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ha ha............ just read the one in which leviathan don't mute his microphone.............. yk what is really funny? leviathan is totally the type to lose control haha like, the boy would not have any self-restraint so he would,,, h-he would just hold your head and chase his high- 🫠
ohmygosh yesss he wouldnt even realize he was doing it. he'd be so lost in the pleasure you'd just have to let him take it
hnggghhh just imagine the way he'd be gripping your hair, rutting into your face and apologizing between whimpers fuuuuckkkkk
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Christmas Cookie Chaos
There was flour everywhere. You had cookie dough in your hair. Mammon was laughing his ass off, and you were too.You were having too much fun wasting the limited ingredients needed to make the cookies. You were supposed to be bringing cookies to tonight's Christmas party. You had wanted to make them from scratch, but the brothers were quickly draining your resources. Luckily, you had already put a second batch in the oven, and the first was cooling in another room, away from the sneaky demons.
Speaking of, you looked up from the sink just in time to catch Beel trying to sneak a bit of cookie dough from the bowl. You batted his hand away and moved the bowl to a different counter. He pouted but left it alone. It looked like you had just enough dough to make one last batch.You scooped the last of the dough onto a baking sheet while Beel watched with begging eyes. You wouldn’t give in though. Maybe you would buy him some edible cookie dough later, but for now he just had to suffer.
Just as you finish putting the raw cookies onto the pan, the oven timer beeps.You put down the ice cream scoop and open the oven. The heavenly smell of sugar cookies fills the kitchen once again. You slowly transfer the freshly baked cookies onto the cooling rack, one by one. Once you put the last batch of cookies in the oven, you get several bowls of multicolored frostings and icings out of the fridge. Time to decorate!
Merry Christmas everyone 💕
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This post actually reminded me of a story i wrote last year, ill post that as a separate post.
Question for my Obey Me peeps - especially Lucifer stans:
Would it be OOC for Lucifer to be in a silly goofy mood and get into a flour fight with MC while baking cookies together, especially if MC started it?
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Asmodeus loves to kiss you. His lips always taste so sweet, like lipgloss and candy, and he's so practiced that he always leaves you wanting more.
Asmodeus loves to fuck you. His moans are so pretty, his touch so calculated and perfect. He knows just where to touch, to grope and grab and pull and squeeze to make you feel amazing. He knows when to slow down or speed up. He knows how to make you melty and spent so easily.
Asmodeus loves to get fucked by you. He's the perfect pretty boy toy, clean and presented for you, shaven and pink and perfect. He lets you be rough, he lets you be gentle, he loves it when you use him.
But what he doesn't love, is the way his heart squeezes whenever you stay. When you kiss him sweetly and hold him close to your chest. When you give him genuine compliments that mean more than all the comments on his appearance. He doesn't love it when you take the time to clean him up, when your touches are gentle, tender, sweet.
He can't. No one has ever been so kind to him. Not like this. Not in this unfeigned, adoring way. You see him as a person and not an object and he doesn't know how to handle it.
He doesn't love it because he can't. He doesn't love you because if he does, if he really lets himself fall for you, then he won't know what to do with all of the emotions and feelings he's locked up deep in his chest. He won't know how to love you in return, in the way he knows you deserve. So, he doesn't.
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Imagine…
Imagine being on your knees underneath Leviathan's desk as he games. Seeing him struggle to keep up his façade, holding in his whimpers and moans as he tries to win the skirmish. He loses of course, but in his mind it's a win because now he can openly let out all his whines and groans of pleasure. You always do such a good job with your mouth. As his thighs tighten around your head, about to release, he notices something in the corner of his eye. He never muted himself..
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Day 7 ~ breathplay
⚠️ warnings: lesson 16 spoilers, mentions of death
When Belphegor killed you, you hadn't expected it to be so.. hot. His hand wrapped tightly around your throat had really turned you on. If you were being honest, you kinda wanted to have him do it again. Maybe not kill you, but definitely have that hand squeezing your neck again.
Lucky for you, the opportunity arose not long after you returned from the human world. You and Belphegor started dating not long ago, and it was amazing. But, while the sex was great, it was lacking in your opinion. You wanted him to be more rough with you. He treats you like you're fragile, but you want him to fuck you hard. So, you brought it up to him one day.
"You want what?!" You understood why he was shocked, but you just couldn't explain it.
Quietly, no more than a whisper, you said, "I want you to choke me while you fuck me." Your face was red from embarrassment by now.
He frowns thoughtfully. "But I don't want to hurt you again.."
"I know you care about me Belph, but that isn't what I need right now. You won't hurt me in any way I don't want, I promise."
"Fine, but we need some form of safe word, just in case." You were just happy he agreed.
After a bit of discussion, you decided you would tap his arm three times to stop. Once everything was arranged and ready to go, you laid back on the bed. You weren't worried about stripping, he could take your clothes off of you himself.
He crawled up between your legs and kissed you roughly, leaving no room for oxygen. This was what you had wanted.
Your clothes were ripped in his rush to get them off of you. You would have to deal with that later, but the thought barely crossed your mind as his fingers breached your hole.
He took his time, prepping you slowly, but you needed more all too quickly. You were soon whining for more, for him.
"Belph, please." He scoffed at your pleas and removed his fingers. You whimpered at the loss, but you were quickly silenced by his tip at your entrance. He pushed into you harshly, not giving you time to adjust before thrusting rapidly into your heat.
Just as you had gotten used to his fast pace, he slowed down, almost stopping completely. You started to complain, but as you got the first words out, he wrapped his hand around your neck and squeezed lightly.
"You don't get to choose how I fuck you." You moaned as he pressed his fingers tighter around your throat.
He continued at the same slow pace for a while, still cutting off your blood flow. Once he was certain you would be obedient, he started to speed up his thrusts.
Pretty soon, his movements started getting sloppy, less rhythmic. Before you knew it, he had stopped moving and hot cum was flooding your insides. The feeling alone was enough to make you cum, too, as white hot pleasure rushes through you.
You start to push away from him, thinking that was all. Belphie chuckled darkly, pinning your wrists to the bed.
"You didn't really think we were finished already, did you?"
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Sorry for the long wait, the others will be out as soon as possible!
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