. I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks, but I wanted to surprise you.”

You could tell from the outpour of information that Diavolo was excited about this. After all, Madam Scream’s success owed a good deal to Diavolo’s hard work to improve the Devildom (and also Beel’s stomach). It was impossible not to stare at him affectionately as he spoke.

“I was told by the host that they’ll be offering indignation cinnamon pudding cake. Apparently, you have pudding cake in the human world. It’s pudding and a cake in one dessert. Isn’t that delightful? We have to try some.”

You nodded. He looked so happy that you couldn’t focus on anything else – not even how you looked.

Diavolo led you to a secluded table off to the corner and encouraged you to sit while he went on a mission to retrieve the cake. Luckily, the awkwardness of sitting alone in a corner in an outfit you weren’t entirely comfortable in was interrupted by a familiar, grating chuckle.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite human.”

“Mephisto – my favorite,” you paused and stood to your feet, “I didn’t think this through.”

Mephisto took your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles playfully. “I suppose you can’t call me your favorite demon while you’re dating the magnificent Lord Diavolo himself.”

“I don’t think you’d let me say that even as a joke,” you teased. Mephisto was one of those people who – once you got to know him – found a way to distract you from whatever you were worrying about. Perhaps because he wasn’t one to sit in silence for long. He always had some conversation starter tucked away in his back pocket.

“I’m a journalist. I can’t just let you lie to my face without fact-checking you.”

“So professional.” You rolled your eyes and pulled out a chair for him, leaving one empty seat for Diavolo between the two of you.

Diavolo returned, and his arms were loaded with different cakes. Mephisto’s eyes widened. “You’re going all in today, my Lord.”

“Absolutely. I’m not passing up an opportunity to try a bunch of cake with my gorgeous lover.” Diavolo placed the cakes on the table with a surprising lack of trouble before he placed a kiss on your cheek. “Have you tried any of the cake yet, Mephisto?”

“Yes, my Lord. The best so far was a Demonus cheesecake. It was coated in a chocolate Demonus glaze – absolutely divine. You could tell they weren’t using the cheap stuff, either.”

“I don’t think I grabbed that one yet. I’ll have to try it, but first,” Diavolo paused to place a forkful of the pudding cake he was so excited about in front of your face, “say ‘ah’ please, my love.”

You complied. Sweetness hit your tongue, and with it, a sharp sting of shame. It was so easy to indulge Diavolo that you were letting him feed you cake in public – right in front of Mephisto, no less. And there was so much cake there. You covered your mouth as you chewed. It felt as if multiple demon nobles were staring at you.

“How is it?” Diavolo asked.

“It’s good,” you answered unenthusiastically.

Diavolo shrugged it off as a personal preference and took a bite for himself. “Good? This is amazing! I must ask Barbatos to try to recreate this back at the castle.”

“Go ahead and eat the rest, then.”

“Are you sure?”

“You looked so happy after that first bite; of course, I’m sure.” Diavolo didn’t hesitate to take another bite. And another.

“MC,” Mephisto chimed in, sliding a light blue cake towards you as Diavolo enjoyed his pudding cake. “Try this one: blue hell rose milk tea tiramisu. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“No, thank you.” You sensed even more judgmental eyes on you.

Diavolo pulled a glossy apple-shaped cake towards him and cut into it with a fork, revealing layers of spiced cake, caramelized apples, and mousse with vanilla bean specks. He brought the cake up to your lips as he had before. This time, you denied him.

“I’m not a fan of apples,” you lied.

Diavolo looked dejected and put the fork down. He grabbed another piece of cake and used the spare fork to bring this one to your lips. “What about this one? It’s black salted caramel cake topped with rainbow toffee bits. Isn’t that whimsical?”

You could hardly hear him through the feeling of demons staring at you. Something just snapped.

“I don’t want the damn cake!” you raised your voice and shot out of your seat. Mephisto and Diavolo stared at you, shocked and concerned. Embarrassed, you apologized and rushed out of the party and back to your and Diavolo’s shared room.

Diavolo stood up to go after you.

“Are you sure you want to leave, too? Maybe you should give her a chance to calm down before you intrude,” Mephisto offered his unsolicited advice.

“I have to go.”

“You don’t have to.”

“No, I have to. She didn’t get the key from me.” Diavolo held out the room key for Mephisto to see and walked away. Before he left the venue, he quickly grabbed a slice of the cheesecake Mephisto had recommended. He spoke to himself: “I’m just going to bring this with me.”

Besides, he was the prince of the Devildom. Even if he wasn’t supposed to take the cake upstairs, who was going to stop him?

Diavolo found you sitting in front of the room with your head buried in your arms. He kneeled down next to you.

“Hey, my love,” he called out before he placed a firm hand on your shoulder, so worried that he’d frighten you if he just touched you without you knowing he was there.

“Can you please just open the door?” you asked without lifting your head. This was so embarrassing.

He unlocked the door, but you didn’t move. You didn’t want to look at him; you must seem so ridiculous. You imagined the confusion and pity in his eyes as he was staring down at you. Maybe he was regretting even bringing you along. He could have gone with anyone else and enjoyed his time and his cake without you being self-conscious and ruining his night.

“You can go back to the party.” Maybe Diavolo could salvage a bit of his night if he left you to sulk and feel bad about yourself from the comfort of your hotel room.

“I did all the mingling I needed to do. I’d like to stay – if you’ll let me.” When you looked up, Diavolo was offering you his free hand. You took his hand, and that was all he needed.

Once the door was shut, Diavolo sat down on the bed, placing his cheesecake on the coffee table nearby. He pat the spot next to him. “MC, what happened? Do you suddenly hate cake?”

“I didn’t want to eat the cake. I know some of those nobles were looking at me. If I ate the cake, they were going to think, ‘oh of course. That’s how she got like that. No wonder she doesn’t have a nice body like that incubus or like Maddi.’ It’s humiliating. And this outfit doesn’t help. I feel so exposed.”

Diavolo’s heart broke. You could see it in his eyes. His face was stern as he told you, “Your body is divine.”

“You have to think that. You already like me.”

“Does my opinion not matter?” He sounded so hurt.

“It does, but it’s not enough to feel confident when I step into a room. And it’s not enough to change my opinion.”

“You know, most demons won’t compliment you because no one would dare admit how gorgeous you are in front of me. Believe me, I’m not the only one who lusts after your body.”

Diavolo kissed your hand – his eyes burning. He kissed up your arm. “Mephisto relayed some of their comments in the past – he actually recorded them because he was too ashamed to repeat them. Would you like to know what they’ve said?”

Diavolo’s hot breath hit your neck, and you shivered. You didn’t believe that any random demon – especially not the types Mephisto typically associated with – would look at you like that. Part of you was curious, but Diavolo refused to wait for your curiosity to get the better of you. He straddled your lap, and leaned over you so he could whisper in your ear.

“‘I would let her crush me with those thighs just to get between them for a minute.’” Diavolo repeated the words of another demon so seductively. He continued with a mischievous smirk, “‘she could try to asphyxiate me with my tail, and I’d still try to smash.’ Even more depraved: ‘I would let her break off my horns and fuck me with them just to eat her out.’”

You shook your head. “Perverts.”

“They are demons after all.” Diavolo pulled back and stared down at you. “I know it won’t fix everything, but let me show you how beautiful you are to me.”

“I don’t know. I have a lot I need to work on before I feel confident.”

“Please?” Diavolo begged. “Please. I want you so bad that I’m having trouble controlling myself.”

The realization hit. The dirty thoughts he had just repeated weren’t unlike the thoughts running through his own head. He started kissing your neck. With a low growl, his hot breath grazed your skin before he slowly sank to his knees and stared up at you, eyes pleading.

“Please, let me make you feel good.” The need in Diavolo’s eyes made the breath catch in your throat. You wanted him almost as much as he craved you – and the firm rubbing of his hands up and down your thighs wasn’t making you any less desperate for him.

“Can we dim the lights at least?” He could at least do you the favor of giving you something to hide behind.

“Please don’t make me. I want to see every inch of you clearly while I do this.” The affection in his voice was thick and heavy. You couldn’t deny him, even if you were nervous. Diavolo kissed up your clothed thighs. Even through the fabric, you could feel the warmth of his breath. Both of his hands squeezed the tops of your thighs. “Can I? Please?”

“Yes,” you agreed, swallowing any hesitation for him.

Diavolo rose and made quick work of stripping you down to your underwear (which had, fortunately for him, been picked out by Asmo). You looked so sexy. Diavolo took a minute to admire you. It made you feel anxious – as if he was appraising you. However, considering how much the sight of you turned him on, this was less appraisal and more awe. A content sigh left his lips before he leaned in, his body pressed against your chest. He quickly unhooked your bra, sliding one strap off your shoulder with his hand and pulling the other one down with his teeth.

Your shyness resurfaced, and you held the bra to your body, creating a larger space between you and Diavolo. He pouted and gently touched your forearm.

“Please don’t hide. I want to see all of your body.”

“Even if they aren’t –”

Diavolo didn’t even let you finish your sentence before his hands were on either side of your face and his lips were on yours. Despite his desperation, Diavolo made an effort to make the kiss gentle and slow. When he pulled away, you were so pacified that he got in the next words. “My love, they’re tits – your tits. I’m going to love them regardless. So, please show me.”

You hesitated, and Diavolo sighed. He removed his jacket and tie, tossing them on the floor, before he started to unbutton his shirt. “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”

“That’s hardly fair.” You held the fabric closer to your body. Diavolo was gorgeous and built.

“That’s true. You’re so much sexier when you’re shirtless than I am, but if showing you my body distracts you enough to let me see all of you, then I’m happy to feel like your eye candy for a bit. Besides, if you let me continue, I should probably be shirtless anyway. I want to make a mess of you.”

Maybe seeing how muscular Diavolo was didn’t help your self-esteem right now, but between his eagerness and that sexy offer, your horniness was winning. You put your arms down. Diavolo grinned.

“Thank you.” Diavolo repeated his gratitude between kisses down your sternum. He removed the bra completely and tossed it aside. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

Diavolo nuzzled against you briefly before his tongue found one of your nipples. He swirled his tongue around you and sucked gently, savoring every reaction. You were so pretty like this that he could hardly wait to skip to dessert. The shiver up your spine felt contradictory to the heat of his mouth on you. Your hands snaked into his hair, scratching his scalp gently and earning a sweet moan against your skin. Diavolo swirled his tongue around you gently once more before he slowly pulled away. Teasingly, he blew on your saliva coated nipple. The gasp he pulled out of you was intoxicating.

He continued to kiss down your body as he slid back on his knees. As his hands busied themselves by massaging your thighs, Diavolo gently bit some of the fat on your stomach.

“Don’t,” you whined. The pleasure he was giving you still fought with your insecurity. “It’s embarrassing.”

Diavolo stared up at you in confusion, “why?”

“I have rolls, and you biting them only makes me more aware of them.”

“Most people have rolls. I have rolls, too. See, when I lean into you,” Diavolo made a point to get so close between your legs that his lips were practically touching the fabric of your panties as he spoke, “I have them too.”

You could only see them slightly from that angle – not to mention how hard it was to even think straight with his hot breath so close to you.

“I love your body – so much. Can’t you let your adoring boyfriend kiss and bite your stomach a little bit? It’s so cute and soft.” Those sad, pleading eyes had returned.

Damn this man. He could get away with anything. You nodded, and with a smile, Diavolo placed a kiss on your stomach. He then lowered himself back between your legs. As much as he wanted to dig in, he couldn’t resist marking up those thick thighs he adored so much. Occasionally, as he had done before, when Diavolo pulled away from your skin, he would blow on the residual saliva.

With your thighs marked to both of your satisfaction, Diavolo wanted to give you what he knew you were craving. He noticed the wet spot forming on the fabric. Although he wouldn’t admit it to avoid embarrassing you further, Diavolo could even smell your arousal – and it only made him want you more. He looked up at you with those puppy-dog eyes again and begged, “can I, please?”

You nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him.

“Tell me what you want from me. You can even be a little bossy about it.” Diavolo smiled shyly. He was so cute, you wanted to indulge him as much as you wanted him to indulge you.

“Eat me out, Diavolo,” you demanded, snaking your hand into his hair and gently tugging his head back so he was staring up at you. A small surge of power and confidence jolted through you.

Diavolo grinned and sighed contentedly. “You are so fucking hot.”

Diavolo used his teeth to drag your panties down to your knees before pulling them off with his hands. You could feel the urgency as they slid down your calves. Diavolo licked his lips – the only sign of admiration his desperate lust would afford him.

Wet noises filled the room as he alternated between gently licking your clit and lapping up your juices – occasionally twisting his tongue into you. He felt so good that you couldn’t resist grinding into him, which only made him chuckle – sending vibrations against you. He loved knowing that he was making you feel good. Diavolo flicked his tongue over you. Panting, eyes squeezed tight, and nearing your climax, your hands found Diavolo’s hair. You pulled him closer.

“You taste so good. Cum on my tongue, please,” Diavolo begged while licking you. “Use me.”

The waves of pleasure overcame you, and the way Diavolo’s eyes darted up to stare at you – clouded with lust and affection – pushed you over the edge. You fell back against the bed, biting your lip to muffle your moaning.

You expected Diavolo to stop, but he kept going with the same eagerness as before. It wasn’t long before you were writhing. Your back arched off the bed slightly as that attentive tongue of his pushed you into your second orgasm. This time, you couldn’t stifle your moans. Still, Diavolo didn’t stop. You whimpered and pulled on his hair – less gently this time.

“Wait,” you demanded. “It’s too much.”

A low growl emitted from Diavolo’s lips as he reluctantly pulled away. He could have stayed between your legs for hours. His disappointment was short-lived as he remembered something.

“Can you indulge me a bit more?” Diavolo rested his cheek against your thigh and stared up at you. “Pretty please?”

“How so?” You narrowed your eyes.

Diavolo stood up and grabbed the cake. Confused, you watched him lay down in bed on his back and set the plate of cake on his stomach. You weren’t getting it, and when you didn’t move from your spot at the edge of the bed, Diavolo sat up slightly on his elbows, still balancing the cake on his abdomen. He looked at you coyly before admitting, “I want you to sit on my face. Let me eat you out while you eat this cake, please?”

You were worried and hesitant, but he begged so well. No one else could make the prince of the Devildom beg like you.

“Mephisto said it was divine. Just enjoy your dessert while I enjoy mine.”

You really couldn’t deny him. And you weren’t as sensitive as you were a minute ago.

You got up and positioned yourself over Diavolo, nervously. He thanked you and pulled you closer by the thighs, bringing his lips right up to your pussy.

“I want to make you feel good, so don’t you dare hover.” For once, Diavolo was making demands of his own instead of begging you. But with how good his mouth felt, you couldn’t fault him for being pushy.

Somehow, the fork had stayed on the plate with the cake even with Diavolo’s movements. You took a small bite, savoring the taste. This time, when the sweetness hit your tongue, there was no guilt or shame to accompany it. It was all pleasure. Mephisto was right; the cake was delicious. But if he wanted divine, he should try it while getting eaten out. You rolled your hips against Diavolo’s face, and you could feel him smile against you. Gently, Diavolo drew a heart on the side of your thigh, his nail dragging slowly along your skin.

He was being so good to you that you wanted to reward him somehow. You swiped two fingers along the top of the cheesecake, coating your hands in the silky chocolate Demonus glaze. You drew a heart on Diavolo’s abs and leaned over to lick it off him, earning a deep moan that shook you to your core.

You managed another two bites before Diavolo pushed you over the edge again. Your legs were trembling, and you could hardly sit up anymore. Yet again, Diavolo didn’t stop. You were starting to feel overstimulated again.

“Diavolo,” you cautioned him breathlessly.

“Please, just one more?” Diavolo’s sweet pleas reverberated against you.

It felt too good. You couldn’t even lift the fork to your lips to try to eat, so you pushed the cake aside on the bed. As he inched you closer and closer, all you could do was lean over with your chest flush against him. You were so close to the massive bulge in his pants. Maybe you couldn’t even sit up, but you could reward some of Diavolo’s hard work. You rubbed his crotch, feeling how hard he was just from eating you out. His grip on your thighs tightened enthusiastically.

Your moaning hit a fever pitch as Diavolo made you cum once more. With any luck, your neighbors were still down at the party. Left a panting, twitching mess, you barely had the energy to move. While you tried to regain some strength, Diavolo gently licked you clean – sending aftershocks of pleasure up your already spent body. By the time he finished, you could hardly roll over and collapse on the bed next to him.

Pleased with his work, Diavolo chuckled and crawled over you. He kissed you so you could taste yourself on his lips. The taste of the cake was still in your mouth. When Diavolo pulled back he smiled at you. “Somehow, I still prefer your cake to anything else I’ve eaten all night.”

You were too exhausted to roll your eyes. Diavolo laid next to you and held your hand, rubbing circles over your knuckles.

“You are so beautiful.” He caressed your face.

At least for right now, you believed him.

[snowb3rryy]

Lucifer x F!MC

Unexpected Expectations Part 2 ♡

This part will be almost purely smut. Make sure to check the first part:

Warnings: Smut so minors DNI.

It contains: Spanking, Blindfold, butt plug, cowgirl.

Trigger Warning for mild use of safe word

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- Lucifer?!

<<I immediately close my legs and cover myself with the bedsheets. He smiles wickedly.>>

Lucifer: What are you covering exactly? Are you suddenly embarrassed?

<<He walks closer to the bed and eventually sits beside me. He caresses my still panicked face. I didn't expect my heartbeat to go faster than it already was.>>

Lucifer: It seems like, you missed me too much. I can't lie, I did to... as you already know.

<<He smirks and I take his hand.>>

- It's been too long Lucifer, I want you

<<I kneel on the bed and the bed sheets fall beside me. He holds me from my waist and he kisses me.>>

Lucifer: Then, I shall give you what you want. Will you give me permission to do as I please with you?

- Yes

<<I reply before he even got to finish his sentence. >>

Lucifer: What's your safe word?

- Green when everything is fine, Yellow when I feel uncomfortable and you switch the position, Red when I want you to stop completely. Come on Lucifer you know I remember them, hurry.

Lucifer: No, it's important to check and you know it. Now... come in front of me and lay on my lap, alright?

<<I nod and I do exactly as he says, I know exactly what's coming.>>

Lucifer: Now tell me, why did you use that toy? Were you simply aroused or as an substitute to me fucking you?

- The... the second one.

Lucifer: You know, I don't mind you using toys yet, I do get upset when your body asks for me and you limit yourself to that silicone thing... How many do you think you deserve to get your lesson? 10? 20?..

100?

- 100? Lucifer... maybe 5..

Lucifer: 5? *he laughs menacingly as he puts his hand on my buttcheek and caresses it.* 5 is too little... maybe let's start with 15 and I'll judge if you need more...discipline.

<<Lucifer starts spanking me and makes me count them, one by one. With every one he gets rougher, while I get wetter. 17..18.. 19..>>

Lucifer: 20? Did you say 20? Hmm... too early. Start from 0, again.

<<He slaps my butt once more and I start to count again, until I reach 20. At this point I barely feel my buttcheek and I know for a fact my liquids stained his pants.>>

Lucifer: Good girl, you took all 40, you're making me very happy.

<<He takes a deep breath and he orders me to stand up. He asks me my color. I reply with "Green" and he smiles and kisses my cheek.>>

Lucifer: Now, get up and take off your bra and panties and stand with your tits against the wall by the window.

<<I blush a bit and I remove my underwear and follow his orders. I press my front on the cold wall and I feel my nipples get tingly. I arch my lower back a bit and he rests his hand on my hip. Lucifer stays behind me while still wearing all of his clothes.>>

Lucifer: Is this alright, dear?

<<Lucifer puts a blindfold over my eyes.>>

- Yes, I think I like were this is going.

Lucifer: Good. Now how about this?

<<Lucifer moves a butt plug on my ass. After I reply positively, he puts it in and kisses my neck.>>

Lucifer: I won't put a gag in your mouth this time. Since I can't see your expression, I want you to use your words. I want you to take your hands and put them up against the wall until I say otherwise.

<<With that order, I hear Lucifer taking off his shirt and unzipping his pants. I feel his two fingers move up and down from my clit to my vagina.>>

Lucifer: Do you like being under my control so much, or is it simply because of the anticipation of being filled by my cock after a month?

- Don't act like you don't get me like this everytime. You know I'm a mess for you everytime.

<<Lucifer chuckles and turns my head slightly to kiss me. He whispers "I love you" and I feel his cock enter me slowly. From the tip to the base and back out again fully. His almost animalistic grunts are already filling the room as I myself feel that sensation that's driving me crazy, that makes my body immediately bend in half. Lucifer starts with slow and soft thrusts while his hands hold my hips. I need to feel more of him so I start to move myself back against him and he immediately gets his right hand off of my hip and grabs my neck.>>

Lucifer: I don't think I said "move your hips" now, did I?

- Sorry.. Can you go faster, Lucifer?

Lucifer: I would if you asked first but since you didn't...

<<He pulls out and makes me get on my knees.>>

Lucifer: Earn it.

<<With my hands I try to locate his cock and I immediately take him in my mouth. At first just the tip while I softly suck it and lick it with my tongue.>>

Lucifer: Deeper

<<As he says that, he puts his hand on my head and moves it so that his whole dick, well most of it, gets in for as much as I can take. I choke and cough but try my best to suck him from tip to base while tears run from my eyes and wet the blindfold.>>

- Yellow

<<I say after almost 5 tries. As much as I want, it's almost unbearable for me right now. Maybe the lack of vision, maybe the sudden change too>>

<<Lucifer immediately pulls away and helps me up>>

Lucifer: Alright darling. You did very good. Do you want to stop or continue?

- Continue, please.

Lucifer: Of course

<<He kisses me and he puts me against the wall once again. He presses the button on the butt plug and it starts to vibrate and slowly move inside me.>>

- Ooh fuck~

<<Is all I can say as I feel the sensations burst inside me. My body feels so good yet the emptiness of my pussy is devastating.>>

- Lucifer, put it in please.

<<Without a word, he puts it in forcefully and he lets out a low moan. I arch my back as my body gets excited. Lucifer takes his hand and softly chokes me exactly as I like it while the pace of his thrusts rises. I smile to myself from satisfaction and whimper. Lucifer slowly let's go of my neck and he gets both of his hands on my breasts and he flicks and pinches my nipples in-between of him squeezing them. I immediately lose my mind and my body moves on its own.>>

<<Lucifer then takes off my blindfold with one hand, he pulls out for a second and turns me around quickly. He helps me put my legs by his sides and he holds them up with his hands as he starts to thrust once more. With the first one, I feel him hitting my sweet spot.>>

- Yes yes Lucifer, right there, please do that again

<<Lucifer smiles and he keeps hitting my spot repeatedly. At the same time he lockes his gaze with mine and smiles at me. I hold on to him by putting my hands on his shoulders. As I get closer I warn him and I grip tightly on him. He keeps the pace up as I like it and as I'm about to cum, he puts his mouth on mine and my orgasm hits at the same time. My lower body trembles and that orgasm lasts for a few seconds more than usual.>>

Lucifer: Come on, you can do it once more.

<< He says as he takes me to the bed and start to fuck me senseless as he chases his own orgasm. I put my hand on my clit as I feel indeed a second wave coming soon.>>

<<Lucifer calls out my name and I start to feel his cock throbbing inside me, yet he did want me to cum once more so aftee a few seconds he darkens his eyes and he moves fast again, not caring that he just came, so that I can go again. His cock is still hard, it has more to give.>>

- My turn

<<In adrenaline rush, as I'm wrapped around him, I manage to turn him over and I am now sitting on him. I position myself correctly and I start to move on him in cowgirl position. Lucifer chuckles impressed, even though it's not the first time this happened. I put my hands on the headboard and move my hips desperate to cum once more. Lucifer moves himself up and down too and that combination is thankfully getting us off pretty fast. My legs give out as I orgasm and I fall on top of him as I feel him filling me up once more.>>

Lucifer: Shower?

- I can't move my legs right now

Lucifer: We're sweaty and your thighs are full of my cum dripping out of you.

- Carry me then

Lucifer: Is that a proper way to ask for something?

- Yes, I'm tired right now that's the best you'll get

<<I frown and bury my head on his neck as I feel him moving my body a bit upwarss so that he can pull out. Needless to say apart from a bath, we need to change the bedsheets too>>

- Ugh, I don't want to deal with this.

Lucifer: Why don't we turn on the jacuzzi and lay there for as long as you'll like?

<<I nod and I indeed get him to carry me all the way inside the jaccuzi. He's a strong demon afterall so my weight is nothing to him.>>

<<I lay in his arms on the jaccuzi and it's so warm and comfortable I want to stay here forever>>

- I think I might just sleep as well

Lucifer: Mm, you should yes... I'll hold you all the time so, sleep my love.

[sorastage]

satan’s catgirl.

be belphegor’s cowgirl

satan was reading a… very informative book one day and it gave him a great idea. he buys something off akuzon, and texts you.

(nsfw, smut, you perform oral, feminine clothing, you call him master, he calls himself master, he calls you dumb and kitten)

you’re so excited to see what it is that you spritz some perfume on yourself and slip into some green crocs and walk to his room.

you decide to knock.

“hey mc, just come inside.”

gaining his permission, you slink inside.

“soooo. gift. where?” you get straight to the point.

he points to a box on a stack of books.

“i hope you like it. i thought of you when i saw it. i’ll wait outside, get changed and call me back in whenever you’re ready.”

why is he leaving, he’s seen you change a bunch of times before…

before you can ask this question, the door shuts.

“might as well.” you reach for the box and open it.

…

alright.

even though you feel a little scared, you can’t shake this feeling of pure excitement.

as you wear these… clothes, you start to feel more and more confident. you even pull at your own tail.

since satan’s still waiting outside, you could wait in any position you want…

you decide to kneel down at the entrance so you can be the first thing he sees as he walks in.

sitting far enough to not be smacked by the door, you call out:

“satan… your catgirl is waiting for you.~”

the door flies open.

he shuts then locks the door before turning around.

his eyes dart around the room, not noticing you crawling up to him and pawing at his ankles, slowly making your way up.

“look down. is this what you wanted..?” you whisper.

“f-fuck, you decided to surprise me, huh? you naughty little-”

you cut him off by suddenly grabbing his dick through his trousers.

“permission to take this off… master?”

unable to speak anymore, he just nods.

you pull his trousers and underwear down and trace lines up and down his hardened cock, lightly blowing on it.

“s-stop being such a tease. use that mouth of yours for something good.” he grabs your head and shoves his entire length in your mouth.

“can’t talk anymore now huh? dumb kitten, you only know how to use that mouth to please your master.” he continues to mock you and all you can do is gag as tears threaten to fall from your eyes.

he pulls you back up and shoves you back down, continuing for a few minutes before he starts to whine incessantly.

“s-shit. good kittens swallow.” he mutters before releasing in your mouth.

you make sure to fulfil his request and open your mouth to prove it.

“you’re the best kitten… come here.” he pulls you up and lays you on the bed.

he peppers kisses all over your body, flips you over and yanks your tail, causing you to yelp.

he laughs before hooking his finger round your panties and pulling them off in a swift motion.

“i’ll make sure you mewl my name for hours.”

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i hope i’ll see you again ღ

thanks for reading ☆

[sassykattery]

Dollface Pt. 7

What's a smut fic in October without a lil monsterfucking?

CW: Main Character is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC shows body insecurity. Profanity. Smut scene: oral (f! receiving), piv, creampie. Use of gendered terms: reader called "Good girl" "little girl". Size kink. Monsterfucking.

The main character is afab, uses she/her pronouns. This story is meant to be somewhat curvy/plus-sized reader insert, but the main character is given a physical description, but it's not crucial to the story or mentioned often after Part 1.

Themes: Romance. Magic. Adventure. Sex. Smut. Diavolo x fem! MC.

Characters: Main Character. Diavolo. Satan. Mammon.

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Once he was in her room, he gently kicked the door shut and locked it. He walked over to her bed and laid her back against the mattress gently, like she was his most prized porcelain doll.

"I-I, um, want you like... like this," she stated. He hummed approvingly and nodded, walking away to turn off the light, but then she called out to him again. "You can leave it on..." She sounded uncertain.

"You're sure?" He walked back to her, standing in front of her knees that dangled off the edge of the bed.

She looked away and back at him.

"I've noticed you prefer this in the dark," he added.

"I just... I don't look like you or most other people, humans, I mean. I know I'm not conventionally attractive," she replied, sounding disheartened.

"Darling," he murmured, climbing on top of her. "Though you can't see, I can when we're in the dark. I see every inch of this form, and I truly love every curve and how soft you are. You have nothing to worry about." He kissed her sweetly then, his tongue lapping at hers before breaking away. "So, it is my duty, I believe, to worship you in hopes you'll believe me."

Slowly, he crawled back and then came off the bed. At his full height, he stood and began to strip. His chains and fur fell to the floor in a heap, followed by his harem pants and boots next to it. He stood like a god before her, and when he looked down at her, he could feel, with his heightened senses, her arousal bleaching him like the most illustrious perfume.

"You're so... ethereal," she declared in a whisper. He crawled on top of her again, nudging her up the bed to lay in the middle.

"I think you are better suited for such a word, my darling. Seeing you when you first wake up is a privilege. All of my love tied up in this one body before me. It's almost too much to think about how much I love and adore you."

Her eyes began to shine then, her emotions peaking with his words.

"I love you too," she mumbled, pulling him down for more kisses. He gladly gave them to her, feeling her touch all over his body.

And thus began a slow series of rolls and turns as he helped rid her of her sleepwear, tossing it all aside lackadaisically. Their hands continued to busy themselves with all the groping and grabbing, massaging and squeezing, that they could get. Her hands greedily went for his new appendages, his wings and horns, to explore their texture and discover their sensitivity. Anytime she grabbed his horn, he groaned and leaned into her touch. But when she caressed his wings, that made him moan outright, never letting another have him like this.

"What else can your magic do?" She asked playfully, looking at him with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

"Where have you always wanted to have sex at?" He asked in the same manner, grinning at her.

"Hmm..." she hummed thoughtfully. "I wouldn't mind maybe something like an under the stars thing."

"Close your eyes."

As told, she did, and then in the next moment, he tapped her shoulder.

Her eyes opened to see a dark sky glittering with so many stars she had never seen in her life. Plagued by light pollution and low viewing areas, she had never seen such a sky full of the galaxy she learned about. She could see stardust, twinkling and pulsating lights, brilliant arrays of colors. To the right and left were mountain ranges with snowcapped peaks. The air was fresh and quiet, the evening's serenade of fauna filling the emptiness.

And, of course, he was enthralled with her reaction, feeling her breathing nearly stop and her hands tighten their hold on him.

"Tell me you didn't just teleport us," she murmured, still gawking at the sky above.

He chuckled. "No, love. This is an illusion, but this is a real place I had been to in Japan and saw this very sky myself."

"It's beautiful." One of her hands reached down to feel her sheets still beneath them, but she couldn't see if they were laying on her bed or if they were on something else.

"I thought it was definitely one of the most beautiful things I'd seen in my lifetime," he replied in a murmur. "That was... until I met you."

She finally looked back at him, his golden eyes glittering.

"You continue to amaze me," she said, shaking her head.

"I haven't even shown you my best tricks yet," he murmured.

"Show me a little more," she mumbled before kissing him passionately, her hands coming to rest on either side of his head.

He groaned approvingly and reciprocated, eventually moving to her neck and the rest of her body, trailing down further and further until he stopped at her core.

"May I?" He asked, looking up at her and sliding her leg onto his shoulder.

She nodded and spread her other leg out for him. His dominant hand came to rub his fingers against her lower lips, spreading them open to gaze at the glistening slick accumulating there.

"I've been craving the taste of you for a while now. One taste is not enough," he commented before placing a kiss on her heat. She squirmed slightly, and her hand came to grip the sheets. He took that hand away and placed it on his head again. "Grab onto me instead," he commanded.

Lowering his head, he pressed his mouth against her spread cunt and began to lick it enthusiastically. His tongue took swipes at her clit, making her moan out, finally, with her hips bucking up into him. His other hand took hold of her hip, his thumb running back and forth across her skin. Her fingers curled into his fiery locks and pulled slightly. Seeing that as a clue of her enjoyment, he brought his lips up to suck her clit, his fingers moving away from her lips to drop lower and prod at her entrance. Feeling his finger get sucked in, he sunk in all the way to the hilt of his digit in one go.

"Ahh!" She called out, her face wrecked with pleasure already.

He moaned back to her, the sound vibrating against her heat. That only made her climb higher as the bliss lapped at her in waves. His finger then began to pump in and out, and soon enough, he added a second digit to start scissoring her open.

"Yes, yes, yes! Fuck! Diavolo you feel so good, fuck, I love you! I love this!" She began to actually babble for the first time. A rapturous smile adorned her face, and it sent his body racing with adrenaline to keep it going. With her like this, he couldn't stop anytime soon.

Taking away his hand, he tilted his face down slightly to sink his tongue into her quivering pussy. She twitched and slurred slightly, feeling his presence inside her. But what made her look down was when his tongue didn't stop sliding in. It felt enormously thick and longer, unlike what she had remembered from the first time they did this.

He kept his eyes on her, and when she had stared at him blankly for so long, he flicked the muscle against her walls, and she was sent to another level of pleasure. Her back arched deeply, and her other hand came to curl into his hair as well.

"Oh shit–" she gasped when she felt him wriggling more inside her. "Oh fuck, don't stop now. Pleeeeease don't stop. Whatever this is, keep going." Her voice had dropped in pitch and into a low groan. A burning fire started deep within her, a heat pooling in her center as he began fucking her with his tongue, sliding in and out and still continuously rubbing her walls incessantly.

Feeling brave, her hands finally took purchase of his horns, and the Demon Lord's eyes widened. The heat of her hands there, her essence on his tongue, bathing in her scent, it was all too much for him. His hips wanted to rut against the sheets, ready to take her, but he demonstrated great patience thus far; he wasn't going to ruin it now.

Diavolo took hold of her hips as he ravenously ate her out, bringing her closer and closer to ecstasy. Her body began to tremble as that singular flame in her core began to catch, spreading to the rest of her body. He noticed her breathing becoming shallow, little gasps escaping her throat between lewd moans. She was creaming around him, more of her slick coating his tongue. Her own body started to tigthen up, her thighs trying to collapse around his head.

"Please," she gasped, gripping his horns tighter. A traitorous tear ran down her cheek. His hands kept a death grip on her hips, seeking to bring her to her climax.

That's it, so close, he thought as he tried to sink his tongue as deep as it'd go into her pulsing cunt.

"Dia!" She gasped once more, heat dancing up her limbs and tracing back to her throbbing center. She cried as her orgasm overtook her, making her writhe under his hands, her thighs clamped around his head. Her cum flowed right onto his tongue and dripped out over his lips and chin. He drank every bit of her up, a growl vibrating in his chest at her sweet taste.

When her orgasm ceased, she instantly fell limp, breathing harshly and twitching. Finishing up his, well, "breakfast," he climbed up and laid himself on her, taking her weak arms and placing them over his shoulders to then hold her tightly. He gave her the time to recover as he listened to her breath rate slow, her heart not pounding quite so hard.

She hummed and turned her head, nuzzling his cheek. Lifting himself up, he looked down at her to find her gazing at him dreamily.

"That was a pretty good trick," she mumbled. He huffed air through his nose in amusement and kissed her cheek. Though, she became a bit more greedy as she kissed his lips, her legs wrapping around his waist.

"Naughty little girl," he grumbled against her lips. "Already wanting more?"

"I always want more of you," she whispered. Biting his earlobe, she whispered, "Fuck me, please."

"Mm, I thought you wanted me to make love to you," he murmured in reply, stroking her shoulders.

"There's a difference?" She asked naively.

"I would say there is," he answered somewhat thoughtfully. "So which is it?"

"Maybe a mix of both," she replied, looking up into his eyes then.

"Both it is," he agreed.

The Demon Lord started slow, kissing her everywhere available to him, trailing all over her body to physically show her his love for her form. He planted love bites where he saw fit, even one on her shoulder that could show if she wasn't careful. His hands rested nowhere, too busy caressing all her curves and enjoying the feel of her velvety soft skin beneath his fingertips.

"You'll never understand what this does for me," he murmured, kissing her neck again. "I cannot be convinced that you weren't made for me. Every bit of you sends my body aflame, makes my heart skip, my mind stutters. Your beauty knows no bounds, in my eyes."

She wasn't sure what to say then, but really, she didn't have to say anything with the way she looked at him so adoringly. He knew her feelings were mutual and true.

It then occurred to him that he forgot to mention something.

"Ah, um, I'm not sure if you noticed, but I'm quite different in this form," he stated matter-of-factly.

"Yes?" She agreed, confused by the statement.

"Well, that extends to all parts of me," he added, trying to hint at something.

Her eyes instantly flickered down and back up. "How different is it?" She asked, knowing what he meant.

"Mostly size," he admitted.

Her brows knitted together, and she looked askance. "Just when I was getting used to the other one..." she mumbled.

"Don't worry too much. I will still go slow, and you can tell me to stop," he added. He paused for a minute and caught her gaze again. "I don't want to hurt you, and I can change back anytime."

"Let's just try. I wasn't sure about taking you before, and I did it," she replied. He nodded and kissed her forehead.

"That's my good girl."

His dominant hand reached down between them again to start rubbing her clit, making her mewl and hum softly. Not making her wait much longer, he slid in two fingers and began pumping into her again. Her face was wrecked with pleasure once more while she tried to keep her focus on his face, as he did in return.

"That's it, baby, I'm going to open you up," he murmured to her.

She nodded, so he slowly added a third digit, making her squirm slightly at the stretch. Three of his fingers were easily more than four of hers. He felt her slick start to drip out of her, letting him know she was close.

"Dia," she whimpered, "Give me your cock."

And how could he say no? He was satisfied with his prep, so he pulled his hand away to start stroking his cock with it, covering it in her essence. Rubbing the fat head up and down her clit had her moaning loudly then. He caught onto her entrance after guiding it downward, groaning as he sank in.

"Fuck," he rasped, holding himself over her to watch her expression. Her eyes were wide but not panicked, just surprised. There was some resistance as the head popped in, but with one short thrust, he had slid more of his fat cock into her.

He realized she wasn't just looking at his face but all over, especially at his horns and wings.

"Is this what you wanted?" He asked, curious to her demeanor.

"Yes... Oh, sorry, I just... I'm sorry for staring," she finally looked away shamefully.

"No, please, look at me," he murmured, using his hand to guide her face forward again.

"This is what I wanted. It's amazing," she finally stated.

He smiled down at her and lowered himself back onto her, wrapping arms beneath her back. "Ready?"

She nodded. Slowly, he started thrusting again, his cock stretching her open even further. The burn was only temporary, as the more he pumped himself in, the easier it became.

"Oh fuck, you're so big," she finally whimpered, the initial shock wearing off.

"You're doing so good for me, baby, taking all of me," he groaned in her ear. She turned her head to kiss him. Her fingers dug into his biceps with her claw-like nails pressing crescents into his flesh deliciously, he thought. "So tight," he added with a wicked grin.

Thrust for thrust, he felt his nature wanting to take over. The pride said to make her squeal like never before, the demon said to fuck her until she passed out, and his own heart said he wanted to make sure this was all she would be able to think about for the rest of their days.

"Baby," he called to her in a husky tone. His wings stood on end as he started thrusting faster.

"Fuck me," she replied seemingly to his thoughts.

Perfect.

Keeping a tight hold on her, he lifted her up as he sat upright on his knees, and without a moment of reprieve, he started rigorously bouncing her up and down on his cock while thrusting his hips up into her roughly. Her moans fell out in time with each bounce. Eagerly, he dove down for her tits and began lavishly lapping at them, sucking her nipples and using his teeth to scrape the tender nubs.

"Ah! Diavolo!" She gave a short scream. Her walls were already so tight, and he could feel her body start to go rigid.

"Cum for me, baby, let go," he growled into her chest. He turned his head back up to her shoulder and placed more kisses and bites on her skin. When he felt her tell-tale signs of an orgasm, the tremble, the short gasps, her hips rutting back into his, he sank his teeth into the junction of her neck and shoulder. This sent her over the edge as he continued to rail into her until he felt her fall limp again.

He gently fell forward to lay her back. She was just coming down from the high when he murmured,

"I can make you a promise, my little darling, one everlasting and binding to us both."

Her haze started to fade at his words, and she looked up at him blearily.

"What is it?"

"I can give you a ring, tying us together," he answered.

"Wait, are you–"

"No, love, but I'll happily oblige you in the near future. Using my magic, I can tie us together so that no matter where we may go, we are always unified," he replied with a chuckle.

"Sounds like proposing to me," she muttered.

He shook his head and kissed her hand that he brought up to his lips.

"How does it work?" She finally indulged her own curiosity.

"I seal a very small part of my magic within this ring that will go on a part of your body, of your choosing of course, and I will do the same to myself," he replied.

"I suppose I could go for that. Put it here," she held up her hand away from his face, which had incidently been her left hand he brought up. "On the ring finger," she added with a grin, wriggling the finger she meant.

"It would be my honor," Diavolo answered. He took a hold of her finger within two of his, and in a low pitch, so low she couldn't make out his words, he verbalized the encantation.

She watched her hand intently, waiting for any sign of the spell working. Suddenly, a black line began to slowly encircle her finger where a ring would sit. Shifting onto one arm, Diavolo held up his left hand to show the same magical ink threading across the same finger. Before them, a glittering golden string started from the ink on his finger, twirling its way over to hers. When the connection was made, there was a brief surge of heat in her hand before it dissipated just as quickly.

"And now we belong to one another," he murmured, looking at their hands.

"I love you," she spoke in a rush, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him suddenly. He reciprocated immediately, holding her tightly.

Quickly, in a frenzy, they began to grope and grab at one another, their kiss devolving into being all tongue, teeth, and loud moans between them. He grabbed her legs and threw them onto his shoulders, folding her into a mating press. The way he pounded into her was loving and deep, making sure she felt every ounce of his desire and love for her.

"I love– agh, you too," he grunted.

"Fuck, baby!" She wailed, holding onto her legs then.

"Need you, need to make you mine," he spoke more animalistically then.

"I'm yours, take me," she whined back, tears openly starting to track down her face. "Let everyone know I belong to the Prince of the Devildom."

Those words threw him off the edge, pounding her harder and grunting like a mad demon. His grunts turned into growls and broken words of "Fuck," "Take it," and "I love you." His orgasm finally crashed like a tidal wave, forcing him to hold her tightly and still, growls and groans still escaping his lips. Hers came not too long after, her soft walls pulsating hard against his throbbing cock as he filled her with his cum.

It was quiet again, and Diavolo realized she was quieter than normal. He pulled back to see her eyes were shut, lips slightly parted, and breaths extremely shallow. The tear streaks on her face were noticeable, too

"My love," he murmured, stroking her face. She stirred only slightly with her body twitching.

Decidedly, he broke the illusion, leaving them in her bedroom once more, sprawled out on her bed. Though, he realized it was now broken, more than likely due to him, and he felt guilty for it. With careful movements, he put her legs back down on the mattress and pulled out of her, transforming back to his human form. Seeing as though she was still lost in limbo, he worked to clean her up, donning his clothes again and collecting hers to fold and lay beside her.

Soon enough, she stirred again, seemingly a bit more alive as she croaked out the prince's name,

"Dia."

"I'm here," he said, settling in beside her. She rolled into his embrace and nuzzled into his neck.

"That was amazing," she mumbled into his flesh. He grinned and stroked her back.

"Mm, it was. I'm glad you thought so, too. Are you hurt?" He murmured back, kissing the top of her head.

"A little sore, but I'm okay," she replied dreamily, her fingers dancing along his shoulder blades.

She dozed off like that, and soon enough, the demon prince pulled her blankets on top of them and found himself snoozing right along with her, both in pure bliss.

---

And that's how it was for several weeks. Diavolo made himself at home with her and her parents, who eventually gave up on the idea of making them sleep separately, especially after several episodes of them falling asleep on the couch together. They had realized the two lovebirds were young and infatuated, and it was a precious time to be in. The prince also managed to charm his way into her parents' hearts as well. He learned to help with dishes and do some of the house maintenance her father couldn't get to anymore with age. Though, these were all things he never thought he'd do in his realm, he learned to love the mundane living of humans. It was peaceful and simple, something he didn't know he enjoyed this much.

And, of course, there was her, the light of his life. He watched her finish up her higher education, so very proud when she ran straight into his arms after her finals, waving her test grades around joyously. Diavolo was sure to remind her when they were alone, just how proud he was of her accomplishments.

One afternoon, she and the Demon Lord were visiting her favorite coffee shop to grab a couple of treats. Diavolo had been waiting in her car while she went in and grabbed them when she was met with a stranger, a rather unique one that certainly stood out in the shop.

She had been waiting for their order to be finished when she heard a deep masculine voice suddenly speak to her.

"Apologies, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I have a question."

She turned her head and cranked it back to stare into a set of green-blue eyes with bright blonde locks that stood out against his ivory skin. He was wearing a cream jacket with one sleeve left off, teal button-up, black jeans, and black loafers.

"Yes?" She asked suspiciously.

"I'm looking for someone, and I was wondering if you knew–"

Suddenly, her name was called out, but she remained still until another man barged into the store as well. He beelined straight for the man in front of her, who turned to face the other man. This one had white hair, golden brown skin, and what looked to be a designer track jacket.

"Oi, Satan, Beel just took off. We need to go," the white-haired one stated.

"One moment, Mammon, I was just–" and just as the one with golden blonde hair turned to look at her, she was gone. She had taken the moment to quickly grab her order and ran out the door to her car while the first one had his back turned.

"Mammon, she might've been who we were looking for. She looked like the woman from the photo we found of Diavolo in that security footage at the mall," Satan groaned. Mammon looked around out the windows and saw two cars trying to leave the parking lot.

"Well, it's gotta be one of those two cars," he replied, watching both drive off, memorizing their license plates.

"Did you get the license plates?" Satan asked, folding his arms.

"Yup. Now let's go get Beel," Mammon replied, walking out. Satan sighed again and followed his younger brother out the door.

Soon, Diavolo, we'll get you home. Soon.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed.

Post made by sassykattery. Do not repost. Reblogs and comments appreciated.

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[arhiweebs]

A Night with Lucifer.

Genre: smut

Warnings// let me know if I missed anything so I can add it// whimpering, whining, Cum, mentions of cum, breeding, cum tasting, overstimulation, begging, dominance, oral, making out, demon sex, aggressive, /// READ AT OWN DESIRES. Viewer discretion advised.

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He lifted your legs and pulled you close so his hips met yours. He leaned down to place a kiss on your lips. Taking a soft moment to look in your eyes and give a smile. You winced a bit as he went in. His tip stretching you ever so slightly. A hum rising from him as he pushed in deeper. A soft moan that only continued to grow left your lips.

He held your hands down. Holding you in a mating press as he bottomed out inside you. Feeling how lovely and wet your insides were. How warm it felt around him.. he kissed your neck and whispered in your ear. “I love you, I’ll love you all night long and for the rest of forever.”

You nodded and whimpered as he started slowly thrusting. It only hurt for a bit, but that pain quickly turned into pleasure. Two bodies connected. Two hearts became one. He held your hands interlocked as he thrusted into you. His hair falling in front of his face. Grunts and groans escaping his lips. The room was filled with lewd sounds of moans and mewls. Hips rocking together and the slapping of his skin on yours. The sound of your juices mixing together. And the sound of the popping fire.

“Oh Lucifer~ p-please.” You started to beg. Beg for what exactly? Who knows.

“Please what? Mngh~ use your words Mc.” Even in such an intimate moment he showed his dominance. Hot really. Giving butterflies in one’s stomach.

“More. P-please I need more of you.” Your hands moved from his and wrapped around his neck.

You wanted more, and more he would gladly give you. He started to speed up. His whole length inside you. His cock reaching places unimaginable and scratching against all the right spots. His crimson eyes started to glow a bit as his horns erupted from his head and his wings sprouted from his back. You really bring out the demon in him. Bring out his most sensitive instincts and his most powerful desires.

His wings started slowly flapping behind him. Which only made him fuck you kire aggressively. Roughly. Scratching into back and loud moans danced from your tongue. Speaking of tongues, his mouth connected to yours. His tongue exploring every inch and crevices of your mouth. Dancing against yours like the most beautiful tango. The smacking of lips and rolling of hips was enough to hurl you into your first orgasm. He kissed down your neck as your back arched. He slowed down a bit but kept going just as hard. Your legs shaking as you were slightly overstimulated.

He pulled out of you and quickly dipped between your thighs. Slurping and sucking on your clit. He wanted to taste you and all you had to offer. He licked you clean and ate ul all your juices. Humming in pleasure just from the taste of you. His cock was throbbing and twitching. He jacked himself off a few times and groaned. He looked up at you. Your face was flushed red and you panted out. He waited a moment, giving you a soft break…before he stood up and flipped you around. Helping you get into the right position as carefully and quickly as possibly. Having you bent over on all fours.

His soft black wings tiptoed against your skin. Sending goosebumps all over. He trailed his hand up your back, pressing into your arch. His other hand rubbing your ass and giving it a nice smack. He chuckled. Didn’t talk much but his actions spoke louder than anything he could’ve said. He realigned himself up and slide back into you. His hand on your back trailed up more, snacking around your neck and giving it a nice grip. His chest pressed against your back as he thrusted into you.

His Grunting turned into moans. His thrusts were faster. Yet becoming sloppier.. “Fuck, MC. You’re gonna just sit there all pretty and let me fill you up like this?”

He gripped your hips with one hand. Thrusting harder and deeper into you. The pounding of his hips starting to sting your ass. He used two fingers from the hand that was around your throat and moved them into your mouth for you to suck on. He was moaning loud and proud now. How could he not be filled with pride? His precious MC bringing him so much pleasure. Just that thought alone was enough to get him all riled up. Your muffled moans sung out like the most beautiful song. He gave a few more thrusts before you felt that warmth inside you. He bit your shoulder letting out a muffled moan of his own. His fingers sliding out your mouth so he can wrap both arms around your waist.

Moaning loudly and holding you in place so he could fill you with his seed. Enough for it to drip out. He breathed heavily and held it there. Catching his breath and kissing the back of your neck as he slowly pulled out. Whimpers escaped you as you felt his cum fall out of you. Your legs now like jelly as you collapse down onto the bed. He rubbed your back. “Oh you did so good MC. As perfect as always.” He leaned down and kissed your head. “How about we take a nice warm bath together… listen to a record and perhaps watch a movie as we whine down for the evening. Would you like that?”

He spoke softly and was so gently with how he handled you.

“Y-yes please.”

[satansreadingglasses]

Nightclub

Mammon x F!reader. 2.4k words.

Warnings- kind of a lot of plot, no use of condoms (wear condoms), praise, shy mammon, sorta shy reader, fluffff, reader wears a dress, i think that's it?

a/n. oml this took me like three days to write, also not proofread.

You held onto Asmo’s arm tightly, almost scared of the loud music coming from the nightclub across the street. “I-I know I said I wanted to hang out with you tonight, but this isn’t what I meant!” You whined as he dragged you across the street. There was a huge line outside, but with a small smile the bouncer let the two of you in.

“Thanks!” Asmo smiled and led you inside. “I promised I’d introduce you to my brothers tonight though!” He shook you slightly and looked around the packed club.

The two of you had been friends for a little over a year now, he’d brought up his brothers a few other times. And you’d heard of them, who hadn’t? But you’d never met any of them, besides Asmodeus.

“Hey!” He yelled and stuck his hand in the air, a few people looked over, and you shrunk down slightly. He waved and pulled you over towards a booth near the back. There was a large group of people standing around the table, not really talking, not really dancing. Just standing around the group.

You and Asmo sat next to each other in the booth. “Hi!” He waved and smiled at the other boys. There were four boys sitting at the table. You leaned into Asmo, “I thought you said you had 6 brothers.” You whispered.

He laughed and nodded. “I guess Luci and Belphie couldn’t make it.” He shrugged and looked at the four sitting at the table. They were all staring at you closely. “These are Beel-” He pointed to the ginger sitting right across from you. He waved and gave a soft smile. “Satan.” He pointed to the boy next to Beel, who looked very disinterested. But he still gave you a smile. “Levi.” He pointed to a purple haired boy who was pouting in his seat and leaned up against the fourth boy.

“And Mammon.” You had to stop yourself from staring, and looked back at the other three. “It’s nice to meet you all. I’m Y/N.” You smiled at them, though only Beel reciprocated it.

Asmo pushed up against you, and you stood. He slid out of the booth and you sat back down. “I’m gonna get some drinks.” “Me too.” Levi, Beel and Satan all said, almost at the same time. They shared a small glance and then stood. All three of them shuffled out and after Asmo.

You had just about forgotten about Mammon when you felt someone brush up against you. You turned to the side and saw Mammon sitting right next to you now. “Hi.” He said, his smile was a mix of a smirk and a grin.

“Hi.” You said and stared at him. He was just so… pretty. You couldn’t exactly explain it, but he was pretty. He leaned in, so close to you, you thought he was going to kiss you. But instead, he inhaled through his nose. “You smell… so good.” His eyes darted around your face.

You tried to keep your composure, “Did you just sniff me??” You asked and crossed your arms. He glanced down at your chest, before looking back at your face, his face a bit redder now. “Maybe.” He didn’t seem nearly as confident as he had been with his brothers around.

“Well. I’m gonna go find Asmo, he’s my ride.” You stood, but he reached out to hold onto you. Though he held his hand back mere inches away from your hand. “Wait. Y/N.” You bit the inside of your cheek, he almost sounded pathetic.

“Yes, Mammon?” You turned back around, his face was covered in a blush and he looked a little shaky. You couldn’t tell if he had been drinking or not at this point. It was pretty late. Close to midnight. You dug your nails into your arms, he looked pathetic. But in a… good way?

You cursed yourself. “Well?” Mammon asked. You just stared at him. “Huh.”

“Oh. Um. I have a car too. I was gonna leave soon anyways.” He sat up properly, trying to compose himself too. “And it’s not a problem, or whatever.” He avoided eye contact now. “Do you want to?”

You looked back at where Asmo had gone off to, he was flirting with some guy at the bar, who then bought him a drink and he was off again. You sighed and looked around, you couldn’t find any of the other guys and it seemed awkward to just turn around and ask one of his brothers.

“Yeah.”

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Mammon’s car was nice. Really nice.

So nice you had considered taking off your shoes before getting in, but Mammon didn’t seem to mind anything. He just seemed happy to have you in his car.

“So. Nice car.” You turned and stared out the window. The devildom was so pretty at night, full of demons and bright lights. “Huh??” His neck snapped towards you. “Nevermind.” You shook your head and looked around the car.

Your eyes fell on Mammon, his thumb was tapping against the steering wheel and he was humming softly. It was a song you’d heard before. His free hand was resting on the gear shift. You had to admit, he was probably one of the best looking guys you’d seen in a long time.

You could stare at him for hours, his fluffy hair, his doe eyes, how soft his skin looked. You just barely stopped yourself from reaching over and caressing him. You winced and pulled out your phone instead.

You had a couple texts from Asmo.

where r u?

i got us drinks

did u leave :(

And then just now,

wheres mammon??

You winced again and turned your phone off, you’d explain it all when you got home.

“I…” Mammon started, his eyes squinting at the road and his hand gripping the gear shift. “I think ‘yer really pretty.” His eyes darted towards you for a reaction, then back at the road. Your eyes grew wide and you felt all flustered again.

“What??” Was what you wanted to say, but all that came out was “You do?” You mumbled and held the bottom of your dress. He just nodded, and didn’t say anything else.

A few minutes later at a red light, you felt his hand on your thigh. He was biting his lower lip and kept his head tilted towards his window. His lip looked like it was trembling, though you couldn’t tell, because he was biting it.

You rested your fingers on the back of his palm, and looked out your own window. After what felt like forever, you saw your apartment complex up the street. “Up here.” You pointed to the row of buildings and Mammon pulled into the lot.

The two of you sat in silence for another few minutes and then you turned to him. “Can I kiss you?” You instantly regretted it, but the look on his face made it a bit less embarrassing.

His mouth was slightly ajar, his pupils blown wide. “Please.” His voice was just above a whisper.

The kiss was a little awkward, Mammon was bent in such a way that looked almost disturbing, just so he could get a little closer to you. He had one hand on your neck, and the other was keeping him upright on the middle console. His lips were soft though, and he tasted sweet.

You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, just slightly. It only lasted a couple seconds, and when you pulled away, he was obviously waiting for more. His eyes were wider still, and he quickly looked you up and down, trying to take you all in.

You glanced back at your apartment, your apartment was probably the darkest one on your floor. “I should-” “No yeah, I’ll see you later.” He nodded and finally looked away from you. “Do you wanna come up?” You asked, keeping your hand on the door handle. He nodded, and without another word the two of you walked up to your apartment. You felt his arm snake around your waist as you two neared your apartment.

You pulled out your keys, your hands shaking with excitement. The door to your shitty apartment swung open and you flicked on the lights. “Nice pla-” Mammon was cut off when you pushed him up against the wall. You slid your hands around his wrists and held on tightly, holding him against the wall.

You didn’t waste any time kissing him, there was one sweet one on his lips, followed by a sweet little hum and a smile from Mammon. You moved down to his neck, giving him small bites and licks. He strained against your hands, all he could do was whimper and whine in your ear.

“God, Y/N. I-I need it.” He mumbled, his fingertips gently rubbing the back of your palm. You just smiled against his skin, he started to gently rub himself against your thigh. His heart was pounding in his chest, the minute you let go of his wrists his hands flew to your waist and pulled you further against him. The words coming out of his mouth were barely comprehensible.

“Y/N, Y/N please. You feel so good.” His fingers dug into the flesh of your sides and he grinded harder against your thigh. His breath hitched in his throat when you bit down on his neck, you stayed there. Playing with the pressure of how hard you bit down, and flicking your tongue out. A few seconds later, and there was a wet hickey on his neck, surrounded by your teeth marks.

“You look so pretty, baby boy.” You smiled and brushed your thumb over the mark. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his legs almost fully wrapped around yours now. You pulled yourself away from him when he started whining a bit louder, and his hips got a bit more erratic.

He stared at you, his face covered in a thin layer of sweat, and his eyes just as wide as when you’d first kissed him. “W-what…?” He tilted his head and looked around the apartment.

“C’mon.” You waved him over towards the only door in the small apartment. “Unless you… wanted to stay in the doorway?” He shook his head and followed you into the room. Your bedroom was a lot more put together than the rest of the house, he stood awkwardly by the door watching you get undressed.

You kicked off your shoes and pulled off your dress, leaving you in your bra and underwear, they weren’t anything insanely special. After all, you’d only planned to hang out with Asmo, maybe go back to his house and watch a movie afterwards. But Mammon’s eyes stayed glued to you.

“You look, so fuckin’ pretty.” He took a few steps forward and reached out to touch you. You let him this time, he ran his hands over your arms and leaned in to kiss you. Your heart fluttered as his hands trailed down to your ass and thighs.

He squeezed whatever he could, watching you closely for a reaction. You grabbed onto the bottom of his shirt and tugged it up slightly. He let go of you and let you pull his shirt off. He stared off at a plant you had in your room, his hands fidgeting with the sides of his pants.

You put your hand on his cheek and pulled his face back over towards you, “You’re so handsome, Mammon.” You gave him a smile and his eyes lit up. “Yeah?” You nodded and he was on you again. The two of you stumbled backwards onto your bed, your head hitting the pillow. Mammon looked down at you, taking it all in.

Before he could say anything, you pulled his head back down and kissed him hard. He let out a small whine, and you sat up further. He laid down on your bed, this time he had his head on the pillow. You set your hands on his chest and straddled him, gently grinding down on his cock, that was still in his jeans.

He reached underneath you, his eyes not once leaving you as he undid his pants and shoved them down. You bit down on your lower lip, now rubbing on his cock. You could feel his heartbeat pounding through his chest, his breathing was loud and heavy while his shaky hands held onto your hips.

You moved your hand to your panties and pushed them aside, then carefully grabbed Mammon’s cock. He moved one hand from your hips to cover his mouth, soft whimpers were all you could hear while you started to rub his cock against your slick pussy. When neither of you couldn’t stand the wait anymore, you lined him up and sank down onto him.

The two of you gasped quietly and then were silent. You kept your eyes squeezed shut, trying to adjust to his size. Mammon couldn’t believe what he was seeing, such a pretty girl struggling on his cock. It was too much, he bit down on the back of his hand, trying to stop himself from thrusting up into you.

When you had finally adjusted, you set both your hands back on Mammon’s chest. You raised your hips a few inches, and sank back down slowly. The two of you were shaking now, Mammon was whining and holding onto you so tight you knew it would leave bruises.

After another slow minute, you started to speed up. Mammon pulled his other hand away from his mouth and held onto your hips, he started helping with bouncing you up and down. Watching the way your tits bounced, and the way your eyes scrunched up when you were slammed back down. It took all his energy not to cum right then.

“Y/N, y-ya feel so tight…” You could only nod along to whatever he said, to focused on cumming soon. And a full of his cock stuffing you full and his sweet words, you felt the knot in your stomach snap.

You dug your nails into his skin, drawing a small wince from him, and you stayed as still as your shaking legs would let you. Mammon moved his hands from your hips, around your back and pulled you down into him. He left small kisses all along your neck and cheeks and head.

You hadn’t even noticed the fact that Mammon had cum too, until you felt the warm, wet feeling along your thighs. The two of you stayed put for at least twenty minutes, not saying one word. Until finally, Mammon ran his fingers along your arm and mumbled something. Even though the two of you were so close, you had no clue what he’d said.

“Huh?”

“Do you… wanna do out sometime? W-with me?”

You smiled and pulled him in even closer.

“Yeah.”

[creampie-capital]

✦「Asmodeus x Demon! Reader」✦

ɴᴀᴍᴇ║ Avatar of Lust: Asmodeus

ᴏᴛᴏᴍᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ║ Obey Me! One Master To Rule Them All

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ║ 7,694

「ᴀꜰʟ」 𝟏𝟖+ 「ᴘᴡᴘ」 ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ━━━➤ 「ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ」

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

❝ɪ'ᴍ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ❞

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

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Now onto the smut :)

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"Ah~, just like that."

Asmodeus flared his nose, his hands scrunching into a fist by his side. The moans and mewls that came from inside of your house had everything in him twisting.

I have to go in.

No, don't.

Yes, yes do it.

She's busy.

I have to talk to her.

She won't even look at me.

I'm her favorite, though.

I was her favorite.

She loves me.

She loved me.

He couldn't take it anymore, his hands moving on their own to grasp the door handle and enter your home. The first thing he witnessed was the shoes slackly lying in the middle of the entryway.

And then your groans filled his ears again; the feeling of his chest burning was greater than most pain he had ever felt.

Begrudgingly he followed the noise and ended at your living room.

He should have known better than to see the sight before him. He could hear it already, the sound of skin slapping skin and the wet squelching noise.

Already he knew what was happening; he didn't even need to see it. He knew what you were doing, but this would be the only time he could get you to speak to him.

Asmodeus thought that what happened before was punishment enough, but at the sight, he'd rather lock himself from the world than see something like this.

Your hands should have never been wrapped around Belphegor's throat, squeezing it tightly with your nails digging into his soft pale flesh.

His younger brother should have never been beneath you, dominated in such a manner that he used to be in.

And then, when your passionate gaze flickered up to meet his, that grin that flashed across your face was like an attack. Like you physically had struck him with intention of utter pain.

Even though you knew he was there watching everything, you didn't stop. You rolled your hips on top of his brother and let go of his throat only to grip his cheek and bring his face to yours.

You connected your lips with Belphie's while maintaining eye contact with the avatar of lust. Your tongue swirled with the young males before you sucked on it lewdly.

It was something that made Belhpegor quiver in pleasure and Asmodeus tremble in rage. "You're gonna c*m, arent you~?" You suddenly asked aloud.

You asked the question staring right into the male's orange and yellow gradient eyes even though the question was meant for the younger brother.

The torturous action had the fifth oldest biting into his bottom lip, drawing blood that quickly disappeared.

"Please..." The indigo-grey-haired male suddenly mumbled. You were the first to break eye contact as you glanced down at the brother beneath you.

"Say it louder." You demanded with your tone more than commanding.

"Sh*t." He cursed and grunted. His hands found their way to your hips, but you grasped them and pinned them above him on the couch.

"Did I say you can touch me?"

Belphie's plump lips parted to speak, but instead of words leaving his mouth, it was a cry of pleasure as you ground down on him, forcing him as deep as possible inside of you.

Tears glazed over his violet and pink gradient orbs. The sight caused you to grin, it growing when a single tear dribbled down his flushed face.

Leaning forward, you dragged your tongue across the trail and savored the taste of his salty tears that were from the overwhelming pleasure he was receiving.

"Please, (Y/n)!" The second youngest avatar suddenly cried and bucked his hips upwards against your crotch. "I-I need to c*m. F*ck, I'm begging you."

You didn't say anything for a moment, but then a coy smile shifted onto your face. Releasing the male's wrist, you lifted your hips and crept down onto your knees on the ground.

All the while, you kept your gaze locked with Asmodeus. He watched as your fair hands that he once used to hold and kiss grasped his brother's c*ck and pumped it.

He watched as you brought your face forward, engulfing the tip in your mouth that used to kiss and suck onto him.

It was as if he was unable to breathe, the sight alone wrapping around his throat and squeezing.

"Hng~." The indigo grey-haired male tangled his hands in your hair, careful not to pull it since he knew you hated it because of your tender head.

Your tongue rolled over his tip, your teeth slightly grazing across the sensitive head that caused the male to buck his hips. He pushed his member farther into your mouth, pushing into your throat.

If it wasn't for you not having a gag reflex, you would have flinched back. But because of who you are, you could take anything.

You were made for this.

So to Belphie's enjoyment, you pushed him farther down, allowing for him to feel your tight throat squeezing his c*ck.

"I-I-" He struggled to even speak, his mind so absolutely boggled and his body so overstimulated.

Asmodeus knew exactly how his younger brother was feeling; after all, he used to be in his position. The experience he was feeling was something only you could bring about.

Slowly raising your head, his c*ck fell from your mouth as his pre-c*m leaked from the hole in his tip. Saliva dripped onto his throbbing member as you began to pump him once again.

You pressed his head against your lips and kissed it sweetly. All while staring into the fifth oldest avatar.

"Close?" You asked the male with a sultry voice.

Belphegor was a mumbling mess, his words incoherent as his bare stomach contracted.

A hum left your lips in a pleasing manner at the sight.

"Do it. C*m." Once again, you demanded in a commanding tone that could rival the demon king himself.

With one loud cry, thick hot jets of c*m shot down your throat and pooled within your mouth. The salty liquid was bitter, but still, a flavor that was different from everybody else's.

You swallowed it without complaint; even sucking harder that was too much for the male. He was already in a state of oversensitivity due to finally c*mming after his third denied org*sm.

He couldn't help it; his hands tugged on your hair. Immediately your half-lidded eyes opened and your gaze was harsh. Your hands dragged down his abbs and stopped at his waist, where you dug your nails into his skin.

"Sh*t, ow~" He cursed, his head flying back against the couch.

After he was finally empty and you were satisfied with everything, you pulled away and waved your hand over his face. Those beautiful glowing eyes of his were now hidden behind his eyelids as he fell into a state of unconsciousness.

Now that it was over, you stood to your feet and moved the fabric of your top so they covered your breast. Your demon form was rather revealing in itself, but what could you say when you were a terrifyingly powerful demoness?

Your reptilian-like tail stirred in the air behind you while you crossed your arms under your chest. "As much as I love having an audience, you were not invited, Avatar of Lust."

You were smiling, but your voice was sickly sweet and displayed your hostility. Asmodeus couldn't help but cringe at your words; it was so difficult not hearing you not calling his name anymore.

The male realized he was being distracted again and cleared his throat. "I know, but I needed to speak with you. We need to have a talk."

As if the male had spoken the most insulting words ever, you recoiled back and scrunched your nose in anger. "The absolute confidence and audacity you boys have never ceased to sicken me." You snapped.

Asmodeus inhaled a shaky breath and attempted to strengthen himself up. "I'm serious, (Y/n). You can't keep going around and f*cking my brothers to get back at me."

His sentence made you giggle slightly before taking a step forward to the male.

"See, here's the thing." You started with your heels following suit like a musical tune. You grasped the male's face in your hands, your (f/c) nails pressing into his pale flesh.

A closed-lip smile appeared on your face, one of your canines sticking out and pressing into your lip. It was such a sweet smile but the absolute sinister gaze in your eyes made your expression anything but kind.

"I don't f*ck with it-" You pressed your nails harder into his skin and drew blood. "-cheaters."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"(Y/n), please get your a** of my desk."

"Aww~Do I have to? Maybe if I open my legs, you'll change your mind, Lucifer?"

The black-haired male sighed and smacked your face with the packet that was in his gloved hands. A pout formed on your lips as you crossed your arms under your chest.

"You still smell of my younger brother." He started and flicked the pen around in his other hand.

"Huh?" You asked and looked down at your clothes. "But I showered and even took a flower soak."

Lucifer couldn't help but roll his eyes. "We're different than the other demons, and you know that. With stronger powers, our scents are also more potent. It'll take a lot longer for it to naturally go away."

You rolled your glimmering (e/c) orbs and looked down at your perfectly manicured nails. "Well, that sucks." You mumbled.

The eldest Avatar sighed while setting his paperwork on his desk and leaning back in his chair. His black and red gradient eyes bore into yours, silently observing the features that he had known for so long.

You were the one person who used to stand by his side in the Celestial Realm. Strongest amongst the strongest, the seraphim nobody could go against.

The only six-winged angel that stood just below god, and the only angel other than his sister that had also lost god's love.

There was a long period of time where he was without you, his only friend, and that was when you were cast away and sent here.

You had pledged to the Demon King before Diavolo's father, then the current Demon King, and soon you, in turn, would do the same to Lord Diavolo.

He could only describe you as the way you are now, constantly needing validation for having your own father despise the power that grew in your soul.

God made you who you were and cast you away when you weren't like the others.

"What's with that look?"

Lucifer blinked a few times before bringing a finger to his lips. "I was just thinking." He mumbled while training his attention on his paper-covered desk.

"About what?" You probed and sang it softly.

Your oldest friend didn't say anything for a moment before flickering his gaze back to yours. "Nothing in particular, really, but I'm also curious about how long you'll torture my younger brother."

His words made you groan and shake your head in annoyance. "However long I please." You retorted. "What he did absolutely broke my trust, the one thing that is most important to me."

"I know." The male replied.

A distant look displayed across your beautiful features as you looked towards his window. "As a demon, I want nothing but his suffering and pain. But...a part of me still yearns to be the angel I used to be, and regain my faith in even someone who wronged me."

"You want to forgive him?"

"Forgive? No, I'd rather die than ever forgive anybody at all."

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Shortly after you left to deal with some paperwork for Lord Diavolo, the fifth oldest demon brother arrived at his older brother's office.

His fist weakly knocked on the door, and he was let in after a quiet moment.

"How can I assist you, Asmodeus?" Lucifer sought while setting his pen down upon his desk.

The champagne-haired colored male relayed an awkward laugh and rubbed a hand across the back of his neck.

"I was wondering if I could speak to you about something."

Lucifer already knew what he wanted and leaned back in his chair. Again he placed a gloved finger against his lip and thought quickly to himself.

You were his closest friend, and there was a bond ever so strong the two of you shared. But the male before him was somebody he considered a brother, and that bond was just as strong.

"Sure, I'd be happy to be of help. What is it?"

"So..." Asmodeus started and thought about his words carefully. "(Y/n) and I are at a rocky period right now, and no matter what I do, she won't even talk with me about our situation."

Lucifer bore his gradient eyes into his brothers and inhaled deeply. "If it is a relationship problem between the two of you, then I suggest going to her than to me to complain about it."

The Avatar of Lust clicked his tongue and pouted, his arms crossing under his chest. "I tried." He whined. "I can't even get past the first sentence. She won't listen to me or hear me out. She barely even speaks to me, and the only time she even remotely notices me is when she's busy."

"Asmodeus." Lucifer started, and the way his deep voice called his brother's name caused him to jump in slight fright.

"You knew what you were getting yourself into both times. (Y/n) implanted her trust within you, and you broke it. Something she never gained from the father was forgiveness, and that will be your own undoing."

Asmodeus deflated, his shoulders slumping over as he sighed deeply. "I know." He replied.

"So let it be," Lucifer stated. Asmodeus raised an eyebrow and looked up at his brother.

"Huh?"

The eldest demon brother shrugged his shoulder nonchalantly. "Move on. It's over between the two of you, and since (Y/n) has no plans of forgiving you, then I suggest that you not bother her with it anymore."

The younger brother's brows furrowed, and his lips pulled into a thin line. "But I-"

"But you what?" Lucifer asked. "You are not an angel in the celestial realm anymore. You are not the jewel of heaven anymore. You do not need to be loved and adored by all."

A sickly sweet smile appeared on the eldest demon brother's lips. "After all, if you didn't try to be loved by all, you might still be with (Y/n)."

Neither brother spoke, the room surrounded by an awkward bubble of silence. How right Lucifer was, and the simple fact stabbed a hole in Asmodeus's heart.

"But," Lucifer started and pulled out his D.D.D. He placed it on his desk while turning it on. "You are my brother, and (Y/n) is my best friend. The negativity that surrounds the both of you is rather unsightly and distracting. I will help you this one time, but you owe me."

A smile graced Asmodeus's well-cared-for face. "Thanks, Lucifer!"

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"Are you sure you're going to be fine?" Diavolo's voice filled your ears through your D.D.D.

"Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be?!" Clear sarcasm lacing your voice causes the prince to sigh.

"Lucifer would be rather upset if you destroyed the House of Lamentation."

You danced your nails across the dinner table as you listened to the demon prince. "It'll be fine~." You sang dramatically.

"He'll forgive me if I do."

"(Y/n)!"

At the sound of the front door opening, a sigh left your lips, and you cleared your throat. "Alright, he's here. I'll talk to you later and let you know what's up."

"Okay, don't kill him, (Y/n)."

"No promises, of course."

Turning off your cellular device, you leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms under your chest. When Asmodeus entered the dining room and saw you sitting there, a smile couldn't help but grace his lips.

"(Y/n)! Ah, you actually came!" He called out, running closer to your frame but halted once he witnessed the intense glare in your eyes.

"Listen, Avatar of Lust, I didn't agree to come here out of the kindness of my heart. I'm tired of you following me around like a lost kitty and begging to talk to me."

The demon brother visibly deflated but nodded his head. He took a seat at the chair next to you and swallowed strenuously.

"Well, on with it." You stared. "I don't have all day."

Asmodeus swallowed thickly while nodding his head slowly.

"I just want to say that I never meant to hurt you. I-I Just-"

"You just what?" You asked and leaned your cheek into your fist that was supported on the armrest of the chair.

The narcissistic demon struggled to speak; nothing in his mind seemed right enough to tell you.

"This is a waste of my time."

Asmodeus's heart thumped in his ears, and he thought you were going to walk off, but you stayed. You just sat there in the seat at the end of the table, unmoving.

Because of this, the demon brother thought that he might have a chance to really speak to you.

"I love you, (Y/n)."

His words made your eyes widen, and the sound of his melodic voice saying words that he used to say all the time tugged at your heartstrings.

But the visible shock on your face quickly disappeared, and you appeared stoic once again. "What nonsense are you spewing? I agreed to come here to listen to your excuses so you can get over it, not for you to say such foolishness."

Asmodeus could only give you a nervous smile and twiddle his thumbs. He couldn't help but feel belittled in your presence.

Even if he was the Avatar of Lust, you were somebody far more powerful than any of the demon brothers. You were made to be above others by god himself, and when he cast you out, it only made your power grow stronger.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n). I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. It was never my intention."

You stared at his beautifully crafted face with a blank expression. Neither of you said anything, just an uncomfortable bubble of silence that surrounded the two of you.

After a moment, you sighed deeply and shook your head. "I should have known better." You grumbled and flicked a strand (or braid) out of your face. "I really thought that a demon who only thinks and loves himself could ever do the same for me."

"But I do!" He interjected.

"But you don't." You responded smoothly.

Asmodeus's lips were clamped shut from your words. There wasn't much he could say or do because, at the end of the day, he was the one who did wrong.

"I know I don't deserve your forgiveness-"

"I don't even know how to forgive." You responded, not even letting him finish his words. "What I am doesn't allow me to forgive."

The male swallowed strenuously and nodded his head slowly. "I know."

You groaned aloud and shook your head. "All I ever hear from you is 'I'm sorry' and 'I know', my patience is running thin, Avatar of Lust."

"What I did..." The demon brother started, barely able to meet your strong gaze. "It was unacceptable, and I can't take it back, no matter how many times I wish I could. I'm not trying to give myself excuses, but when it happened, I wasn't able to think about anything but having another person adoring me like how I used to be-"

That was it; you couldn't take it anymore. The anger that was boiling under the surface had become too great for you to hold back anymore.

"Shut the f*ck up!" You hissed, your body flinging out of the chair and your demon form taking over your normal appearance.

Red and black horns protruded past the hair on your head and curved into intricate designs. The red corset took the place of your shirt and cupped your breast, accentuating it.

Your bottom was covered by nothing but the deep black undergarments that were connected to the matching stockings.

Red bottoms protected your feet, and the sharp heel was already digging into the floor.

Your long obsidian-colored reptilian tail emerged from just above your bottom and slammed onto the floor with a heavy thud before swaying hauntingly in the air.

And finally, the last to transpire was your beautiful ebony-colored wings that flared out behind you.

The sight was just as beautiful as it was frightening, and before Asmodeus could even speak, the obsidian-glowing tail wrapped around his throat and squeezed, bringing him off the ground.

Choking noises were the only thing the male could do as he struggled against your tail. His colored nails dug into the extremity, attempting to free himself, but it was to no avail.

"P-Please..." He barely managed to get out.

You stared at him with an unaffected expression, even crossing your arms absentmindedly under your chest.

The color was draining from his face, and his struggle was starting to cease. At the sight of this, you released him only for your tail to carry him around his waist.

Asmodeus sucked in deeply heavy breaths, coughing aloud while you began walking out of the dining room and making your way upstairs.

Before he could even speak, he found that the two of you had arrived in his flowery and lavender-themed room.

Your tail flung him on the bed as black rope appeared in your pretty hands. You wasted no time binding his wrist to the columns of his canopy bed.

"(Y/n), what are you-" He stopped speaking when his gaze finally met yours, and he witnessed the absolutely deadly expression that had him cower back.

You took a seat next to his body and gripped onto his leg, just below his knee. "If we want to talk about how we used to be - of what we used to be - then I'll remind you."

It was enough of a shock to the champagne-haired colored male. You never spoke of what had happened to you, or your life as an angel in the celestial realm.

What he knew was from what Lucifer and Lord Diavolo had told him. And it wasn't much.

"A seraphim, the highest-ranking angel with six wings. Like how you used to be Jewel of Heaven, they called me the goddess of ascendancy." You started while your gorgeous wings twitched.

"When father made me, he wanted somebody like him that could understand his struggles. He wanted somebody to emphasize with, and he didn't realize that it would in then create me, a woman."

You spoke the last word with venom that the champagne hair colored male could feel the hate.

"My gender wasn't a problem after first; no, it was the power that I gained from him people that continued to grow endlessly. Could you believe that God began to fear a woman because she gained too much trust from the humans and angels?"

There was a grin on your lips, but it was anything but pleasant or kind.

"By gaining their trust and belief, I had grown in power. That feared God, and it was no help that as a female, I was seen above the other males. Above Micheal, above Raphiel, and even above god. A woman wasn't supposed to take the main role; she's only supposed to be a supporting persona."

Your grip on his knee grew tight.

"I was loved and adored by all until God declared me a sinner. Declaring that I grew narcissistic and cared only for myself. Claiming that I grew wicked and unholy."

Your (e/c) orbs flickered up to meet his gradient ones.

"So then he cast me down from the celestial realm and forbade me from ever leaving the demon world. And I can still remember like it was yesterday how much it ached to be here. The heavenly powers I gained dissipated, and I was left empty, weak, and in undeniable pain."

Your grip on his knee weakened, and you moved your hand to be on his upper thigh.

"And then The Demon King before our current one came to me and saved me. He helped convert me to a demon, and then I realized what I truly should have been. I was the angel of trust and faith, but then I became something even greater. A demoness of dominance and supremacy."

Slowly you removed your hand from his body and placed it where your heart lay. "Instead of gaining trust and faith through confession, I gained it through the mutual trust of intimacy when I dominated."

You gave him a coy grin.

"If there's no trust between the two, then there was never any consent. I go as far as my partner wants, and there is an agreement that If I were to go too far that I would stop. The power I gained from something that connected two deeply was far greater than what I had ever received as an angel."

Your thick reptilian tail danced behind your figure menacingly.

"But just because I was a demoness didn't mean that I was evil. I abide by my mutual agreements and never took anything too far. I know what I used to be, and I understand that I can no longer be that. And I don't mind because the freedom I have now is something I never realized I desperately wanted."

Slowly you began to crawl on the bed and over that male's body. You brought your face close to the other demon and stared at him with an unreadable expression.

"My sole purpose is to gain trust, and I gave it away to someone for the first time. I gave you my all and even fully committed to someone for the first time ever."

You brought a hand to his face and made him stare into your glimmering orbs. "For years we were together, I gave all my trust to you, and I was starving. I didn't obtain any more from anyone since I was with you. And you don't even understand how terrible it was. How I could never be full and always felt like I was missing something. But I didn't do anything about it because I loved you."

And then you laughed hysterically.

"Then I felt it one day." You hummed and moved your hand down to be above his heart. "This burning sensation in my soul that took away all my strength. And at that moment, I knew something I gave away was broken."

Pressing your hand down against his shirt, the male suddenly hissed, pain erupting in his beating organ that knocked the wind out of him.

"The promise we made to be committed only to each other was broken. And in so, it was as if my own soul was being split apart."

Harder, you pressed, and the louder the male screamed.

"You have no idea how much it hurt." Your glare was sinister. "How betrayed I felt."

And then your hands rose to his throat, where you squeezed with unimaginable strength. A strength that already had his throat bruising.

"I trusted you, I gave you my strength, my reason to live, only for you to throw it in my face because I wasn't enough, right? My love and trust weren't enough; you needed it from others, right!? Everything is only about you, right!?"

Asmodeus struggled to speak, tugging on the rope, and even when he transformed into his demon form, he was unable to break loose from your constraints.

"(Y/n)...please." He could barely get out.

As if coming to your senses, you quickly released his bruised throat and looked down at your hands. "Ah, it seems I'm rather angry."

Asmodeus coughed, pathetically inhaling air as tears couldn't help but fall from his orange and yellow gradient orbs.

When you saw the salty liquid flowing down his pale face, you displayed a fake expression of affection. "Aww." You cooed and leaned forward, your tongue tasting his tears of grief and impediment.

"Maybe I'm just pinning it all on you. Maybe I failed as a lover. Maybe I failed to give you what you needed."

You smiled at him, your canines showing as you slowly sat down on his lap. Your nails resting on his clothed abbs.

And then you pressed down, a hiss leaving his lips.

"Nah."

Giggling, you lowered one of your hands to his crotch, where you palmed him softly.

"I never failed. I did everything in my power to make our relationship work. I gave you everything."

He was being degraded, and forced to come to terms with what he had done. But he couldn't hate you; he just couldn't.

It was no help that you sat on top of him, touching him like how you used to before. His arms were bound like before, and he was left with no power.

You witnessed the tent in his pants grow, his member hardening beneath his black slacks. Of course, he was reacting like this; how could the wh*re not?

Slowly as if you had all the time in the world, you undid his zipper and pulled his semi-hard c*ck out of the slit in his boxers.

It was slightly pink, the head a tint dark, and already had a clear liquid leaking from the hole. You hummed at the sight, slowly placing a smooch on the tip.

"You loved when I kissed it."

Your voice rumbled against his member, it twitching in your hold and growing slightly harder. Asmodeus swallowed thickly, his lidded eyes watching your face, your lips, your tongue licking him.

You trailed the flat end of your tongue from the base of his shaft up to his head. Your saliva smeared across the surface and dripped onto your hand that clasped around his member at the bottom.

The demon brother's body twitched, his breathing growing ragged while his body was becoming hot. Soft, barely audible grunts left his lips, and you could tell he was trying to hold himself back.

That was unacceptable.

"You loved it when I took you all in my mouth."

Your lips parted, widening as you engulfed his member within your mouth. "H-Hng~!" A moan he couldn't hold back echoed in his room.

You pushed him farther, letting him reach the back of your throat as you lowered yourself on him. The Avatar of Lust tugged at his restraints, his hands balling into a fist while his hips bucked upwards.

He could feel the sweat oozing from the pores on the back of his neck, dampening his hair and the collar of his shirt.

Your tight throat wrapped around his member, and his whole body spasmed. "Sh*t~"

You looked up at him, your cheeks hollowed and drool dribbling down the corner of your lips. Your eyes connected with his gradient ones, and you saw so much l*st.

Pulling back until only the head of his c*ck lay on your tongue, you grazed your teeth like a feather touch over the sensitive tip.

Asmodeus's hips bucked upwards, his member being pushed back down into your throat. His actions caused your eyes to harden.

Immediately you removed his member from your mouth, lifting your head as saliva dripped down onto his shirt.

"Did I say you could do that?" You asked and slowly sat back in between his legs. "This is your punishment."

Asmodeus was already panting, his breathing broken and unrhythmic. "(Y/n), please." He begged, but you shook your head.

Your fingers wrapped around his slimy c*ck and began pumping up and down. Warm hands, hot sticky saliva, all of it adding to the pleasure that was shooting through his veins.

His stomach tingled, contracting slightly as the pleasurable sensations filled his veins. He was feeling so good.

Pre-c*m was leaking from his hole, and you made sure to lean forward and lick at it like a kitten would with milk.

Asmodeus was already starting to feel feverish, as if the temperature in the room had risen. It was taking everything in him to not beg, to plead for more.

He knew he couldn't, this was his punishment, and no matter how badly he just wanted to beg he would never get anywhere.

His teeth grit as he presses his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Those bound wrists of his grew raw, red, and bruising so darkly.

His d*ck throbbed painfully, aching for more than just your hand. He wanted your warm throat back around him, squeezing as more and more of your saliva drenched his boxers and pants.

And to his pleasure, your mouth returned back to engulfing his tip. Rolling and sucking while your hands pumped along his long shaft.

"F-F*ck." He grunted in a low, muffled voice.

His leg's tingled, slightly overstimulated. His balls ached to be touched, for your mouth around him like before.

Asmodeus's stomach contracted, his ribs pressing against his skin as a tight tingling sensation in his abdomen formed.

He was going to c*m soon. He was going to reach his high and become enveloped in the euphoric sensation of his org*sm.

Beads of sweat dripped down from the side of his forehead and trailed down his jaw. Everything was so hot as if he was too close to the sun for comfort.

Closer and closer is org*sm rose. Bordering near to the edge of his high but not quite reaching it.

He grunted, his c*ck twitching in your grasp, sending the sensation through all his veins. He was going to c*m the more you kept at it.

It has been so long since the male was overstimulated like this, desperately aching to reach his high.

The demon male felt like he would f*cking die if he didn't c*m. It was torture, and he hated that he deserved this.

A tear of frustration fell from his left eye. You were pumping your hand faster than before now that you knew is org*sm was so close.

It was right there. Right there. Taunting him with the fact that he had yet to reach it.

And he was about to reach it...until you pulled away. His gradient eyes bulged out of their sockets, his mouth hanging open like a window.

"N-No...No!" He tugged, hauling at the restraints around his wrist. His breathing was erratic, his legs squeezing against your own while his hips bucked upwards.

"(Y/n)."

You shook your head while stepping away from his body and off the bed. Saliva and pre-c*m dripped from the corners of your lips and down your chin.

Your hands were covered, slick and sticky from everything. Mindlessly you wiped it on his lavender-colored blanket and stained it, uncaring.

"You hated it when I denied you your org*sms." You mumbled almost to yourself before training your gaze to meet his. "But tonight, you definitely deserved it."

He whimpered like a brat, his cheeks reflective from the tears that had fallen.

You observed your appearance in the mirror of his vanity against the wall. Flushed cheeks, puffy plump lips, but eyes that looked so annoyed.

It was a mirror you used to gaze into before when you were with the demon brother. And now you were gazing into it once more.

Slowly you turned back to gaze upon the mess of a brother that lay constrained to his own bed. Ah, you used to love him so much.

Care for him with everything in your heart. The effort you put in really was all just a waste of time.

What a waste of time.

"Asmodeus."

The male shivered from the tone of your voice. He swallowed hard and looked up at you.

"How much do you want me?"

You crawled back on his large bed, your legs caging his hips as you grasped his cheeks in your hands.

"I want you so bad, (Y/n). I miss you so f*cking much."

You didn't say anything, thinking, just thinking about everything. There was so much going on and a lot you had to confront.

"Please, (Y/n). Please love me."

Blinking at his words, you took a shaky breath.

"I wish I could."

The male shifted his head and kissed your palm before continuing down your wrist. "I'm sorry." He whispered against your skin.

His words made you sigh heavily. "You are a special one." You mumbled and leaned forward so your lips could connect with his.

Immediately your tongue had entered his mouth, tasting sweet candy but also his favorite Mango-Flavored Little Devil's Gelatin Parfait.

It had been so long since you tasted such a sweet dessert, so long since you tasted it on him.

While your lips moved in sync, one of your hands snaked down and unbuttoned his sleeveless black shirt. His abs were free, and you couldn't help but drag your nails against the firm muscles.

And then, when your fingertips grazed against his semi-hard cock - the demon brother flinched - his hips bucking as he gasped within the kiss.

Pulling completely away from his face, you licked your lips and began pushing his pants completely down.

You stopped once it reached his knees and pumped his slimy member.

"(Y-(Y/n)." He hummed and leaned back against his pillows. Your other hand went to your undergarment, pushing it aside and pressing the tip against your entrance.

Slowly you lowered your body, feeling as the head of his member stretch your walls. The male sucked in a breath, his adam's apple bobbing while he watched himself be enveloped by your body.

The more you lowered down, the more you could feel the prominent veins on his shaft that protruded against the skin.

Pressing your pretty hands into his abbs, you didn't stop moving until he was fully inside and pressing against the entrance to your womb.

Asmodeus's gradient eyes were half-lidded, his lips parting with his head leaning back against the pillows. He was succumbing completely to your warm wet walls that felt like heaven.

He was twitching already, grunting already, and you hadn't even done anything yet. It was no surprise; you were just so good at it all.

"Enjoying yourself?" You asked with a slight giggle at the end.

The Avatar of Lust nodded his head almost in a drunken manner. He once again pulled at the black rope and hissed at the blazing pain of his raw skin.

"Good." You whispered while bringing your face to his neck. Your wet lips kissed at his pale skin, bringing about a blazing heat underneath his body.

Gradually your hips raised, your bottom in the air as only the tip remained within your velvety walls. You could feel his chest's unnatural rising and fall from his deep breaths.

And when you drove yourself back down against his crotch, his whole body quivered. Your name spewed out of his mouth with a desperate cry.

His head was thrown back, the bruised skin of his throat on display as well as the sweat that coated his pale skin.

Your hips moved with a rhythm, the muscles of your thighs flexing while you used your strength to keep yourself steady.

Like a flip of a switch, like magic, Asmodeus was a complete mess. Spewing incoherent words and moans.

You moved up his jaw leaving behind kisses until you reached his lips. You wanted to taste him again with an urgent need.

The pleasure, the passion, the desire, it was so strong and shared by the two of you. Sweaty bodies pressing against each other and lips moving together in a desperate manner.

Asmodeus once again felt it. That unbearably tight tingling sensation in his abdomen, signifying he reached the peak of his org*sm.

It had his c*ck twitching, pulsating inside of you. His pre-c*m was leaking and smearing his crotch with the white thick liquid.

"I'm gonna c*m soon." He mumbled in between your wet kisses. His voice was so coarse and guttural you almost couldn't believe it came from the male.

A smile formed on your lips as you pulled away to look down at him. He looked so cute with those pink cheeks and bruised lips.

The male licked his lips and heaved a shaky breath when you suddenly started to grind slow, hard, and stimulating.

"C-Can I-" He could barely get the words out. Grunts and groans reverberated against his toned chest.

"What~?" You asked and cocked your head to the side. "Say it. Come on~. Be a big boy and tell me what you want~."

He breathed deeply, muscles flexing and his skin contracting against his collarbone. "Please...Please let me c*m inside."

A grin formed on your lips, your canines on display with a laugh echoing in the room.

"Huh...?" You hummed. "You think you deserve it?"

"Please." He breathed out, staring into your beautiful glimmering orbs. "Please...I'm begging you, (Y/n). I'm right there."

You didn't say anything for a moment. Asmodeus was unsure of what you were going to do but smiled when you leaned forward to kiss his lips.

His whole body was throbbing so painfully so that he just couldn't wait to c*m. Especially inside of you, which used to be his favorite spot.

There he was at his peak, where his abdomen contracted. His balls tensed, and his c*ck twitched.

He was about to c*m, but the sudden warmth around him disappeared. His eyes flew open, shock overfilling him when he saw your body off of his and your mouth replacing where your c*nt used to be.

He didn't have any time to complain or whine when he felt his org*sm hit. His abdomen tightened, his muscles flexed, and sweat dripped down the back of his neck as he finally came.

Asmodeus's hit his head this time against the headboard, but he made no reaction to the pain. Every desirable undescribable emotion flooded through his veins like adrenaline.

Your lips pressed against his tip, your hands pumping his length as he shot thick hot jets of his c*m onto his sweaty abs.

His stomach was covered, shimmering in his bodily fluids. The demon was trembling, huffing while breathing shaky breaths.

"There? Happy now that you came?" You asked, pulling away from his now limp member and removing your hands as well.

Asmodeus scrunched his nose fiercely, his brows furrowed in disappointment while shaking his head. "I thought you were"

"No." You interjected before he could finish. "You didn't deserve it."

His lips trembled, crocodile tears falling, which caused you to roll your eyes. You undid the rope to his wrist, the restraints disappearing into thin air.

"Now that it's all over. I hope you can finally get over this. I hope you can finally leave me alone." You told him while wiping your mouth with your forearm.

"But...I don't want to."

"But I don't care."

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𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚 signing out

[megantrancyfanfics]

Too sweet | Beelzebub x f! Reader smut

18+ MDNI

Warnings: female reader, a bit of food play, a bit of body worshiping, eating out, fingering, a bit of dirty talk, talks of getting caught. I think that’s all

Enjoy 🧡

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It was after class, beel and you walked hand in hand towards the gym, talking about your days.

“I’m hungry..” the devil mumbled, placing his free hand on his stomach, with a small frown making its way onto the handsome devils face.

“Don’t worry honey, I got an after school snack for you, then if you want something after the gym I have a box of granola bars you can eat to tie you over until we get home. Then I’ll make you whatever you’re craving.” You say with a smile on your face as you watch Beelzebub’s face light up with excitement.

“Really? Thanks baby.” He said, taking the after school snack and devouring it whole.

“Sometimes I fear you’re too sweet.” He says, his mouth still full.

“You fear? Why?”

“Because I fear one day someone will take advantage of your kindness.”

“That will never happen! I’m strong! I’ll fight back.”Beel laughed, which made your face redden up.

“Sorry, that was rude of me: how about you show me how strong you are at the gym.”

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Once the two of you arrived at the gym the two of you went into the locker rooms to change, then met out by the punching bags.

“Alright, show me how strong you are, plant one on me.” Beelzebub said getting into a fighting stance on the mats.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I’m sure you won’t, c’mon hit me.” He says letting out a soft chuckle.

You let out a sigh, before hitting as hard as you could on the hand he had out.

Instead of laughing, beel simply just moved the already extended hand in a stop motion before walking you over to the punching bags. For about an hour he showed you how to punch, and taught you a few tricks as well.

Then, as you went to take a shower, beel continued to work out until you messaged him that you were finished with your shower.

~~~

As the two of you wrapped up at the gym and left, you asked beel about what he’d like to eat. Of course, like every time beel comes home from the gym, he wants something sweet.

“How about I make cupcakes while you take a shower?”

“That sounds good, I’ll help you once I’m out of the shower, ok honey?”

You smiled softly before letting out a quick “mhm!” As the two of you went your separate ways

~~~~

When beel walked into the kitchen, he felt his body become hot. He watched as you leaned against the counter, your face angled upwards, mouth open, as you squirted some whip cream into your mouth.

Oh how the impure thoughts came flooding into his mind. What sealed the deal was when you swallowed, a quick “mmm” followed afterwards before your eyes met his with a smile covering your face.

“Hey baby how was your shower?” You asked running up to him and hugging him, inhaling the smell of his body wash. Oh how he was fighting the urge to just push you on your knees as he pulled is dick out of his pants and made you suck it.

“It was good.” He said running his hand through your hair, then resting his hand on your cheek as you looked up at him.

“The cupcakes are already in the oven, so once they’re out we can put the whip cream in the middle then frosting them then finally eat them-” you let out a soft gasp as Beelzebub ran his hands down to your ass and gave it a squeeze. “Are my brothers home?” He questioned as he starting kissing her neck.

“I-I don’t hear them.” You whimpered out before beel captured your lips in his as he allowed his big hands to run all over your body.

Once he pulled away, beel removed your shirt, and bra, he kissed down the valley between your breasts, as he got on his knees, then captured your nipple in his mouth as he sucked on it before letting it go with a satisfying pop, and moving onto the next one.

As he pulled back, beel got off of his knees, and gently moved you over to the counter, turned you around, and gently bent you against it. He pulled down your stretch pants and underwear. “Your body is so stunning.” He mumbled against your skin, causing goosebumps to arise on your skin. “You have the body of a goddess.” He said getting back down onto his knees. “Spread your legs honey” he said. Of course you did as he wanted. Your heart pounded in your chest as whimpers and soft moans escaped your lips when beel started to eat you out. The fear of getting caught was exciting.

When beel’s mouth got tired, he quickly moved away, and shoved 2 of his long fingers inside of you, stretching you out. “Does this feel good honey?” Beel asked as he quickly moved his fingers inside of you. You nodded, your mind going blank as your climax started to fill your body. “I’m going to cum” you whimpered out, before beel pulled his fingers out. You whimpered at the lack of fullness before beel’s tongue entered your entrance, you moved your hips around, practically fucking his face as you came onto his tongue. After beel lapped up all of your cum, beel stood up, pulled down his pants and underwear, and rubbed his dick against your folds before he slid into you. He lifted up your leg, holding it as he pounded into you. You let out a loud moan before he covered your mouth. He leaned forward, whispering into your ear “my brothers should be home any minute now, you don’t want Lucifer, or anyone else to walk in on us hm?” He felt your insides tighten around him as you shook your head. He let out a soft chuckle. “You say no, but your body is telling me you like the idea of us maybe getting caught like this. Such a dirty girl. We need to keep your mouth shut: suck.” He commanded as he shoved 2 fingers inside your mouth. You sucked his fingers as beel kissed all over your shoulders. As the two of you got close to your climaxes, the two of you started to hear mammon’s voice ring through the hall that lead to the kitchen. Beel quickly took his fingers out of your mouth and clamped his big hand over your mouth, then sat your leg down. That hand quickly moving to your clit to rub it as he fucked you harder.

“Don’t make any sound unless you want to get caught and not get to cum.” Beel said quietly. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head as your climax washed over you, cream coating his cock as beel pulled out and came onto your back and ass.

“Good girl..good girl..” he cooed as he reached forward and quickly grabbed a paper towel, wiping you off, then helping you get your clothes back on before he pulled his pants up.

“Mammon don’t go into the kitchen dinner will be made soon!” Lucifer yelled.

“Yeah yeah I just want a quick snack!” Mammon’s voice rang by the door of the kitchen. In a swift movement, beel sat you down on the barstool then threw away the used paper towel, before slipping a hand into an oven mit, and pull out the cupcakes just as mammon and Amso came into the kitchen.

“Oh- beel and y/n are here!” Asmo said as mammon went straight to the fridge. “Mhm.” He said looking into the freezer. “Say, do you think Lucifer would hide Goldie in here again?”

“After you found it the last time he put it in there? Doubt it.” Beel said placing the cupcakes onto the cooling rack.

“Damn. Guess I gotta look somewhere else. Ya! Do you think Levi will help me out?”

“Unlikely” all 3 of you said in unison, which made mammon “tch” before leaving the kitchen.

“I hope you guys had fun.” Asmo said with a wink as he grabbed an apple and left the kitchen, leaving the two of you red faced. Of course Asmo would know what the two of you just finished doing. He is the avatar of lust.

[koqabear]

congratulations on 2k!! im so proud of you so heres a song equation that i think is so genius

the weeknd, one of your girls + beomgyu + smut and fluff = popular fuckboy!beomgyu x popular sweet!mc

this song is so beomgyu to me😵‍💫😵‍💫

♫: One of the Girls, The Weeknd // [2K Masterlist]

"Beomgyu’s a lot more obsessed with you than he’d like to admit."

beomgyu x fem!reader // wc: 2.1K // genre: smut, pwp, only a bit of fluff sorry <3 MDNI.

warnings: dom!beomgyu, sub!mc, oral (m & f rec), name calling (slut), finger sucking(?), spitting, praise, pet names (pretty girl, good girl, etc.), deep throating, dacryphilia maybe, possessiveness, overstimulation, cumming untouched ig. unprotected sex.. lmk if i should add anything

Notes: 2k followers ended months ago and this bitch is still here

Beomgyu never intended to keep you around this long.

Pretty girls like you were never his type. Saccharine sweet, innocent smiles, bright eyes and an energetic attitude that brought people to you like flies to honey. You had the world in the palm of your hand, opportunities at your feet and friends that were loyal like dogs— you were perfect, untouchable, untainted. 

Everything he was not. 

Maybe that’s how he got where he is now, low lidded eyes observing you carefully, watching as your shining doe eyes plead up at him, careful hands smoothing up and down the rough material of his jeans; you’re so pretty like this, he finds himself thinking, all pliant and weak to him, waiting for his command like a mindless puppy— your throat bobs and your tongue darts across your lips, dainty fingers playing with the loops of his belt as you silently plead for permission to let him feel good.

“My friends were talking about you today,” Beomgyu murmurs, tilting his head and reaching down to caress your face gently; warm hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone, smiling at your head that immediately goes to lean into his touch, “said they couldn’t stop thinking ‘bout the way you looked in the dress you wore to last weeks party.”

Memories flash in your mind; the party your friends dragged you to, only complying because you were aware of who was taking part in hosting it— the pure, innocent image that hung over your head causing heads to turn the whole night— you could hear it, practically, the whispers and comments wondering what you were doing in such a place, all having speculated you the type to hate loud, rowdy environments like these.

They weren’t wrong; you barely lasted an hour in that dark, crowded place, finding yourself having a much better time in the back of Beomgyu’s car, pretty dress bunched at your hips and your makeup smudged by the time he dropped you off at your place, greedy hands refusing to let you go so easily, not one to put up much of a fight yourself; you’ve always been fond of waking up to the sight of Beomgyu first thing in the morning, anyway. 

Beomgyu’s eyes darken; you’re snapped out of your reverie by the feeling of blunt nails digging into your skin, your head tilted back as you’re forced to stare back at Beomgyu’s dangerous gaze.

“They also couldn’t stop talking ‘bout how bad they wanna fuck you,” he seethes, nails digging in deeper at the very thought; your eyes glisten and you shift restlessly on your knees, a shaky sigh escaping your lips at his tone— his thumb quickly reaches over to weigh down at your bottom lip, parting your lips slowly. 

“Would give anything to feel your mouth,” he recounts, thumb pushing into your mouth, a gentle pressure against your tongue as he surveys how easily you obey him; his brows knit together and his thumb hooks down against your tongue, opening your mouth roughly as he hovers over you; his face is inches away from yours as he speaks, his voice barely audible. “Said it’s such a shame they didn’t get their hands on you that night.”

Beomgyu could only sit back in his seat and listen; a spectator to it all, jaw clenched and arms crossed as he took in the way they spoke about you, salivating over you— the very reminder is enough to have his blood boiling. But, who was he to lash out at them? As far as the world was concerned, you were a pure, pretty girl that was expected to marry the son of an influential family friend. Beomgyu was never supposed to be in the picture.

“Wonder what everyone would think if they saw you now,” he mutters, voice patronizing and eyes filled with a sick arrogance as he stares down at you, “a good little slut on her knees for me.”

Without further warning, he spits; you flinch slightly at the action, a whine ripping through you as he straightens back up. Deft fingers smooth down your head, digging into your scalp and forcing your head forward— your hands are quick to undo his jeans, not needing another word from him for you to know what he wants. 

“Fuck,” Beomgyu breathes out, dazed at the sight of your eager actions, quickly undoing his jeans and getting to his leaking cock; your hand is warm and soft against him, and he feels himself twitching pathetically the moment you finally pull him free from his underwear; your pace is familiar and your lips are plush as they kiss at the tip of his cock, doe eyes glancing back up at him for approval.

“So perfect for me,” Beomgyu coos, caressing your cheeks and watching as you take him in your mouth slowly, lidded gaze glued onto the lewd scene like he’s determined to ingrain everything about this moment into his mind, “Know just what I like, such a good girl.”

His voice is soft and deep as he purrs out praise to you, hand wandering down until it’s placed at your throat curiously— you relax instinctively, jaw falling slack as he begins to thrust shallowly, whispered curses and rumbled groans making your thighs clench pitifully— but your hands simply fall down on your thighs, knowing that Beomgyu never likes it when you touch yourself like this. 

Your tearful yet determined gaze has Beomgyu’s pace stuttering— you just look so damn pretty under the dull lights of his room, the feminine and cute outfit you’ve put on today not helping at all; your makeup is already getting smudged from the tears that cling to your lashes and the drool that builds up at the corners of your mouth, taking everything Beomgyu gives you with nothing but a wide doe-eyed look. 

“Shit…” Beomgyu groans, his thrusts a lot rougher than they were moments ago; he’s getting closer, you can tell, your hands balling into fists on your thighs as you continue to let him fuck your mouth just how he likes— his hand is frantic to grab at the back of your head, fingers stinging at your scalp as he pulls you flush against his pelvis; he’s still, and you can feel him throbbing in your mouth— your throat stings and your eyes squeeze shut, hot tears running down your cheeks as you swallow instinctively; Beomgyu lets out a sharp moan at the feeling.

“D–Don’t— don’t… do that,” Beomgyu huffs out, hips grinding subconsciously against you, your lungs starting to burn as you place a frantic hand on his thigh— but Beomgyu pays no mind to you, clearly lost in his head as he lets out a shaky sigh; at the sudden feeling of you placing a slight pressure on him, he looks down at you curiously. 

“Hold it,” he tells you, lips twitching darkly as he feels you swallow again, body tensing as he simply ruts into your throat gently, “just a bit longer… you can take it baby.”

Your throat constricts around him, your eyes sting and you whine on his cock that continues to stuff your mouth— Beomgyu only pulls out once he feels you tapping weakly at his thigh, watching with low lidded eyes as you immediately begin to sputter and cough, a string of spit connected from his tip to your lips; he leans down to get a good look at you, watching you with a deceivingly soft smile as you try to regain your breath— his hand smoothes down your hair fondly, head cocking to the side as he prompts you to look at him. 

“Good?” he asks gently, watching you nod without hesitation; he chuckles, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead before he takes your hands in his, pulling you up and beginning to walk you backwards toward his bed, “Good.”

As Beomgyu hovers over you, your he can’t help but find himself thinking about how fond he’s grown of this sight; of you, your breathless figures and your shiny eyes that catch his every movement, from his gaze that takes you in hungrily to his hands that slowly push the skirt of your dress up. 

“Such a pretty girl,” Beomgyu breathes out, your wide eyes watching as he shifts down to lay on his stomach, slow, warm hands running up and down your thighs— you squirm impatiently at the feeling, hips bucking and lips parting in a gasp as he places a slow kiss onto your clothed cunt; mouth lingering for a moment, smiling coyly at the wet patch that already seems to have formed— and he looks back up at you, fingers hooking under your panties to pull them down as he speaks. “All mine too, right?”

Without thinking, you nod.

“Wouldn’t let anyone else see this perfect body,” he murmurs, fingers beginning to wander up and down your slit, toying with your clit and watching the arousal leak out of you desperately, “It’s all for me.”

Beomgyu always seems to get like this, you think to yourself— his touches are teasing, needy, and his tongue is warm as he licks at your clit, fingers picking up where he left off so he can talk— he’s insatiable, possessive, and his words always make you clench a little tighter against him; you think he must feel the way you react to him, and that’s why he’s taken a liking to running his mouth so much. 

You couldn’t be any more incorrect, though— because as Beomgyu finally begins to use his mouth on you, tongue fucking your hole and nose pressing insatiably against your clit, he can only find himself thinking about how he’d like to spend the rest of his life like this— here, with you, listening to the way you keen and cry and bury your fingers in his hair, whining incoherently into the air. 

“I’m— I’m close,” you stutter, your hips bucking and chasing after Beomgyu’s mouth; he simply hums in response, eyes closed with bliss as he feels your thighs shake and close around his head— your voice is pretty and airy as you stutter out mindless praise, every moan of his name causing his cock to twitch and leak against your mattress, unable to stop the way he grinds against it stupidly. 

“R-right— Right there, oh my god, please don’t stop, please— coming, I’m coming, Beomgyu—!”

Your hips buck up and your back arches— your nails dig into his scalp and pull at his hair, shaky moans falling from your lips as your body tenses up and your orgasm washes over you. Beomgyu remains keen to it all— every sound you make, the way your body shakes and falls limp, he takes it all in, tongue still lapping hungrily at your arousal and hips still grinding into your mattress. 

He helps you ride it all out— your eyes prick with tears all the while, sensitivity sending shocks throughout your body as you feel him groan against your cunt, burying his head further in even after you’ve begun to whine that it’s too much; when his head emerges from between your legs, he looks just as dazed and out of breath as you— if not more so. 

“Gyu…” you mumble out, eyes drifting down to his chest that heaves, down to his stomach and noticing something that makes your eyes widen; Beomgyu follows your gaze, glancing down and looking away with red tinted ears.

“Can’t help it,” he huffs, not ashamed in the slightest as he hovers over you, cupping your face and leaning down to capture your lips, barely parting so he can speak, “you’re so hot when you cum.”

“Am I?” you ask softly, laughing at the immediate nod you get; your hand wanders down between your bodies, fingertips brushing over his cum-stained stomach and on his already hardening cock— your brows jump, and you smile. “Need me to clean you up?”

Beomgyu’s fervent shake of his head catches you by surprise; he’s never been one to deny the feeling of your mouth on him, so to say that this unexpected was an understatement.

“Just wanna be inside you,” he mumbles against your lips, the feeling of his cockhead grinding against your clit bringing about a sigh from both of you, “wanna see you cum again.”

The whine you let out at his words is enough to have him entering you slowly; dark eyes taking in every change of your expression, watching as your brows furrow at the stretch— he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of the sight. 

No other girl has ever managed to do what you have; the man above you feels entirely enamored as he watches the way you cry and clench around his cock, gasping his name and clinging onto him desperately— you drive him crazy, and this only serves to prove it further. 

You were never supposed to leave such an impact on him. But now that you have, Beomgyu will do anything to make sure that you don’t escape his clutches.

[treasureofmammon]

🔥 For "scientific purposes" 🔥

Minors don't interact (MDNI), Suggestive.

👥️Characters: Lucifer x gn!reader, Mammon x gn!reader, Leviathan x gn!reader, Satan x gn!reader, Asmodeus x gn!reader, Beelzebub x gn!reader, Belphegor x gn!reader.

⚠️Warnings: MDNI, smut-ish, Suggestive.

📝 Note: After looking at some official artworks that make me go 🥵 for each brother, I thought: how would each of them react if you asked him to take his shirt off to touch his abs for "scientific purposes". Lol.

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💜 Belphie 💜

Belphie:

MC: ... Please take off your shirt and let me feel your abs.

Belphie: Wh-What? Why?

MC: ... It's for scientific purposes! I promise! (It isn't). I just want to understand demons' anatomy better!

Belphie, blushing and a little confused, but taking his shirt off nonetheless: I mean, if it helps (?)

❤️ Beel ❤️

Beel:

MC: ... Please take off your shirt and let me feel your abs. I- I swear, it's for scientific purposes (no, it's not), you see, for anatomy class-

Beel immediately takes his shirt off, blushing a little but not even questioning you: O-Okay.

🩷 Asmo 🩷

Asmo:

MC: ... Please take off your shirt and let me feel your abs. I- It's for scientific purposes (no, it's not) since we are studying demons' anatomy, I thought-

Asmo knows exactly what you're doing. With lustful eyes, he doesn't let you finish and, while taking his shirt off, he answers: Of course, hon! Anything to help you study.

💚 Tan 💚

Satan:

MC: ... Please take off your shirt and let me feel your abs.

Satan: Wh-What are you saying?!

MC: D-Didn't you want to help me study? How can I understand demons' anatomy without actually interacting from up close with one? (You lier!)

Satan might be blushing, but he doesn't waste the opportunity. While taking his shirt off, he rambles: F-fine. As your tutor, I must make sure that you actually understand the assignments perfectly. Interacting with the specimen like this, in this case: a demon, might be beneficial. In fact, in the XIX century, human scholars (...).

🧡 Levi 🧡

Levi:

MC: ... Please take off your shirt and let me feel your abs.

Levi: Wh-WhAT?! EH? WhAt Did yOu jUsT sssAY?! I-

MC: What? Did I say that outloud?! I- I mean..., I wouldn't mind if you don't mind. It's for scientific purposes! (Lier! It isn't!). You know how in anatomy class-

Levi, taking his shirt off: F-fine... But I'm just a yucky otaku, you know. Are you ok with this?

(We were the ones who asked, Levi)

💛 Mamms 💛

Mammon:

MC: ... Please take off your shirt and let me feel your abs.

Mammon: HUH?! WH-WHAT? WHAT ARE YA-

MC: Pretty please! If you don't help me, who will? I mean, think about it! How am I, a human, supposed to understand demons' anatomy otherwise! It's for scientific purposes, I promise! (you spectacular lier!)

Mammon, red as a tomatoe, maybe even shaking while taking his shirt off: F-fine human. But doncha take this da wrong way!

💙 Luci 💙

Lucifer:

MC: ... Please take off your shirt and let me feel your abs.

Lucifer doesn't even ask if he listened correctly. He knows what he heard. So he takes off his shirt and walks to you: Fine, my little sheep. Otherwise, how will you understand demons' anatomy. It's for scientific purposes only, right?— he moves your hands to his torso, with a devilish smile on his face.

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[Notes: The character(s) depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text here was made by me: Treasure of Mammon, meaning this is fan-made. | GN!Reader | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with this post].

📌 Masterlist

[sassykattery]

Dollface Pt. 5

Let's see where this goes...

CW: Main Character is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Suggestive material. Mention erection.

The main character is afab, uses she/her pronouns. This story is meant to be somewhat curvy/plus-sized reader insert, but the main character is given a physical description, but it's not crucial to the story or mentioned often after Part 1.

Themes: Romance. Magic. Adventure. Diavolo x fem! MC. Suggestive content.

Characters: Main Character. Diavolo. Main character has a mother and father.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Masterlist

Okay, here we go.

"Hey, Mom?" The human woman called out from the back of the house.

"Living room."

She walked out and saw her parents both sitting in their respective recliners, looking as though they were just talking. It was later that same evening.

"What's up?" Her mom asked.

"I gotta tell you guys something," she drawled out, trying to sound positive but guilt wreaked havoc on her face.

"What? You finally get a boyfriend?" Her dad asked sarcastically.

She swallowed thickly and stared openly at both of them, waiting to respond.

"That's funny, but really, what is it?" Her mom replied, half-laughing.

"Uh... well... Yes," she replied.

There was silence for several seconds, everyone looking between the other to see if there was a punchline any of them were missing.

"I have a boyfriend," she finally stated a bit more concretely.

Her parents blinked a few times, letting it sink in.

"Since when?" Her dad asked, almost partially laughing as well.

"Since uh... today," she replied, sounding confused herself.

"Oh? And how'd this happen?" The dad inquired.

"I met him recently, and we clicked. He's not from here, he's... international, and I really like him... And I think he really likes me," she replied, looking away and sounding dreamy then.

"Well? Do we get to meet him?" Her mom asked a bit excitedly.

"Yes... Is, uh, right now okay?" She asked timidly.

"Now? Is he here?" Her dad asked, setting his footrest down.

"Yeah, and he is actually really excited to meet you guys," she added, tucking some hair behind her ear.

"I suppose now is as good as any, let him in," her mom answered, sitting up and straightening herself and then fussing over her husband too.

---

You see, while her parents were gone, she and the Demon Lord went out to find proper clothes for him. They were able to dig in her father's clothes to find him at least a shirt and pair of shorts to pass as decent in public while they went shopping. She ran to a dollar store and found a pair of sandals that would have to work until she found him proper ones. While at the mall, she wasn't quite used to the ogling coming from everyone else looking at her nearing sevent foot tall companion.

"Okay, what clothes do you like to wear? I'll buy anything you want," she declared, looking through the racks of the big and tall section.

"Ah, well, back at home, we're fairly formal, or at least I am, due to my status. Typically, a button-up long sleeve shirt, slacks, and loafers are in order," Diavolo replied, following her and watching her. "I would also like you to know I intend to pay you back for this. I appreciate your kindness," he said as he leaned in her peripheral, and she happened to side-eye him, taking in his muscular build and feeling heat radiate off of him.

"Okay, we can do that. I want you to be comfortable..." she trailed off, deep in thought, as she walked over to the formal section. He appeared at her flank, nearly brushing against her. When she turned to size him up, a hot flush ran over her body to have him be so close again.

"What is it?" He asked, tilting his head.

"I just..." She trailed off again, her voice wavering. He realized what was wrong and began to smile widely.

"Do I make you nervous?" He teased, leaning over at the hip.

"More like you give me dirty thoughts that I definitely shouldn't be having in a clothing store," she retorted, trying to stuff down her bodily response.

He chuckled darkly and slipped an arm around her waist.

"You're adorable," he murmured, kissing the top of her head. Her blush only deepened as she grew hotter all over.

"Okay, what colors do you like? Gray, black, and maybe a wine or burgundy?" She asked while thumbing through their largest shirts.

"How did you know?" He asked, keeping his arm around her and looking over her shoulder.

"I'm good at color theory... and I remember your doll clothes. I assumed they were the kinds of colors you like," she replied thoughtfully, selecting the colors she mentioned and handing them to him as she kept looking down.

"I see. Smart, beautiful, and creative," he murmured, his hip brushing against her lower waist. She stiffened but kept her eyes and head down.

"Alright, slacks..." she murmured, looking up and scanning the area, landing on the formal pants. The pair walked over to them, and yet again, she turned to find him pressed up against her, observing.

"Um... You're a little close," she mumbled.

"I apologize," he replied. "I enjoy being near you, but if I'm making you uncomfortable, I can stop." His brows knitted together, and his smile faded.

"No, I'm just not used to this," she admitted. His smile returned, and he tilted his head down low to speak to her quietly.

"This is new for both of us. Just tell me when I've crossed a line, and I'll do the same for you," he murmured. "But it is my intention to be as close to you as possible, if you'll allow me."

She nodded. "I'd like to be close, too."

He kissed her temple and motioned for her to continue. Once more, she turned her head to get a figure for his size, and decidedly pulled a range of them, hoping one could fit the demon physique bordering on godly.

"Okay, go try these on, I'll find some other stuff while you do that," she said, handing Diavolo the stack of clothes. She pointed to the door that said "Fitting Room" and watched him walk in. Not wanting to stray too far, she looked at some casual clothes nearby and continued thumbing through everything available, grabbing a belt, tie, and some undergarments along the way.

A few minutes later, she heard her name called out by a familiar tenor and wandered over to the door and knocked.

"It's me," she replied.

"Can you assist me? I'm afraid my butler usually helps straighten me out," he asked, rather embarrassed.

"Sure," she answered. The door opened enough for her to enter, and when she was inside, he was just finishing buttoning up his shirt. She had to hold in her snort when she saw the buttons puckering from how big he was.

"Hm, maybe we need to go to the specialty store across the street," she mused.

"Why's that?" He asked in reply. His eyes followed her gaze and noticed what she had. "Ah, maybe so. Humans are a great deal smaller than demons as a general rule."

"Even the females?" She asked, busying her hands on his form to straighten his collar, sleeves, and button the cuffs.

"Yes. And, unfortunately, royalty tends to be even bigger than that," he replied, watching her tiny hands work. He could feel the heat radiating off her face and neck as she leaned in closer on her tiptoes to reach up and move his collar.

"That's interesting," she murmured, trying not to let her gaze wander.

She lost her balance and fell forward into the prince, face-first right into his chest. His arm instantly came around her waist to hold her and keep her from falling further.

"I'm so sorry," she said, muffled into the fabric.

He chuckled and helped her steady herself again. "No need for apology," he replied smoothly. The embarrassed look on her face was adorable to him.

She took a step back and gestured toward the mirror behind him. He turned and looked himself over. It wasn't entirely bad, but it was noticeable enough to him and her that these clothes were a bit too small. Turning back to her, he grinned and added,

"So, the specialty store, then?"

The woman chuckled and nodded in reply, and that amused expression turned into shock when she let her eyeline fall too far.

"Um..." Her eyes were wide, her lips puckered and rolled in, as if she was unsure what to say.

He looked down and noticed that her bumping into him had aroused him more than he originally thought. Looking back up at her, he gave a sly grin and slid in closer, wrapping an arm around her upper waist.

"You, uh... We can't leave..." she stammered, clearly becoming shy again. Kissing her forehead, he groaned playfully.

"Oh? Why not? Hm?" He teased. "Is there something wrong?"

She pulled away and turned her back to him. "No, no! You should probably change so we can...go," she lied in reply.

Diavolo gave an amused, quiet chuckle. "I can see right through that. But yes, I suppose so," he replied in a low pitch in her ear. She didn't move, but he could see her flinch just slightly.

After he was changed and everything was put back, the two made the venture to the specialty store, and indeed, they had much better luck there. Though he was still near the top of the size range, it was definitely a better overall fit for the Demon Lord. He noticed how much more expensive everything was, though, and he reminded himself to make sure he paid her back tenfold for buying everything.

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The human woman walked on back to the other side of the house and opened a series of doors. She found Diavolo playing with the neighborhood stray cats outside at the back of the house, and had to drag him away. Though, he wasn't entirely sad to leave them. He knew he'd be back.

Once inside the house again, she brought him to the common room where her parents were eagerly waiting. She linked arms with him and stopped in front of them.

It was dead silent as the pair stood there. Her parents' gazes trailed upward to find the rather large prince towering over them. He was wearing a black set of slacks and a button-up long sleeve shirt with matching sports coat. It wasn't often that her father found himself looking up at anyone, being tall himself. Her mother was shorter than her, nearly having to take a step back to look at him fully.

"Mom, Dad, this is Diavolo," she announced quietly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both," Diavolo beamed, giving his best airs and graces.

"And you, too," her mom finally spoke up. She elbowed her husband.

"It's good to meet you, too," her dad added, sounding uncertain.

Her parents sat first, so she brought Diavolo over to the adjacent couch to sit.

"Where are you from Dia..." Her mom trailed off, unsure how to pronounce his name.

"Diavolo," he repeated with a warm smile.

"Diavolo," her mom repeated.

"Yes, I'm from out of the country. It's a place no one has ever heard of here in the States, and it's rather challenging to find it on any map from this part of the world," he replied.

"Alright. What do you do for a living?" Her father asked next, eyeing the demon further.

"I work for the government and the education system," he answered.

"Government and education? So, are you more conservative or liberal?" Her mother asked next.

"Mom!"

"That's alright," Diavolo stated with another warm smile, placing a hand over hers. "We do have our traditions, yes, but we are open to influence from others, in fact, it's my current mission to ensure we do our best to welcome everyone so we can learn more about each other. It's for the betterment of everyone, I think."

"That sounds rather wise," her father replied.

"How did you meet Diavolo then?" Her mom asked pointedly.

"We sort of ran into each other for the first time at the post office, and we kept in touch," she replied, hoping her somewhat truth would stick.

"Well, it's good to meet you," her mom replied.

"Do you happen to play sports? You could easily play for the NFL or somethin', maybe even wrestling," her dad inquired. Immediately, she internally groaned and squeezed Diavolo's arm.

The prince chuckled and squeezed her back while he spoke. "Ah, no, technically, I don't play for any teams, but I do enjoy playing sports at home, as well as cycling and jogging daily for exercise."

"It's not often I find anyone who's much taller than me, son, so I'd've bet money on ya playing," her father drawled.

Diavolo smiled bashfully at the word "son" and crinkled his eyes.

"Okay, well, we're gonna head out for a... a date," she finally cut into the conversation.

"You said you're from out of the country. Where are you staying?" Her mom asked, ignoring her daughter.

"Ah, well, it seems there was a mishap with my former accommodations, so I'll have to find something," Diavolo replied smoothly as the human girl stood with him.

"Oh no! Dear, we should let him stay here. We have a spare bedroom," her mom offered and looked at her husband.

Her father deadpanned and sighed, knowing his wife had already made up her mind. "If you need it, we have a place for ya," he agreed.

"You two are most kind and generous. I see where she gets it from," Diavolo beamed down at his companion brightly. "But I don't wish to intrude."

"You're not. I'll make sure everything is ready when you two return," her mom said, now shooing them out the front door.

The human and Diavolo walked out of the house and down to the driveway where her car was. When the pair got into her car, she snuck a look at the front door and saw two heads peaking out to watch, to which she rolled her eyes.

"What is it, my love?" Diavolo purred in her ear. "I thought it went well."

"It did, so now they're watching us," she replied, cooking an eyebrow at the lurkers. They ducked back inside and closed the front door. Both chuckled and sighed, and finally she turned to look at him, only to snicker at how off he looked in her compact SUV.

"Wild guess, your cars are also bigger," she teased with a crooked smile.

"Like I said, smart and beautiful," he replied playfully.

She then put it in reverse to leave the driveway and then forward again to putter on down the street.

"I'll have to let you see my collection when I get a chance. I have a feeling you'll enjoy some of them," he added joyfully, watching the world go by.

She gripped the steering wheel slightly, thinking about that. "You... want me to see the, erm, Devildom?"

He was quiet for a moment before looking over at her again while she looked at the road ahead.

"I would, yes," he answered.

"Oh," she said in surprise, raising both brows. "I'm honored."

"You've shown me your home, where and how you live, and I would like to show you mine," he added.

"I hope someday I can," she replied, sounding uncertain. The human woman tried not to think about how this could all end for them. She wasn't sure she'd be able to keep him, nor would he be able to take her with him when he went home. She also had her reservations about being in a place of demons and whether or not she'd survive, let alone fit in.

"Something is bothering you," he observed in a more quiet tone.

They came to a stop at a red light, and she briefly looked over at the prince.

"I know you care for me, and maybe even love me, but is that enough for you to actually try and make this work? I mean, you said you'd take me with you, but I just have a feeling something is going to get in the way, and I won't ever see you again," she replied, accelerating as the light turned green. "We haven't even talked about the logistics of all this."

"You're right, and I don't wish to alarm or upset you when I say I haven't entirely worked it out either, but I am working on it. It doesn't help when I don't have any way to access or talk to my butler or the brothers," Diavolo replied, a touch solemn-sounding.

"I guess we need to get a hold of them. Where were you before you ended up here?" She asked, making a turn down another road.

"Japan," he answered. She sighed and rubbed her temple with one hand.

"Alright," she said, sounding resigned.

After about ten more minutes, the pair had arrived at the movie theater. Diavolo quickly got out to stretch his legs and look around as she finally made her way around to join him. She smiled a bit as she said,

"Sorry, I guess I never thought I'd have a seven foot tall boyfriend when I got this car."

Diavolo smiled brightly, taking off his jacket and throwing it over his arm and taking her hand.

"So I'm your boyfriend now?"

"I thought we established that. If you were thinking more, I'm afraid you'll need to put a ring on it," she sassed him, leading him towards the entrance to the theater.

"A ring? Oh, like marriage? Do you want a ring?" He asked curiously.

She tripped over her own feet when she heard him say that. He held her hand tight and pulled her up quickly, not letting her fall. Next, she was in his arms and face planted into his sternum.

"If that's what you want, I'll find the best ring for you–"

"Dia!" She whispered intensely. She pulled him aside and spoke very quietly but with vigor. "We are technically on our first date, and you're telling me you want to marry me? You know that sounds insane, right?!"

The Demon Lord ducked his head down low and replied back in a deep rumble, "I did tell you I loved you just earlier today during sex, did I not? I know what I want."

"Do all demons act like this?" She muttered, still dumbfounded.

"Like what?" He asked a bit more seriously then.

"Head-strong?" She was asking more than answering.

"That's just me, my darling," he replied.

She narrowed her eyes. "You don't like being told no, do you?"

He cracked a smile then. "You are a bright one."

"And you're starting to sound like a yandere," she mumbled, leading him to the theater and entering.

"Hm, you seem like the type to enjoy such behavior," he murmured as she approached the counter.

She bought their tickets and led him to the concession area. After buying their snacks and finding their theater, she walked all the way up the stairs to the very back row, sitting in the middle. Diavolo followed closely and sat next to her, clearly too big for the seat. She set up the armrests on either side so he could have more room.

"Thank you," he murmured in her ear. "Though I see this as just a reason to hold you close." He slithered an arm around her.

"What did you mean earlier? That I would like that behavior?" She asked quietly, ignoring his comment.

He hid his head behind hers to very quietly whisper behind her ear, "As smart and observant you are, I've noticed some things about you, too. You relish the thought of someone being so obsessed with you that they'd be willing to steal you away. You crave someone who wants you so bad, makes you feel wanted and desired."

She looked ahead at the silver screen, watching the commercials roll on. Keeping her head still but flitting her eyes down and towards him, she whispered back, "Is that so wrong?"

"No, my sweet, it's not. Only, though, it would be if you didn't let the one who wanted to be that for you do so," he replied in a rumble. She then finally rested her hand on his large thigh and let her head roll back onto his outer chest.

"I agree."

He kissed her temple, and the lights in the theater dimmed as the movie played. It was an action type, typical gunslinging, and martial arts that were far too heavily edited to be real, but neither were particularly paying attention after twenty minutes. They found their lips to be far more entertaining, salacious touches only for the darkness to see.

"Hey, uh... the movie is over," the attendant mumbled from across the room. Both snapped their heads and saw a poor, traumatized college student half-turned away from the pair, holding a broom and dustpan.

"Sorry, we'll go," the woman jumped up and scurried past the prince, hopping down the steps with Diavolo following.

The two were laughing when they got outside, running out, hand-in-hand. There was a mist in the air, the streetlights on in the darkness surrounding them. They quickly got back in her car, and just as she started it, she looked over at the prince who was staring her down with the same look he had much earlier that morning when she found him.

"Hang on," she murmured, putting the car in drive and speeding off to a new location. Within five minutes, they were in a dark area in front of a pond, glistening under the light of her car's headlights, until she switched the car off.

"Where is this?" The prince asked in the dark. The clouds were heavy, and there were no lights around to illuminate either of them, though he was adapted to this level of lighting with his demonic eyes.

"This is a property of a friend of mine. Their house is on the opposite end, and she told me to stop by whenever I need a breather," she replied, her hand blindly finding his arm.

"And... why are we here?" He asked again.

"Because judging by that look you gave me, you weren't terribly interested in our date ending just yet," she answered softly.

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