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Ah yes.

It has been 3 years since I wrote this and guess what? I literally manifested the most perfect guy.

This has got to be one of my faves🥰

"I'm a virgin." feat. Lucifer and Diavolo

Pairings: Lucifer x Female!Reader and Diavolo x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: no real smut, very fluffy and cute, lucifer is drunk tho, edgeline suggestive stuff

A/N: For virgins, from a virgin. my religion said no

Lucifer

After spending hours of fruitless tossing and turning in bed, trying to get warm beneath your piles of blankets, you finally gave up. Wrapping a cotton sheet around yourself, you dragged your shivering body from the bed and off to the room of the eldest brother.

If he was still awake, you would ask him why your room was so cold and how to fix it.

To your delight, dim lamplight glowed through the crevices in the door so you knocked softly. While you waited for a response, you detected soft music coming from inside and couldn't help the little smile you gave when you realized it was the vinyl you purchased for his birthday.

The door opened to reveal a sleepy and rather tipsy Lucifer; hair no longer perfectly slicked to one side, a gentle smile on his lips, a crystal glass on his ungloved hands, and the first few buttons of his shirt undone.

"Good evening, love. It's a bit late, is something wrong?"

His voice was so low and soft... you wondered just how much demonus he had consumed since he'd stalked up to his room after movie night.

"Nothing terrible, just my room is super cold and I don't know why." You responded, "Is there a way to change that? Is there such thing as a thermostat in the devildom?"

Lucifer pulled you into his room and shut the door behind you, "You'll find it's warmer in here, darling. Come sit with me."

It was much warmer in his room...

Plus, drunk Lucifer seemed much more cuddly than the usual 'metal rod up my ass so far I can taste it' Lucifer and you knew this wasn't a reoccurring opportunity.

You weren't exactly in the mood for alcohol, so when Lucifer offered you a glass, you shook your head and to your surprise, he shrugged and tossed it back effortlessly and joined you on the bed; pulling your form up close to his chest, arms crossed over your stomach, and pressing light kisses to your exposed ears and neck.

You whimpered softly, nervousness mounting as his hands began to wander your body. You loved Lucifer, honestly! But... having never been intimate with someone and on top of that, the demon you wouldn't mind losing your v-card to being in his intoxicated state...

Nervous couldn't begin to describe your feelings at the moment.

Hands, calloused from writing and work, gently caressed your sides until they became more adventurous; reaching up to touch your soft breasts and you panicked.

Sitting up quickly, you pushed his hands off and pulled your knees to your chest.

"Something wrong, darling? I apologize if I crossed any boundaries... I'll admit I've had a few too many glasses of demonus this evening. Excuse my forwardness."

"O-Oh... No, it's okay Luci... I-I just got a little nervous because I... um... I've never done anything like this before and I don't want to disappoint you." You nursed at your bottom lip uncomfortably, veering around the dreaded statement as though it were deer in headlights.

A beat.

"Meaning...? I'm afraid you've lost me, dear MC." He sat up as well, eyeing you as gently as possible.

He's gonna make me say it, isn't he? He really did have too much demonus... ugh. You thought, taking a mental deep breath.

"I'm... I'm a virgin."

Lucifer blinked in surprise, "You kiss so well... I never would've guessed. That's not a problem, however, MC. I'm honored. We can wait for as long as you need."

You couldn't help but crack a blushy smile and throw yourself into his arms for a hug, knocking the dark-haired demon back into the pillows; his own arms trapping you firmly against his broad chest while your giggles spilled into the air.

"I'm afraid you're just so lovely, it's difficult to keep my hands off, much less my eyes," He murmurs, "It's especially difficult with so much demonus. You'll forgive me, won't you, love?"

"You don't need to apologize Luci, but you do need to fix my refrigerator of a bedroom before tomorrow night, okay?"

"Why ever would I do that when you could just sleep here with me?"

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Diavolo

After sharing a lovely evening at Ristorante Six with the Demon Lord himself, the two of you had opted to walk home instead of getting a ride from Barbatos, as the nighttime air was so refreshing and anything was better when you were arm-in-muscular arm with such a demon as Diavolo.

Unfortunately, you were still a few minutes away from the castle when out of nowhere, a storm settled right over your area and started dumping sheets of water onto the city streets with only a crash of thunder and a terrifyingly large bolt of lightning to serenade its arrival.

Diavolo immediately wrapped you in his jacket and took you up into a bridal carry before taking off towards his home.

He'd be damned if he allowed you to catch a cold on one of the nights you got to spend together.

The pair of you made it home soaking wet and giggling, the water running off your clothes soiling the freshly cleaned carpet in the main hall and causing the butler to sigh softly before wordlessly setting off to find some towels.

You gave the butler a sincerely apologetic look before Diavolo thanked him for the towels, wrapped a few around you and then himself, before scooping you up and carrying you to his room.

Diavolo was still laughing as he placed you on an armchair as though you were made of china before going to his closet to find some fresh clothes.

You used tissues to wipe away any remnants of makeup that lingered after the sky-given shower on the run home before undoing the elaborate hairstyle Asmodeus had done and stripping down to your underwear.

You sat on the chair again to wait for Diavolo's return from his massive closet and opted to watch the storm from his windows, snuggling in one of the massive towels that still smelled of the Demon Prince's musk.

"Silk or some of the finest cotton in the devildom, MC?" Diavolo called from the depths of his closet.

"You don't want just me in a towel?" You joked.

Diavolo poked his crimson crowned head back into the bedroom, "Oh believe me I'd love that but Barbatos would find it rather inappropriate... I'm feeling like cotton this evening, more breathable and less stiff, wouldn't you say, my dove?"

You nod and Diavolo smiles, noting your precious sleepy features.

When he exited the closet, you were surprised to he was shirtless with mauve cotton pajama pants.

Surprised, but not at all disappointed.

Your eyes twinkled as you took in his breathtaking physique as he made his way over to you. He gently pulled the towel down so he could pull the collar over your head and push your hands through the armholes.

He picked you up again and brought you to the four-poster bed, where he set you on the comfortable mattress before rolling in next to you and pulling you close to him.

"You looked absolutely divine tonight." He murmured, stroking your hair, "It's such a treat to get to spend time with you, you know? I wish I'd made you live with me when you first arrived here. Those brothers get to spend every day with you... how lucky."

You pressed your forehead against his own knowingly.

"That's why I cherish all of our moments together Dia. I've never been happier than when I'm with you."

You buried your face in his chest and gave a satisfied sigh when you felt his lips connect with the crown of your head.

The following silence was so addictingly warm and mellow, you hardly noticed the fact that the prince was leisurely sucking hickeys into your neck until one fang scraped the skin a bit harshly and you gave a startled whine.

You knew where this was going and you would be lying if you didn't admit you were a little more than terrified.

Diavolo was a big man...

He stopped his ministrations to see what the problem was, afraid he'd overstepped boundaries. You just... your skin just smelled so nice... he couldn't resist.

"Forgive me, dove. Did I hurt you?" He asked, concern lacing his tone.

"N-No, you just surprised me is all." You shook your head, but Diavolo wasn't satisfied.

You were tense.

Afraid.

"MC, are you scared of me?"

"What? No! Diavolo, I-I... I'm not afraid of you I just saw where this was going and I got nervous cuz... well..." You looked away, a blush forming on your features before you muttered, "I'm a virgin."

"MC..."

"I-I hope that's not a problem... I just get a bit nervous with this stuff, I d-don't know where to begin and of course, it would be horrible if I disappointed you-"

Diavolo silenced your ramble with a kiss, wrapping you in a firm embrace before pulling away.

"Oh my sweet dove, that's not a problem at all. If anything, I'm honored." He brushed a few strands of hair from your crimson face before kissing you, again and again, hoping to comfort you and stop that trembling lip before it gave way to tears.

"I promise dove, this doesn't change anything. It only makes you more of my precious, fragile dove and that's not a problem at all."

Diavolo rubbed your back and gave you one last squeeze before climbing over top of you and caging you against the bed.

"Shall we change it now or later?"

"My lord, I brought some tea to prevent either of you from catching a-"

Diavolo scrambled off of you, the look of a child caught in the act of mischief on his face.

"...cold. My lord, is this a bad time?"

"N-No, not at all Barbatos. I... think some tea is just what we need."

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in conclusion, I want one

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I post this every time I have to board a flight~

Yes they’re both in the plane restroom… for reasons~

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Trash CAN!

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heyy....

yeah, it's been a fat minute yall

thank you for your continued love and support for my work! i signed into tumblr (for the first time in... 2 years?) and I see your likes, your comments, and your reblogs and they really really mean so much. i can't say my writer's block is gone or that I will start posting regularly again (finals week is upon us), but summer is incoming! who knows? my hyper fixation could return <3

anyways, enjoy an extremely depraved satan blurb i found in my drafts :)

ObeyMe!Satan x Fem!Reader, butt stuff, mentions of vaginal sex, vibrator, finger fucking, dom!satan, depraved sub!reader, pet name "kitty", reader calls satan "sir" and "master"

You whined softly, head falling forward as you rode the demon's fingers that were sloppy and dripping with your slick. His other hand busied itself gently inserting a butt plug past that pretty pink ring of muscle between the globes of your ass.

You huffed, the widest part of the plug stretching you deliciously wide and stealing your breath, causing you to grip the blonde's jacket tightly.

He smiled and chuckled softly when he felt the toy sucked away from his fingers and admired how the glittery gem nestled itself between those plump cheeks.

You rubbed your cheek against his own and he welcomed the affection gladly, whispering sweet words of encouragement as you rode his hand.

"Good girl," He murmured, hot breath on your ear, "That's my precious kitty. You're always so good for your master, aren't you?"

You preen at his words, a blush lighting up your face. You whimpered softly as he removed his hand from your sloppy cunt, patting it twice before laying you face down on the bed.

"Need your cock sir..." You beg, turning your teary eyes to Satan, who was slowly returning from the closet with another toy in his grip. "Pretty, pretty please?"

"Not yet, Kitty." He murmurs, pressing a button on the small pink vibrator, bringing it to life, "Be patient. You'll get my cock when you're ready."

He watches your hole clench and quiver, ravenous for his touch.

You were so good and so irresistable and he hated teasing you like this when you deserved a reward. However, the last time you had sex, you were frustrated and became teary-eyed because just his fingers were hurting your poor center and you weren't enjoying yourself at all. You were so stressed for a multitude of reasons, so it had become extremely difficult to relax and enjoy yourself. He needed to make sure you were calm and focused on him so you could find relief.

Your hungry cunny swallowed the toy easily and the noises you made as it sunk into your pussy were just divine.

Satan pulled you close to his chest and began slowly fucking you with the vibrating toy, whilst pressing gentle kisses on your neck and on your ears.

You were so beautiful... he was so lucky that you allowed him to see you like this; back arched and fists clenched with furrowed brows and the sweetest, most depraved sounds falling from your lips.

He moved one large, warm hand to the small of your back to gain control of your squirming hips as the vibrator paired with the plug brought you to new heights of toe-curling ecstasy.

The little hooked nub coming off of the base glided under the hood of your clit every time your demon lover pressed the toy deep into your cunt.

It had you gasping and in tears.

Your eyelids fluttered as you slipped closer to the edge, control of your own body was lost and your writhing, bucking hips attempted to escape the onslaught of pleasure between your thighs.

"You're creaming," Satan murmured in your ear, hand never ceasing as he worked the toy into your silken folds, "I can't wait to have you creaming on my cock like this, kitty."

"Gonna cum, oh master I gotta! Please sir, pleeease?" You begged, writhing against the sheets.

"Are you gonna make a mess?" He whispered.

You could feel his smirk against your cheek, giddy at the notion of assisting you to an orgasm. His sweet girl deserved it more than anything.

"You want to make a pretty mess on my fat cock, don't you kitten? Let me see how messy your pretty pussy can be on your toy, huh?"

Your soft body stiffened as your orgasm washed over your body like a tsunami, spurred by his encouragement.

"Ohh, oh Satan~"

Your whines were as a siren song is to a sailor, "Yes baby, yes," he murmured, holding your limp body close as you came down from your sweet sweet high.

"Again," you pleaded, meeting his loving gaze, "again but on your cock this time sir!"

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Relatable lol

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Challenge months are wacky aren't they?

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

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hi hi ! so can i request OM brothers reacting MC self harming/attempting suicide (whichever one you think fits the brothers most) ? if that’s okay with you of course ? thanks lovie <3 !!

I'll only be doing cutting and other such unhealthy habits that fit the brothers here, if that's okay!

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

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Warnings: Angst, Self-Harm, Depression, Insomnia, Anxiety, Social Anxiety, Stress Eating, Anger Management Issues, Physical Insecurities, Workaholic Tendancies, Hurt/Comfort, GN! MC

Enjoy.

You'd struggled with depression long before you were sent to the Devildom. While the brothers had managed to keep you busy, to the point where your mind didn't have the time nor the energy to think about the things that made you feel so down, there were still plenty of times when you found yourself breaking down or even resorting back to the bad habits you'd thought you'd "grown out of." Life isn't easy, you know this. But you hated to make it someone else's problem. Whenever you'd tell someone about your issues, you always felt like a burden, so you kept it to yourself. When the brothers entered your life, you didn't want them finding out about it at all. That's when you tried to better yourself, get rid of those habits that kept you down in that place. But, unfortunately, life isn't easy, old habits are hard to kill, and secrets won't always be kept hidden.

Lucifer

You struggled with accepting the reality of life's cruelty.

You wanted to keep your mind busy so that you could have some form of escape, even if that meant pulling all-nighters just so you didn't have to fear the things that'd appear in your head once the area around you gets quiet and your mind is free to wander. This meant that you'd be doing a majority of your RAD schoolwork at night, weeks before the due date just so you could distract yourself.

You could still see the scars that littered over your arms, mainly those from your more recent assaults upon yourself, though you were always careful to hide them.

When you were in your room one night, however, you were wearing a tank top and shorts, ready to call it a night until your anxiety spiked and you were suddenly sitting at your desk, scribbling notes of random, possibly useless, information that you recalled from your lessons.

You managed to fall asleep like this.

Lucifer had only walked into your room to check on you, as he could see the faintest light seeping from beneath your door. He was just about ready to scold you for staying up so late, but when he entered the room and walked toward you, he noticed two things.

One being that you were very much asleep, your cheek pressed against an open textbook, and small scribble lines not going unnoticed as signs of your drowsiness before you passed out.

Two being that your arms were almost covered in scars.

His eyes widened, reaching a gloved hand out gently to twist your arm toward him, getting a better look.

There were scabs and old wounds that littered your arms, all the way up to your upper forearm.

His true surprise though, was when he saw one that was different from the others. It was still red, not bleeding, but it was more recent than the ones that had healed over.

Were you unhappy here? Why did you feel the need to do such a thing?

Lucifer couldn't begin to comprehend the complexity of human emotion, it wasn't his best suit in general. But this? He had no idea what he should do. Wake you up? Pretend like he didn't see anything?

He carefully carried you to your bed and tucked you in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, and softly wishing you sweet dreams.

After that, Lucifer would definitely check up on you more often. "How was your day, MC?", "Not too overworked, I hope?", "Perhaps your efforts should be rewarded. How about dinner? On me."

He never spoke to you directly about it. Even if he did, there wasn't much he knew to do. Despite this, he wants to be your rock, your shoulder to cry on. Every opportunity he gets, he holds his hand out to you, allowing you to rant about the shitty day you've had or how much you hate something/someone.

And every time, when he'd comfort you with a warm and tight embrace and soft strokes to your hair, he'd press a kiss to the top of your head, and whisper to you,

"I'm always here for you, whenever you need me."

Mammon

You struggled with talking about your emotions to other people.

Whenever you did, you just felt like a burden, so you often would bottle up everything you felt and let it all out at once when you're in the privacy of your own room, crying, and cutting.

Mammon walked in on you in the act, actually. His shades fell to the ground at the same time your small blade did.

"O-Oi! Whaddya think yer doin', huh?!" He asked, closing the door and rushing to your side. "Bandages," He muttered, dashing out of the room for a mere moment before running back in, unraveling the roll of bandages, and dropping the rest of the First-Aid kit. "Shit!" He dropped some of the supplies but quickly got to work on wrapping up your arms.

It was sloppy work, but at least he managed to tie it and stop the blood from seeping out of the cuts you'd made. The whole time, you just sat there, frozen in place, tears seemingly not stopping anytime soon.

When he was done bandaging you, he sat down at your side, and there was silence for the first time between the two of you. You didn't want to start bawling your eyes out, but you couldn't stop the small whimpers that escaped your throat, nor could you stop the tears that stained your face.

You rested your head on his shoulder and started sobbing, gripping his jacket, seeking his comfort.

Mammon flinched at the sudden contact but quickly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

Twenty minutes passed before he spoke amidst the silence after you'd finished crying.

"M'not gonna ask why... Just... Please don't do it again... I'll try to make ya happy, okay? Just promise me ya won't do it again."

Leviathan

You struggled with socializing.

Ever since you were a child, you never really fit in with society, so you just decided to hole yourself up in your room.

However, when you did try to make friends, you'd always get turned down rather harshly.

You were considered a weirdo.

So, you started cutting. It became a habit that stuck with you into your adulthood, and it was difficult to get rid of.

Even at the House of Lamentation, you found it too tempting. Especially when Asmodeus or Mammon would give you weird looks when you'd try to include yourself in conversation with the two of them.

The only person who could understand this was Leviathan, which is why he didn't ask any questions when he saw your scars. He didn't ask why you did it, didn't tell you off for doing it, he understood more than you thought. The thing is, his scars healed way faster because of his immortality.

"Don't hurt yourself, MC. Those dumb normies don't deserve people like you," He'd say, a determined smile on his face. "Why don't we do a marathon of your favorite anime? What was it? Devil Killer? (Cookie for whoever gets this reference) We can watch that and play video games all night if it means taking your mind off of things. So, um... L-Let's try to be each other's company, if that's okay with you..."

Satan

You were very emotional.

You'd be chided and teased for your short temper, your "crybaby" nature, but you just didn't know how to handle your own emotions sometimes.

Well, all the time.

So, you started cutting. Though, you didn't want to be conspicuous. You knew better than to let people know your weakness just from rolling up your sleeves. Your area of choice was your thighs.

You became fond of the cutting as a release of your feelings. This bleeded into your adulthood, and it was the only way you could cope without being so emotional.

However, nothing can get past the Avatar of Wrath when it comes to his own sin.

He could tell you were angry, angry enough to do something drastic, so he didn't bother knocking when he came into your room.

Satan saw you sitting on your bed, towel beneath you, thighs bleeding, a blade in your hand, and tears in your eyes.

He was quick to come in with the first-aid kit, neatly bandaging your wounds.

"Satan—" "Not right now, MC," He cut you off. He was upset that you were hurting yourself, and he couldn't trust himself to talk to you without scolding you. Scolding wasn't what you needed right now.

Once he was finished, he looked down at you, a distraught expression on his face. "Why would you do this to yourself, MC?" He asked softly, resting his forehead against your shoulder. He held your hips with his hands, trying to maintain a hold on you. "Why hurt yourself? Is it because of what others think of you? What you think of yourself?"

Satan tucked a few strands of your hair behind your ear, emerald eyes peering deep into yours. "No matter. You don't have to answer my questions now, MC... I just want you to be okay."

Asmodeus

You struggled with loving yourself.

You were always pressured to live up to society's beauty standards. When you tried, you failed more often than you didn't, and you'd be chided for your failure. That's why you started cutting in the first place.

Cutting gave you this kind of inexplicable relief. Since you hated yourself so much, there was a small voice in the back of your head telling you that something so ugly deserves this kind of treatment.

When Asmo saw your arms for the first time, he was frozen in place. The Avatar of Lust was speechless for the first time in years.

It was an accident, you'd never meant to expose your cut-up arms to him for fear of being judged. He was just really pushy about you trying out a new perfume, one that had a roll-on applicator.

"Darling," He spoke softly, keeping a sweet tone as he gently grasped your hands. "Did you do this?"

You bit your lip, casting your gaze down to your lap. Almost immediately, he grasped your chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head upward to look at him. The saddened expression in his eyes almost made you run out of the room.

He let out a small sigh, opening a drawer that was attached to his vanity mirror.

"You really shouldn't," He murmured softly as he squirted ointment onto your arm, rubbing it into your skin. "Your skin is too pretty, you're too pretty to be harming yourself like this."

Pretty?

You hadn't been called pretty before, not from what you can remember.

"Don't do this anymore, yes? Promise me you won't harm your beautiful body like this anymore."

Beelzebub

You struggled with your body image and stress eating.

You found it difficult to live up to the standards set by society, at least, that's what you felt. You always felt very insecure about your body, and your eating habits didn't help either.

The Avatar of Gluttony found out about your stress eating when he was raiding the fridge one night. You had woken up feeling especially stressed out about an exam you had the next day, so you had gone down to the kitchen to grab a snack.

You and Beel had a conversation about your habit, and how insecure you felt about yourself.

"Your body looks fine, MC," He said mid-chew, taking another bite of whatever food was left over from tonight's dinner. "I know the feeling. I eat a whole lot more when I'm feeling overwhelmed, that's why a lot of people think that I've got a black hole for a stomach. But there's nothing wrong with you. You're not weird or anything, I think you're perfect!"

The way he said all of this to you with that sweet smile of his almost made you cry.

Belphegor

You suffered from night terrors.

Your anxiety made it difficult to sleep, so most nights you just wouldn't. This much was evident due to the dark circles under your eyes the next morning and your struggle to stay awake at RAD.

Lucifer had gotten on to you for this, and Belphegor wanted to help.

That's why he was in your room. He was planning to help put you to sleep, but you couldn't stop squirming in your bed.

Belphie had taken the floor out of respect for your privacy, but he couldn't sleep hearing you toss and turn in your bed.

"Alright, move over," He said abruptly, standing over your bed and kneeling on it. You felt a dip in the mattress and shifted, moving over to give him room on your bed. He slid under the covers and wrapped his arms around you, clinging to you like you were a body pillow.

Belphegor buried his face into the back of your neck, breathing in your scent as he closed his eyes. "Sleep, MC... I'll be here when you wake up."

Hope you liked it, anon!

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idk if you’ve done this yet but like

i just need an mc that’s just sexually frustrated and lowkey touch startled like hello, you live with the living embodiment of Lust, that’s gotta hurt especially when he’s talkin bout his latest hookup while gossiping and mc’s just like “yeh that sounds.. like you had a wonderful time” words just so fulla jealousy and hurt

okay big word wall, im sorry, it’s late and this app is a bit buggish

teal deer: sexually frustrated maybe touch starved mc just wanna get dicked down hard by anyone at this point. your choice of who, cuz let’s face it all the available options are a good contender for our poor unfortunate soul

Hhhhhhh YES

I spun a wheel of names for this one lmao

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

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Relief

Warnings: Smut, Masturbation, Wet Dreams, Implied Non-Con Somnophilia (MC wants it when waking up after), Teasing, Degradation, Edging, Breathplay, Slight Dacryphilia, Creampie

Enjoy.

"Fuck!" You cried out, rage and frustration laced in your voice.

Tears welled up in your eyes, half of the duvet on the floor from your incessant squirming, and a hand between your legs, that's what your situation had you reduced to. Anyone else would've been embarrassed to be in this state. And you would've been too, had you not been so desperate to get off.

You slipped your fingers out of you, flipping your body over and slumping against your bed in defeat. You glanced at your D.D.D., tapping it twice to see the picture of the youngest sin you'd set as your lock screen, date, and time.

7:40pm

It'd been two hours.

You pushed your face against the pillow and screamed against it, your sounds being muffled by the soft material.

Two hours and you couldn't cum once?!

Have the gods forsaken you? It wasn't your fault you were, quite literally, kidnapped and sent to Hell! You didn't do anything but breathe to end up here!

You clicked your tongue, pulling the duvet back up from the floor and over your heated figure.

"At this point, I'll just go fucking atheist," You grumbled, eyes sealing shut as you let sleep whisk you away, hopefully to a land where you'd get some relief.

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The Avatar of Sloth was never one to purposefully eavesdrop on conversations you and his brothers had. He respected your privacy, he truly did. It's just that you decided to have such conversations in front of him. Granted, he did have his head down, but that didn't mean he was asleep. He was trying to be, but he couldn't with what you were talking about!

"It was the worst thing I've ever felt in my life," Asmodeus sighed, taking a sip of his Demonus as he rambled on about one of his hook-ups. "Like, honestly, you can't talk that much game and be horrible in bed. You get it, right, MC?" The sin glanced at the tired and irritated expression on your face. You were practically seething, not only at the fact that he was bragging but the fact that he couldn't even tell that you were upset. "Totally," You grumbled out.

Belphegor shifted in his spot, biting his lip and looking down at his lap. It was surprising that his brother couldn't tell how frustrated you were, being the Avatar of Lust and all. Anyone could tell that you were struggling to keep your cool, and he knew why. He'd see it all the time in those wet dreams of yours.

The ones where you'd seduce him in an empty classroom at RAD, or where you'd guide him to Lucifer's room to fuck in his bed (he should consider that for one of his next pranks). Whenever he'd penetrate your dreams, he'd always wake up hard as a rock.

He had considered confronting you about it, but figured he should back off.

That was until the two of you decided to have a sleepover in the attic.

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You had dark circles under your eyes from how late you'd stay up trying to get yourself off. Nothing worked. Even the wet dreams you had only served to make the hours of sleep you get decrease severely due to the number of times you wake up horny and decided to take a shot at masturbating. Then, of course, you'd be up a majority of the night with a fruitless endeavor for relief. You were pissed, but you figured that you might be able to sleep properly if you got help from the Avatar of Sloth.

"Can't you, like, put me to sleep or something?" You asked, holding a pillow close to your chest. Belphegor shrugged. "I guess I could. The only issue is I'm not sure how long you'll be out." You wave your hand in dismissal, placing the pillow under your head while throwing the blanket over your and Belphie's bodies. "Make me sleep for days for all I care, just put me to sleep, yeah? I haven't gotten a full night's rest in so long."

The seventh-born chuckled and pat you on the forehead. "Alright, goodnight, MC," He whispered softly into your ear as he gently placed one of his hands over your eyes. Your breathing slowed as you felt drowsiness course through your veins and relax your muscles, readying you for slumber.

"G'night... Belphie..."

_

The feeling of pleasure was what you yearned for, what you chased after. However, as soon as you'd feel its warm embrace around your body, wrapped around you like a blanket, it'd always seem to disappear from your grasp. Nothing was good enough, not even the dreams you had about the youngest brother.

This one, though, was quite interesting.

You were in the attic, the same place you fell asleep in Belphegor's arms. However, your face was pushed into the pillow and your ass was in the air, his hand planted in your hair to keep you in such a degrading position. He mocked you, teased you, and fucked you so well.

"Look at you and your needy little pussy, MC," He chuckled, thrusting his cock into the warmth that was your cunt, hips bucking into your ass and thighs. "Honestly, don't you have any shame? Walking around the House of Lamentation all horny, practically begging for someone to fuck you."

All you could let out were mindless babbles as he slammed his cock deep inside of your warmth, the tip bullying that same spot that made your vision go fuzzy. You whined out his name into the pillow, only causing him to push your face further into it. "What are you over there saying, hm? I can't hear you."

The lewd way that his balls clapped against your cunt was sending the pleasure you were experiencing straight to your brain, then back down to your pussy. Your walls convulsed around him, feeling that relief just inches away from you. Just a few thrusts away and—

Belphegor pulled out of you, delivering a spiteful smack to your ass as you whined at the loss. "No! No, no, nonono!" Tears formed in your eyes as your orgasm was denied. His hand moved your hair to the side before gently pressing a sweet kiss to the back of your neck. "You're so cute when you're desperate, MC," He murmured softly, running the palms of his hands along your thighs and slowly up your ass, giving it a squeeze of appreciation. His touch was stimulating, but your peak was already too far out of reach, and you weren't going to cum anytime soon without him pleasing you. Knowing this, you pushed your ass backward, causing it to collide with his pelvis as his cock slipped between your thighs.

"Please," You begged softly, beginning to move your legs so that your thighs would rub his still-hardened cock. With a low groan, Belphie gripped your hair once more. "Please what, MC? Use your words." He ground his hips against your ass, one of his hands reaching under you to gently cup your exposed breast.

"Please, Belphie, I wanna cum," You whimpered out, blushing at the sound of his chuckle in response. "You're so needy, aren't you?"

Suddenly, you felt something push the lips of your cunt apart with its entry, letting out a soft whine. Something of similar length and size penetrated you as well, gently thrusting into your pussy. You gasped in confusion. His hands were on your ass and your breast, and his cock was between your thighs.

What the hell?

_

Your eyes shot wide open as you felt your body temperature rising. One of your legs was hoisted up with Belphie's hand while the other was inside of your shorts and panties, thrusting his fingers into your cunt. He gently nibbled on your neck and smiled as he watched you stir to consciousness.

"Welcome back, MC." You could feel his smile on your neck as he pressed a kiss to it. "I wonder what you were dreaming about that got you so wet down here," He teased, thumb beginning to rub slow, lazy circles over your clit as his fingers thrusted into you slowly.

You let out a sharp gasp as you gripped the bedsheets, closing your eyes and shivering as he pressed his tongue against your neck, gently gliding it over your skin. "You seemed so agitated lately... Are you sure sleep was all you needed?" He curled his fingers, making you whine. You reached one of your hands down, almost as if trying to stop the stimulation despite enjoying it so much, only for the hand that held your leg up to grab your wrist. Your leg now resting on his forearm, he leaned in close so that his lips were an inch from your ear. "If you do that kind of thing, I'm gonna start thinking you want me to stop."

You felt your heart drop at his threat, immediately lifting your leg higher to give him more access to your cunt. "That's a good girl." He pressed a kiss to your cheek, continuing his soft administrations.

However, you were quick to grow restless. You'd been trying desperately to relieve yourself for weeks, and he was going far too slow for your liking. While you didn't particularly mind him slowly pulling you apart before making love to you, you wanted him to break you, fuck you senseless into the mattress. Though, maybe you were a bit too prideful to admit that. Instead, you keened and began to roll your hips down, feeding more of his fingers into your sopping heat. Belphegor raised a brow, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. "What are you doing there, MC? Is there something you want to tell me?" You caught your lower lip between your teeth, muffling a moan as you buried your face in the pillow, not wanting to give him an answer for fear of embarrassment.

"Tch,"

You heard a squelching noise as his fingers abandoned your pussy, which only made you gasp and start whining. "W-Wait! No, I was—" You cut yourself off with a small sob as you felt that familiar pleasure escape you once more. The sin pushed your shoulder down to the bed, climbing ontop of you and pulling down his pants with a small sigh. "You're so picky about what you get, aren't you? I didn't know you were so spoiled." He flicked his tongue against the tips of his fingers before launching that same hand to your throat, capturing it in a near-vice-like grip. "You want to be treated like a whore, don't you?" He pulled down your shorts and panties. "Here I was thinking I'd have to treat you all nice and stuff," He teased, a small grin forming on his face as he ground his hardened cock against your slit.

"Fine. I won't hold back then."

With that, he lined up the tip of his cock with your entrance and shoved himself between your folds, letting out a soft groan as he forced himself deep into your heat in one go. Your cunt fluttered at the stretch, and you cried out in pleasure. That ache in your stomach that had been bugging you for weeks was nearly gone. Bottoming out almost immediately, the Avatar of Sloth gave you no time to adjust. It didn't take you long to, but it would have been easier if he didn't start pounding into you from the get-go. His hand clenched around your neck, blocking your airways just enough to where you could still breathe somewhat, but your oxygen was limited. You gently wrapped your hands around his wrist, letting out choked whines as he fucked you into the bed.

"Poor lamb—" He smiled— "How frustrated have you been that your pretty little cunt is this needy? I don't even have to move that much, it's sucking me in every time I pull out," He teased, lifting your leg to press a kiss to your ankle. His hips maintained their merciless pace, the tip of his cock bullying your G-spot with its constant abuse.

Your walls were constricting around his shaft, the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter as your orgasm neared. Finally, that relief that you'd been craving was closer than ever. Your eyes rolled back as you clenched your teeth, nails digging into the flesh of his wrist.

So close, so fucking close.

Belphegor hummed at your expression, brushing his bangs out of his face as his magenta eyes scanned your body. "This isn't right," He murmured, pulling his still-hardened cock out of you and removing his hand from your throat. You gasped for air, taking in as much as you could before letting out a sob, tears forming in your eyes. "No! Why?"

The youngest brother snickered at your protest, grabbing your hips and flipping you over. "Was this the position we were in in that dream of yours?" He asked. Before you could answer, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed your face into the pillow, bullying his cock into your pussy once more.

A muffled cry erupted from your throat and could barely reach his ears due to the pillow he'd shoved your face in as he began to thrust once more. "Jeez, you really are a slut aren't you? You like this kind of stuff?" He laughed softly to compliment his sweet tone and contradict his harsh words and demeaning actions.

Skin slapping against skin, squelching, muffled cries of pleasure, and soft grunts from the disheveled seventh-born were filling the room, bouncing off of the walls and drowning out the sound of flickering flames coming from the fireplace. You were close to your climax again. Whimpering into the pillow, almost as if begging him not to stop again, you gently clasped one of your hands over his. He looked down at your hip, where now both of your hands were placed. He let out a small groan as he felt himself getting closer the more sounds you made.

"Fuck," He grunted out. "Gonna cum... You want me to fill you up, huh? Like in your dreams? I can do that if you say please." Belphie growled at the sound of your muffled moans in response, pulling your hair to bring your head up so you could speak. "Go on then, beg for it."

"Please! P-Please, please, need it! N-Need it, please, Belphie!" You choked out between sobs and mewls of pleasure.

Your tongue lulled out of your mouth as his cock pushed against your cervix, your walls clenching as your orgasm washed over you. His cum coated in your juices, he slammed into you once more, balls pushing against your cunt as he came. His hips stuttered as he rode out his orgasm, fucking his cum deeper into you.

When he pulled out, you collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily with a thin layer of sweat coating your body. Belphegor didn't even attempt to fix his clothes, merely throwing them off and brushing his hair back, smiling in amusement at how the white liquid he'd gifted you spilled out of your opening.

One moment, he was pulling your clothes off to make you more comfortable. The next, your nude body was pushed up against his for cuddling.

"Sweet dreams, MC."

Hope you liked it, anon!

Masterlist

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A little tutorial about how to draw pecs! 

Many asked me in the past so I hope it can help many! 

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COMING!!

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It means that during their threesum they don’t touch each other they just both touch MC

Aight! Understood! A sinful attic sandwich coming right up.

Code Sleepover

Minor babies DNI

By now, you'd feel a little tingle in your pants anytime the twins would even utter the word 'sleepover'. To you that word couldn't be farther from its innocent meaning.

Because it was simply code for: you're about to be ravaged right now. You chewed the back of your pencil in class as you remembered the first night it happened.

How you thought sleeping between them was super comfy and cute. Only for their hands to roam absentmindedly, slipping into places they shouldn't be. How Beel left the marks of teeth all over you, and Belphie fucked you so good despite being him half-asleep.

"MC. We're tired, let's go rest in the storeroom." Beel smiled, taking your hand.

"Yes, a little sleepover couldn't hurt. Don't worry you can to miss classes if council members allow you to." Belphie whispered and nipped at your ear.

"In school?! But we'll get caught..." You said, while letting yourself be taken away. Your body was too eager today.

"It's our secret spot to nap or eat during classes. Noone has ever caught us here." Beel approached a narrow door.

The space inside was rather cramped for three people at once. But they know how you were turned on by proximity. For a while you stood there, breathing deeply. Waiting for their next move.

Belphie stood behind you, his erection prodding between your hips already. And Beel towered over you, his hands on your shoulders. He seemed as nervous as you. As if you hadn't done so many times it before.

"Don't worry, MC. We have all the time in the world." Belphie's hands started moving first, pulling out your tucked in shirt, sneaking his warm fingers inside, on your skin.

You let out a soft gasp and Beel attacked your lips. He sucked on your lower lip, he really loved the way you taste.

"Here." You took Beel's hand and placed it on your right chest. Belphie had already taken over the other, his finger teasing your nip relentlessly.

You had to clamp your mouth shut minutes later. They were fast today and needy too. Belphie has his mouth firmly attached to your nipples, sucking at you as if his life depended on it.

Meanwhile Beel had already ripped off your underwear, sticking his tongue deep inside you and refusing to move.

"Ahhh Beel! Slower...please...please you're going to make me...scream...AHHH-"

"Here MC, this'll help you keep shut."

Belphie promptly dangled his erection in front of your face, pushing it into your moaning mouth. His precum tasted sweet. Good thing he had a sweetooth.

"Belph--mmffh!" You cried as he grabbed the back of your head urgently. You heard rustling on the other end.

You glimpsed at Beel's face as he undid his belt and zipper. He was flushed and aroused as he positioned his dick at your entrance. You shook with fear and excitement. Beel was twice as big as Belphie.

You let out a muffled moan as Beel thrust himself in. He was slow at first, observing every twitch in your muscles and before he finally grabbed your ass and increased speed.

"Tight...so tight and hot... you're really pretty MC.." Beel murmured within grunts.

You felt overwhelmed, being stuffed on two sides at the same time. Your knees gave away and they held you in place.

"So warm...so good...MC...ah fuck...." Belphie panted as he came all over your mouth, his cum dripping down your neck and chest. Beel came at the same time, all over your ass and thighs.

"I...I can't go back to class like this..." You rested your head on Beel's ample chest. He hugged you tight.

Belphie stroked your head, a reward for being their good little human. "No worries. Let's just head home. Noone except us will be there - perfect for another sleepover."

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Can we please please get Satan, asmo, beel, belphie, diavolo, and barbatos? I loved these!!!

"Fight me, Bite me" : Part 1

(Lucifer, Mammon, Levi) x GN! MC

Heated arguments between partners often turn into something else, don't they?

Lucifer

"Lucifer." You crossed your arms as you stood in his doorway, annoyed. "You said you'll be in bed by 12. It's 2 a.m."

"MC I told you I'm swamped with work today." He tightened the sleeves of his shirt folded at his elbows. "With all these extra 'fan clubs' opening up, there's more paperwork and budgets to handle."

"And I told you I'm available to help." You walked upto his table, and placed your hand on an untouched pile of documents. "I'll do this pile. These seem to be revisions of the older clubs I'm already familiar with."

"MC, I can handle it. You have no need to disrupt your sleep cycle." Lucifer held your wrist. "I don't want you to getting sick like last time."

"This again?! Why are you always so reluctant to accept my help?" You groaned, exasperated. "If you think my work isn't as pristine as yours, just say it straight! You don't need to use my fucking 'health' as an excuse!"

"My reasons aren't half as ridiculous as yours. So watch your language, MC." He looked at you sharply, pulling at your wrist. That only spurned you further. You leaned over the desk until you could smell the coffee on his breath.

"Fuck. You. Lucifer." Your anger had replaced all fear. Even as you watched his eyes glow red, his hands pushing aside the documents off the table.

"So that's why you're in a hurry to send me to bed." Your mind goes blank as he pulls you over to his side and bends you over on his table. "You want to get fucked that bad?"

"No it was never that! Pulling this many all nighters aren't good for you!" You tried to lift yourself up but he was holding you down tight. You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling. You felt yourself getting aroused at the mere anticipation.

"Who is using 'health' as an excuse now, MC?" Lucifer smirked, knowing he was already winning this one. You yelped as he roughly pulled down your shorts.

"Lucifer no wait- mppfh!" He swallowed your scream, latching his lips onto yours. His hands played so rough with you, grabbing and groping your hips, grinding his length against your entrace. Your nails dig into his forearms as you hold onto him for balance.

"Pretending to struggle when you can just push me away with one command? You never change do you, MC." He whispered as you panted for breath, glaring at him. But your eyes rolled backwards as you let out another yelp. He was already inside you now, pounding slow and strong. "It's one of many things I adore about you."

🥀

Mammon

"Mammon stop...stop dragging me, I can walk jeez! What's the rush?!" You tried to break free of his iron grip as he dragged you to one of the motel rooms above the casino.

"Why the fuck would ya do that." Mammon was gritting in teeth, pushing you right up against a wall. "Why would you put your fucking soul on the line?!"

"Well you ran out of money to bet, didn't you?" You rolled your eyes. "I only put my soul as a stake to give you a chance to win it back! And you did! So why the hell are you so mad?!"

"AND WHAT IF I HAD A BAD FUCKING HAND?!" He banged his open palm against the wall before clenching it into a fist. He growled, looking down, trying his best to control himself. He had genuinely never been this tense before. "WHAT IF I LOST- What if I lost you- No I can't..."

"Well you didn't. And you won back all your money and more." You squeezed his shoulders, trying to calm him down. "It's all good so why don't you go out and celebrate?"

"You'll never. EVER. Do that again." Mammon held both your wrists and pinned your hands on your sides. His heart was going wild with worry. "I'll fucking BAN you from the casino! I'll never let you in there again!"

"Calm the fuck down, Mammon! It was just a one time thing!" You tried to free yourself from his grip, but he refused to budge. He looked delirious.

"I almost lost ya...those fucking witches and succubi were so fucking eager to have you...hell, I should have ripped them into shreds...I can't believe I almost lost you, MC..." He was almost in a trance, his head dipped, his breath heavy on your lips.

"Mammon hey...you didn't lose me..." You leaned up, brushing your lips softly against his. He had never been this worked up, not even around Lucifer. "I'm right here with you."

"And you'll stay here." Mammon growled again. "How dare they even look at you?! You're not theirs to have! YOU'RE MINE!" He latched his lips onto yours, biting onto your lower lip. You moaned into his touch, heat pooling between your trembling legs.

"Yours." You whispered to calm him down, but that only riled him up more. Picking you high up in his arms, he throws you on the bed. "Ouch Mammon...wait..." You dug your nails into arms as he bit down on your neck, rougher than usual. You already know what he's doing - marking you deeper than ever.

🥀

Leviathan

"Levi, you're moving too much. Settle down." You tried to adjust yourself on his lap as he grinded into you harder than before. He panted heavily into your ear, whimpering and moaning, the controller unstable in his hands.

"Pl-please M-MC, I apologised so, so many times, please let me put it in..." He buried his chin on your shoulder, his bulge growing wet under your thighs.

"I told you I'll let you do it after you finish this level, didn't I? You're only halfway still." You said, pressing down on him harder. He yelped, drooling onto your bare skin. "You're cruel, too cruel, MC."

"No. Cruel was you picking Ruri over me, Levi." You stood up and readjusted yourself in his lap again, this time facing him, straddling him with your thighs. He leaned forward trying to catch your lips in a kiss, but you leaned away.

"I was wrong, MC! Please! You've punished me enough, haven't you?!" He dropped the controller, his hands grabbing at your hips now. "Please, I can't take it anymore!"

You smirked and grabbed fistfuls of his hair, and pulled him close. His face twisted in pleasure. "Such a proud otaku, begging to fuck a plain old normie like me? Is that really okay?" You mocked him without mercy. It only drove him crazier with yearning.

"I have to sit back and watch spend time with my brothers, especially with Asmo fawning all over you..." He was slowly transforming into his demon form. "...yet you're allowed to torment me over a body pillow, huh?"

Your eyes grew wide at his glowing ones, his tail and out and thrashing onto the floor. An unexpected development, but a welcome one. "Well I can't possibly argue with that, but atleast your brothers know you're my favourite."

He let out a low hiss, his tail slithered up your shirt, wrapping around you, cold and smooth. "I can't hold back anymore, MC. And by now, you want it too, don't you?" His fingers brushed over your perked up nipples.

Swallowing your pride, you nodded, hiding your blushing face in his neck. You felt him ripping off your shorts and underwear, his cock thrusting straight into your entrance. "So easy, so wet...You waited long too huh, MC?"

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Horny texts/memes you can expect from your favourite Obey Me! boys~

Lucifer:

Mammon:

Leviathan:

Satan:

Asmodeus:

Beelzebub:

Belphie, Diavolo:

Barbatos:

Simeon:

(he didn't mean to send this to you oopsie~)

Solomon:

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I'm absolutely frothing, thank you for the food

"For Your Eyes Only..."

OM! Characters x GN! Nude Model MC

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Intro

"Please make sure you're comfortable, MC. You'll have to stay like that for a couple of hours." The professor urged.

"Oh I'm fine no worries." You assured him and went back to posing. You repositioned the flower crown and struck your pose again.

"HEY WHO EVEN ALLOWED YA TO MAKE MC THE MODEL AND HOW DARE-" Mammon was already out of his seat, about to yell from the top of his lungs. Lucifer clamped a hand over his mouth and sat him back down again.

Diavolo entered the classroom a few seconds later, doing his weekly rounds. "Ah good morning, all! How is everyone doing today-" He simply froze in place looking at you.

"You should have a seat if you plan to stay for a while, Young Master." Barbatos fetched another chair for him. Lucifer gritted his teeth in embarrassment, while Mammon groaned at the addition of yet another person.

"Simeon are you alright? You seem feverish." Solomon side-eyed the angel, before turning his eager gaze back at you.

Simeon simply smiled his signature smile. "You don't look too good yourself, Solomon. As for me, well we have a beautiful subject today and I'm just trying to do them justice."

You chuckled at the different reactions of your demons, angel and sorcerer.

🥀

Lucifer shifted uncomfortably in his seat for the next hours. Constantly having to fix his pants as they seemed to grow tighter at the crotch.

This is professional.

He gripped the brush tight, his strokes fast and rigid. He was trying not to get affected. But the way your eyes were trained on him - he's sure you're doing it on purpose. It's not just a pose, is it? He groaned quietly as his hands itched to grab you by that beautiful waist of yours and start pounding into you.

He shoots you a poisonous smile every five minutes. A warning. What did you expect, trying to provoke the Avatar of Pride? He's going to have a long word with you in his office as he strips you down and fucks you in that very same pose. Honestly he's even tempted to record you screaming from pleasure and letting the whole room hear that too.

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Mammon had to have several people bind his legs to his seat, and his mouth shut to keep from screaming. With a raging red face, he wasn't very subtle about his displeasure at this.

What the hell do ya think you're doing, human?

As if his brothers didn't pester you too enough. Did you really have to rope in the entirety of the fucking school? He's your first man. He's the only one you need to show. He's the only who should see. He wanted to use magic to blind everyone else in the room. And erase everyone's memories.

Oi...oi, stop that. Don't look at him like this. How the fuck are you so bold? Why the fuck are you so hot? You're killing him with this. He wants this face under him. He wants every inch of that skin under his touch. And if he loses his shit after you both are home, well he isn't responsible. He needs to mark you all over - to make sure everyone knows who you really belong to.

🥀

Leviathan didn't think he was awake. Or even alive. With a rather insistent stream of blood pouring out of his nose, there were crumpled up tissues scattered near his seat.

I'm surely dead right? And this is my last fever dream?

At night in his room, he'd have many more of them, drenched with his cum instead. How can he help it when you're staring so readily at him? He wants to pull out his dick and pump himself off, everyone but you is blurry. Heck he'd already started stroking himself as discreetly possible.

He lets out a yelp towards the end of his finished painting. Now there's two of you. He covers his face behind his hands, whining and kicking his legs at this hard ordeal. And the huge tent in his sweat pants isn't very subtle. The way you're looking at him right now...will you help him if he asks nicely?

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Satan, the most sophisticated by far. You'd think he'd be composed. But no, he'd already broken a good few brushes, snapping them in half trying to calm the fuck down. There was something so sublime about you that was making his body combust with desire.

Don't... lose... composure.

Perhaps it was the feline charm in your pose? The way your hips curled upward and elbows touched the mat. The way you tilted your head to the side feigning innocence, your eyes big and curious. Fuck, you look like you're begging to be ravaged without mercy.

His painting is not nearly close to his usual talents and he has only you to blame. And you will compensate accordingly, he will make sure of it. Don't be too suprised when he promises to take you to the older archives in the library only to fuck you against the bookshelves for hours and hours.

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Asmodeus is far over the moon. His excitement is far from discreet. In fact he's eager to join you up there. There's only one thing that can enhance your already gorgeous form - his form draped over you.

Oh MC, what I'd do to see you like this everyday.

He calls the professor and suggests his idea and who can say no to Asmo with his charming eyes? He joins you up on stage, making a show of stripping before his bare body touches yours. The entire room gasps. When you seem bewildered, he says noone has even started painting yet, so no harm done.

And now that your posing together, he doesn't hold back. Seating you down on his lap with his hands positioned in the right places and his lips pressed against your shoulder. His body felt so lewd and hot aginst yours, he might as well be fucking you. Now it's your turn to hide your arousal.

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Beelzebub blushes and looks away, trying to protect your dignity from his eager eyes. It wasn't until his twin made him understand what you were doing. Knowing about your role, he looks at you with utmost concentration.

Must make MC look beautiful.

He's trying. He really is. But there is something burning deep inside him and he can't quite come to terms with it. He struggles with his growing hardness as he tries to concentrate on you drawing you.

He suddenly remembered something. It was just the top of your hand, he kissed it before a ball dance. Your skin was so fragrant, so smooth, so delectable. Does the rest of you taste the same? He's planning to ask you right after this. Maybe, just maybe you'll let him have a taste.

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Belphegor smirks already planning the perfect punishment in his head. You're being a brat, he simply has to train you, in his own bratty way. He tries to hide the pink in his cheeks as he keeps painting.

Making me go through all this... you'll pay MC.

Damnit he was planning to sleep through this class. How can he possibly do that now? He can't even close his eyes to your sight. He even has to wipe the drool from corner of his mouth every few minutes. All of this because of you.

Did you forget he can slip in and out of your dreams? Do you not know what you've just unleashed on yourself? As you smile at him cheekily, he imagines turning you into a whimpering mess, begging you to stop teasing him as he buries himself deep inside you and refuses to move.

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Solomon meets your unmoving gaze with equal intensity. You're teasing him. What a disobedient apprentice you are. Looks like he'll need to give you a few extra lessons. He's already planning exactly what to do with you. Right here. Right now.

Two can play at this game, my love.

Though he would prefer to blind everyone in the room, watching how they lusted over you gave him a sick sense of pride. Everyone wants you, but only he can have you. He paints nonchalantly, licking his lips once a while. He can barely contain his excitement.

He quietly mutters a spell on the paper. You suddenly jolt, feeling something touch you on your cheeks and chest. You understood what was going on the moment you saw Solomon smirking. With every brushstroke, you felt his touch on you. And he was determined to finish the painting as slow as possible.

🥀

Simeon was clearly having a harder time compared to everyone else. Gripping his thigh with one hand, trying to steady his other, trembling hand to paint. And you smiling and biting your lip playfully was NOT helping.

Why must you be so tempting, MC?

He struggled to smile back at you, heat rushing to his cheeks and ears. Every part of you he painted, he fixated on it for a good fifteen minutes. He stared longingly at your hands, wondering how they would feel against his skin, holding him down there.

He shook his head aggressively, trying to keep these constant intrusive thoughts away. Why was he being so perverted? He'd even modelled for you before, granted he wasn't naked, but still. This is the same thing. Atleast that's what he told himself, right before asking you to come model for him alone at home, because he couldn't finish the painting in class.

🥀

Diavolo wasn't even supposed to be here. He didn't even have an easel or a canvas. He came here to observe all the students and leave. Yet now he sat, shamelessly staring at you. He tried to look as serious as possible, even glancing around at others to make it believable. But it all went downhill when you spotted him and shot him a smile.

I never realised just how beautiful humans could be...

He smiled back at you, quietly mouthing questions, to which you either nodded or shook your head slightly. 'You've done this sort of thing before? Are you comfortable? I think you'd look better with a royal crown, can I get you one? Haven't you been at it for a while? Would you like to take a break? Would you like to come to the castle for dinner tonight?'

For a while it felt like there was only the two of you in the room. There was so much he didn't know about you. He was overjoyed when you said yes to dinner. He wanted to continue this conversation in his bedroom. With you, bare bodied and posed exactly like this, and with him much closer to you. Close enough to engulf you in his arms, close enough to feel every soft inch of you.

🥀

Barbatos blushed deeply. The professor asked you to choose a prop and you chose a teacup. The same teacup the demon butler had gotten for you. You pretended to sip from it while smiling at him. He felt like in some subtle way, he'd been chosen.

Is this a test of self-control, MC? Because I'm afraid I might fail.

How much longer could he possibly hold in these growing urges he had for you. The more he met you, the more he wanted to sit down and talk. The more you casually touched his arm or leaned into him while laughing, the more he wanted to hold you close. And the more you tempted him, the more he wanted to fuck you.

He invited you for tea after school, thinking simple conversation could satiate his growing desires. But the moment he poured you tea and you sipped from the cup, his mind was filled with overwhelming lust again. And then next thing you know he was kissing you roughly in his quarters, while his hands almost tore your uniform off you.

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Aftercare(2) | Side Characters

Warning: Implied sex? Implied rough sex, overstimulation;

Pairing: Diavolo, Solomon, Simeon, Barbatos X Fem!Reader (separate)

Summary: How he takes care of you after he’s fucked you nice and hard 

Mia’s Notes: Back to writing after months wow this feels good!! Also what title should I use for Obey Me characters who are not the demon brothers? Is Side Characters fine or…is there another word for them. Also for anyone wanting to know if I’ll write anything for Mephisto or Raphael…I don’t know them?? Like they probably show up much MUCH later in the story (or in some events) But I don’t have much information to work on. So right now…not gonna write for them.

Hope you like this mwah mwah

(ALSO not proofread….eheheheh)

You can find the Demon Brothers version on my blog!!

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