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dear-b0y · 6 months

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THIS IS AN MLM BLOG. WOMEN PLS DNI.

“Eyes on the mirror, puppy.”

Dom!Lucifer x shy m!reader

CW: NSFW, amab reader, praise, use of “puppy”, katoptronophilia, begging, handjob recieving, collaring, spit as lube

a/n: omg i wrote this at 2 in the morning

You hated eye contact, but since you started dating the one and only Lucifer, he’d force eye contact almost all the time! Not only that, but when he would openly praise you in public, you could feel your cheeks burn.

Now this wasn’t your first time having intimacy with Lucifer, but this seemed a bit…erotic.

It started with you coming into his room to visit, setting some coffee on his desk with a small smile. He’d been working on things for quite a bit and you figured he deserved a break.

“Ah, thank you.” Lucifer said, taking a sip of the bitter tasting coffee—too bitter for your taste anyway. “You’re welcome,” you smiled. “You should take a break.” Lucifer set down the cup and turned his head towards you, his eyebrows raised.

“Oh?”

Such a simple word, yet it had such an effect…You cleared your throat and looked to the side for a split second before locking eyes with him. You mumbled awkwardly, “Well, you’ve been…um, in here for a while so..y’know.” He listened and nodded, standing up from his chair and now at his full height. You had to tilt your head up to see his face and it was a bit embarrassing to say the least. Lucifer’s hand met with your chin and he bent down a bit to give you a tender kiss. His lips were as soft as ever and you closed your eyes happily. He pulled away and brought you closer, your bodies touching one another. Your cheeks tinted red and you looked down at the floor. This didn’t go unnoticed by him and he gently brought your head up more. “Look at me, c’mon. We really need to work on that eye contact.” Lucifer teased. Your eyes darted back and forth from random things in the room and him before you hummed in agreement. His other hand went to yours and his fingers interlocked with yours.

He said smoothly, “I think we should work on that now, don’t you?” You tilted your head in slight confusion before he gave you a command. “Sit down.”

“Huh?” You questioned, “Like…in front of you?”

Lucifer nodded, smirking as you slowly kneeled before fully sitting on your knees. “Now look at me.” It took you a few moments before you actually did it, your eyes setting onto his. “That’s it, good puppy.” He praised and patted your head, to which your face flushed red. Chuckling, he told you to stay right there as he shuffled through his closet before pulling out a silver lined mirror. It looked pretty refined and you admired the design while he placed it in front of you. “What’s this for?”

“You’ll see.” said Lucifer. He positioned himself behind you and you watched him in the mirror. his hands reached to your neck and a black collar was locked around your neck. Your head snapped back to Lucifer, but he moved your head to face the mirror again. The collar was like that of a dogs, except it had a small lock in the middle. “U-umm..Lucifer?” Your voice trembled slightly as you spoke. “Just keep your eyes on the mirror my love.”

You said nothing and looked at him in the mirror, he seemed to be enjoying himself already. “Good boy..so obedient aren’t you?” He said, admiring how your face went red. His hands went under your shirt and you felt his cold fingers circle on your nipples. You flinched a little at his actions, but the sensitive buds hardened under his touch. Lucifer pinched one of them and your breath hitched while your eyes closed. He licked the shell of your ear and whispered in it, “What did i say, puppy? Eyes on the mirror.” Again, your eyes slowly opened and your gazed fixed on the mirror. Your breathing went shallow and you felt your cock start hardening against your pants. A small whine of both embarrassment and pleasure left your lips. His fingers left your sensitive nipples and trailed down, stopping at the zipper of your pants. “May I?” he asked, you nodded in consent. Lucifer whispered in your ear again while looking at you in the mirror. “Mm-mm. Use your words.”

You cursed in your head and muttered aloud, “I want it, please.” Your eyes flickered away from the mirror for a second before you remembered you weren’t allowed to do that. “Atta boy.”

His fingers fumbled with your zipper before getting it undone, also unbuttoning them. His hand reached to take out your half-hard cock, and then pryed open your mouth, deciding to use your saliva as lube for now. Lucifer’s hand went at a slow pace as he stroked it to a full erection. Your head fell back slightly in pleasure as you let out a shaky breath, then focusing your gaze back in the mirror. Your shaft now glistened with precum, the collar’s lock shining in the light and Lucifer’s smirk. He nibbled your earlobe, “It seems your enjoying this yes? I didn’t know my sweet boy would be a bit of a pervert..” He teased. To your mortification, his teasing comment only made you more needy. His hand moved now at a faster pace and you began to softly moan. You wanted to cover your mouth, but you knew he wouldn’t allow that. So like the obedient puppy you were, you kept your hands at your sides slightly clenched. “Ah—fuck..” you moaned, biting your lip. Lucifer started to whisper into your ear, his thumb rubbing your tip. “I have more ideas…this is just the beginning.” He started, “I wanna see your eyes roll back…your hands tied up. I want everybody to know how good I’m making you feel.”

Your legs began to shake a little, your ears tinting a pink color. His hand stroked your cock faster as he whispered these things into your ear, making you visualize everything he wanted to do to you.

“I’m going to tug you on a leash, you’d like that wouldn’t you? How about I make you call me master..”

Your eyes glaze over, looking at the way he plays with you in the mirror. Those small whines of yours began to gradually get louder, your body being forced in place by Lucifer’s to keep you from squirming. He noticed you trying to keep still. “Are you close, puppy? Let it out, sweetheart…”

With another change of pace, and the pressing of his thumb, you came hard. He stroked you throughout your high. This time, he said nothing as your eyes fluttered shut. However when you opened them, you saw him licking his fingers clean.

“How about we get started with the other things I mentioned, yes?”

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demonvibez · 5 months

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mature (minors dni) · tags: oral sex, semi public, power dynamics

A lot of people have bent the knee before Diavolo's throne over the years, but he could have never foreseen this in his wildest dreams - he's on his knees for you, eagerly sucking on your pulsating cock as if you are the Prince, and not him. The way his large, warm hands rest on your thighs, squeezing you as his head bobs up and down. The feeling of his tongue trailing along the underside your shaft is just so sinfully delicious. He can't take his eyes off of you - golden orbs filled with lust gaze up at you, never breaking contact as he swirls you around his tongue.

He's unsure what drives him more wild - the moans falling from your lips, the way your eyes flutter closed in pleasure, or the way your hand rests atop his scalp and pushes him down for more. You provoke his most carnal desires - so much so that he can't help the way he ruts against his own hand. Desperate to bring your release like a servant eager to please his Master by any means necessary, his pace quickens, and the crescendo of your climax finally bursts forth as you coronate him with your seed.

Something about the way you look makes him want to put the crown on you right then and there.

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cowboyfatgum · 7 months

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MC: *accidentally bumping into mammon and putting on a British accent* My fault original gangster

Mammon *also putting on a British accent* No, this cannot be forgiven, now empty the compartments of your pantaloons

MC: For what purpose?🥺

Mammon: And discard all of your footwear as well

MC: For what purpose?😭😭😭

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onirique-amaranth · 1 year

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⎮Feeling you through these walls⎮

⏤ Characters: Diavolo⎮Barbatos⎮reader (separated)

⏤ Including: nsfw (-17)

⏤ Warnings: bottom/sub characters, top/dom male amab reader, use of fleshlight, dub-con in Diavolo's part

⏤ Summary: After being 'offered' a fleshlight, you did not expect to enjoy that overly pleasurable and realistic toy to this extent.

⏤ 2.600 words

Part 2: Diavolo & Barbatos

✧ From what most people saw, Diavolo is a serious and busy man, rarely being seen outside the Demon Lord's Castle. As someone being close to him, you knew he never had the time to take care of himself or have some time alone.

✧ Sometimes, you would pretend an important matter just to have a meeting with him, and relax together. At first, you were just sitting in silence and not doing anything, but after a while, you both got more comfortable. Diavolo would doze off on your lap, letting you touch his hair or wings, it became one of his only moments of rest.

✧ You were someone he trusts, but also someone he grew interested in. Diavolo would excitedly wait for any new meeting with you, becoming annoyed or tensed when it started to take too many days. And now, it has been two weeks since you last contacted him, and the Future King was growing fidgety.

✧ On your side, you were not avoiding him because you wanted to, but you were getting too attached to Diavolo and did not want to cross the line. Unholy thoughts and urges were taking over your rational mind, and being near him would only make you go insane.

✧ Out of desperation, you went to buy something in a sex shop to get over this problem. Except that you may have forgotten to read everything written on the box, and earned yourself a good surprise.

✧ As you used the fleshlight innocently, oblivious to the effect it could have on someone else, you don't question the strange feeling overpowering your mind. The pleasure crushes anything else inside you, any rational thoughts reduced to ashes as your delusions became your only reason to still be conscious.

✧ Your pace was powerful and unforgiving, almost violent, trying to extract every last drop of your sin. Everything was blurry around you, colours mixing in a chaotic mess, light burning your eyes as you closed them and got lost. Such pleasure was out of this world.

✧ And on his side, Diavolo was certainly not expecting the surge of pleasure, piercing through his body. The sudden feeling of something entering him from behind was absolutely insane… Who in their right mind would do this to the Future King of the Devildom?

✧ For an instant, he thought he may have imagined it as he checked if he did not sit on something strange. But unfortunately, it was not the case, as someone was really fucking him right now, while he was in the middle of working.

✧ It felt nice, he could not deny it, but he didn't want to feel that way. For a long while, he has been aware of his attraction towards you, so someone else touching him was not as interesting or entertaining. Closing his eyes, he imagined you and no one else, uncaring if the person on the other side was into him.

✧ Barely able to focus on what he was doing, Diavolo suddenly felt a wave of heat coming from the magical object that the other person was using. Diavolo was able to guess what it was about since he overheard a few lower demons talk about this toy once, praising its effectiveness.

✧ One particularity of this magical object was that it was not a one-sided link, even if the attraction was one-sided, the other could still feel it. Another amusing thing was that if the other person was always attracted to them, the pleasure could be multiplied by two.

✧ At the same moment, he understood what it meant when the pleasure spiked up, the link was created and the pleasure followed accordingly.

✧ Diavolo was attracted to only one, which could only mean one thing… It was you.

✧ After the truth hit him, he started to enjoy himself even more. While keeping his composure, he sat down more relaxedly, spreading his legs and bashing in the attention. He knew Barbatos would come to check on him soon, so he kept the noises in, remaining serious and fake focused.

✧ After his loyal butler left, his mind stopped functioning, as he whined under his breath, pushing his fingers into his mouth to muffle them. His legs shook violently as he felt his core tighten, his stomach burning, his hole clenching around nothing while inhaling sharply.

✧ Diavolo came embarrassingly fast, biting onto his hand to silence himself, definitely not wanting Barbatos to hear him. His eyes rolled back, a single tear rolling down his cheek as he painted the inside of his pants white.

✧ Calming down, he only thought about one thing… you. Diavolo needed to see you, soon.

✧ The next day, he was on his way to the House of Lamentation, desperate to have a word with you. Yet, it was not noticeable on his face, he couldn't let himself show how much he was missing you. Lucifer opened the door for him, and he tried to cut the polite small talk short, not wishing to waste more time.

✧ As he went to the first floor, he caught you discussing with Asmodeus, which seemed entertained and could not stop giggling. Diavolo listened amused as you externalized your amazement for the recent toy you bought in a dubious sex shop.

✧ Both of you froze when you heard someone clearing their throat, turning to see a serious Diavolo. Asmodeus flew away as fast as he could, sensing the tension between you two. And even though he was curious, he wasn't ready to die yet or piss off Diavolo, which seemed rather possessive around you.

✧ Embarrassed by his strong gaze, you tried to leave quickly, apologizing for being in his way but Diavolo stopped you. Ordering you to stay here as he had to talk with you, urgently.

�� You thought you were in huge trouble until he murmured in your ear that you should check what you buy exactly, and the details about it. In a low and deep voice, he told you that the item you bought was enchanted, and was created to perceive the user's feelings, creating a link between the person they fantasize about and the object.

✧ The message was explicit, and you got it immediately, not knowing if you were going to be scolded or if he was just telling you. Your question was answered just after, as he smirked at you and told you that he had nothing urgent to do for the next few hours. Seeing your doubt, he said he dismissed Barabtos for the afternoon and the poor butler needed a break anyway.

✧ Without wasting a second, his arm was wrapped around your waist, and he led you away. When Lucifer asked what was happening, he mentioned that he had unfinished business with you and had to bring you back to the Demon Lord's Castle for the rest of the day, explaining that you will stay there the same night.

✧ To say you were exhausted and almost did not sleep was an understatement, your body was aching, and your energy has been drained out of you. Diavolo acted as if nothing happened, but his legs were shaking as he walked, he almost gasped when he saw down on a chair, and his back was screaming for help.

✧ You ended up spending the next few nights there, ignoring the brothers' complaints.

✧ You and Barbatos were not in a relationship, but you were close enough to share some intimate touches and thoughts. As a well-known sorcerer in the Devildom, it was not rare for you to visit Diavolo, and you ended up getting closer to Barbatos at the same time.

✧ After a good evening spent with Diavolo, drinking and partying, you had no idea how it happened, but you woke up next to Barbatos. Since then, your relationship has been more intimate, but both of you never bothered to find a label.

✧ One thing was sure, Barbatos' duties towards Diavolo would always come first despite your closeness. But it may happen sometimes that he would push his duties to the side to have some fun, at least if it did not impact his work or responsibilities.

✧ Barbatos tend to not take care of his needs, but after that night with you, he couldn't help but be more needy and frustrated than usual. That led to him trying to finish his work faster to see you, but it was almost impossible, so he found another option.

✧ On a calm afternoon, sitting in the garden of the Demon Lord's Castle and enjoying the perfect tea that Barbatos would prepare, the butler surprised you before you left. He did not say much, only gave you a bag and asked you to use the item inside the same evening after 9pm.

✧ You didn't expect to find a champagne-pink fleshlight, covered in magical seals and marks you could not recognize. On a small piece of paper, was written who could use this item and who could feel it, with a seal covering the back. Barbatos' name was already scribbled onto it, so you added yours, and the paper burned, reduced to ashes within seconds.

✧ A small noise was heard, and you watched with wide eyes as the inside of the fleshlight changed, the whole colour of the item changing to a light tone. You had no idea how advanced was this thing, but you were extremely curious to learn how reactive and useful it was.

✧ Glancing at the clock, it was already 9:30, so you guessed that you could test it now. You wondered if it was really working, but you'll get your answer the next day since you needed to review some details about the Royal Academy of Diavolo.

✧ Without wasting a second, you grabbed a lube and almost delicately squirted it inside the toy, humming in amusement as the inside closed, swallowing the fluid. Knowing the demons of the Devildom, and especially demons of lust, you knew preparation with this kind of item was not needed, as you put it to great use immediately.

✧ Meanwhile, Barbatos was serving dinner for Diavolo when he felt it, the fluid sliding inside his hole, cold and thick. A shiver went up his spine, but he had to hide it from Diavolo, he could not let him see his reactions to such an act.

✧ He knew he gave you a certain time, but he didn't expect you to be so enthusiastic, and jump to it immediately. Within the future that he saw, it was the less probable one, and yet, here he would be fucked soon and just in front of the man he was serving.

✧ His grip tightened on the plates, making sure to not drop any as he felt something thick inside of him, slowly loosening him and pushing past the resistance. A moan almost sneaked through his lips when he felt your tip graze that spot, rubbing against it teasingly.

✧ For a second, he prayed that Diavolo would let him go fairly rapidly, so he could take care of that aching need growing inside his pants. How many times did you make him do impossible things for a demon… it was starting to get annoying. You made him pray, also hope Diavolo would give him a break, space out while working, just like he was doing just now.

✧ Feeling Diavolo's gaze on him, he acted as if nothing happened, hoping the way his cheeks were heating up was not too visible. Barbatos didn't miss the amused smirk Diavolo sent him before dismissing him, telling him that he could take his evening, while oh-so-close to laughing as he did.

✧ He left slowly, trying to not make him more humiliated than he already was, shuddering as he felt you move. As you went slowly, he was so thankful that you gave him time to adjust to the sensation, and possibly isolate himself before picking up the pace.

✧ In the middle of a corridor, only a few steps away from his room, he felt you slam back into him with so much force he had to lean against the wall. Panting, each step Barbatos took was more difficult than the other, he was suffocating in the intense pleasure and how quick his orgasm was coming.

✧ Now rushing to his room, he slammed the door and sat on the ground, forgetting every manner. He didn't even undress the slightest before starting to jerk off, throwing his head back with a loud bang. Swearing and cursing himself for not buying this item before, his grip tightened around his dick, moans turning into whines as he felt precum coat his fingers.

✧ His heart was beating wildly in his chest, so strongly he thought it wanted to jump out and escape. Minutes flew by, and he lost track of time, not knowing for how long he has been here or how many times he came. His hand was drenched, the front of his pants was ruined, his usual clean and serious demeanour was ravaged.

✧ Barbatos was a mess.

✧ Completely lost in the pleasure, he did not feel the power surging through his veins, hands glowing as a portal appeared in front of him.

✧ As your thrusts got messier, lube and precum getting fucked out of the fleshlight, your mind became blank. In the dark of your room, you suddenly saw a bright light, and you disappeared within it.

✧ That's how you found yourself on a bed, Barbatos' bed, naked and still using the toy he gave you. You froze on the spot, staring at a blushing and oh-so-close Barbatos, who certainly did not expect to have made you come here.

✧ There was a moment of silence, none of you moved, both from embarrassment while your lower stomach was still burning in desire. It took you by surprise, and you had no idea what you were supposed to do, so you take off the fleshlight. Barbatos whined loudly and glared at you, waves of frustration radiating out of him.

→ “Fucking stay inside.”

✧ The way Barbatos gasped when you slid back in was especially sinful, and how the fake walls tightened around you was vicious and outrageous. You stared at each other with wide eyes, and slowly, you drew back before plunging back in, watching as Barbatos' back arched with a loud moan.

✧ Before you could comprehend his movement, he was in front of you and holding your face, kissing you messily. He ordered you to move, holding the fleshlight for you while you thrusted up, driving Barbatos insane. While being fucked open, he had to focus on holding the item right, so you could hit the most perfect spot, sometimes changing the angle just to test how it would feel.

✧ You don't know how long it lasted, nor how many times both of you came, your brain stopped functioning after the second orgasm. The only thing that you remembered was the pleasure paralysing your members, the glint of lust and craziness in Barbatos' eyes as he kissed you.

✧ With a smirk, he murmured into your ear that he will join you in a few minutes. And before you could understand, a light blinded you, and you were back in your room in the Cocytus Hall.

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temis-de-leon · 2 months

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Replaced MC AU/AU - Part 3

Characters: demon brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, male! MC and crushing! male! NES (MC x NES)

How’s it gonna be , Intro – Part 0 , Part 1 , Part 2

Masterlist

CW: Solomon is mentioned, jealous and mean brothers, black cat x golden retriever behavior i think, one single kiss, a bit ambiguous at the end, not very angsty really, NES x MC centered

A/N: my favourite version of NES and MC by far, I enjoyed writing this a lot. However, my pc came out as homophobic and decided not to connect to any WiFi for this chapter, so I won't be able to update the links nor the masterlist until next week. Also, some people aren't properly tagged once again because I can't find their blogs for some reason?? So so sorry for that, but I don't know what to do about it.

NES was… someone they didn't expect. Unknowingly infuriating, always distracted and too unbothered to care about any of his surroundings. He was a disaster that enjoyed living in disaster and, if they weren't threatened by his presence, Satan and Belphegor would love his insolence.

Barbatos remembered an occasion, one moment from the second week of NES's attendance at RAD, where Lucifer gave him an earful for his ‘impropriety and insulting attitude towards the uniform’. Mammon had been there too, shirt out of his pants and jacket nowhere near closed, backing his brother up.

NES’s pristine appearance lasted only two periods before MC saw him chocking under his tie and laughed at him in sympathy. After that, he'd only wear the uniform ‘the Lucifer way’ if MC was there to eventually mess up the outfit.

And how could the eldest brother object to that?

“They need to loosen up, Lucifer”

MC always had the last word.

Solomon found the situation hilarious. Witnessing the brothers competing against each other in search of MC's attention was one thing, but adding NES to the equation? Yes, Barbatos had to somewhat agree. It was funny.

Who had been cooking for hours in the kitchen if not NES trying to make a quick snack for his fellow human? And who was the first one to leave the House of Lamentation each morning, already waiting next to MC’s seat by the time everyone else arrived?

Mammon called him a simp. Asmo liked to call them both the kettle and the pot.

And while, yes, Lucifer was the one and only Avatar of Pride, none of the brothers were able to admit just how big of a deal NES was becoming.

When would it be too late?

The Demon Prince's birthday arrived and the mandatory celebration was as grandiose as one could expect. Everything was bright and full of laughter, the streets cramped with food stalls, demons and witches alike throwing mesmerizing magic tricks for the children, acrobats, costumes, music…

At one point MC considered handcuffing himself to NES. Even Luke was easier to manage!

Fortunately, Beel ended up finding him playing darts with a succubus and her partners. Unfortunately, MC seemed to be the only one who wanted to check if he was okay.

It was becoming… draining.

Not NES, of course. Sure, he was a handful, but none of his mistakes were intentional. Everything he did came from naiveness and ignorance, being new to the Devildom, and what he lacked in common sense he made up in enthusiasm.

At least he didn't steal his valuables and he’d never threatened to kill him or eat his heart, something MC still thought about frequently. The worst thing NES ever did to him was throw them both to the ground when he tried to slide on the floor at full speed. And he still apologized for that from time to time.

Did the brothers ever apologize for all the things they did or said? The way they used to look at him? He couldn't remember.

Now they were doing the exact same thing to NES. Treating him like an unwanted guest instead of the roommate they insisted on having, turning down every single one of his ideas, including the good ones, and very passively threatening him in a condescending tone, as if they could impress MC with that.

Maybe it was a demon thing? Or rather regular jealousy brought to a dangerous level?

Whatever the reason, MC didn't waste any time sitting them in the living room and chewing the hell out of them, something that enraged Lucifer and put a strain in their relationship, still making it difficult to make small talk, but of course none of them would back down. The rest of the brothers weren't so obvious showing their annoyance, but it was still there.

The good thing was that, as long as MC was there, NES wouldn't be the receiving end of any bullshit. The bad thing was that MC didn't know what was going on behind his back. And NES, bless his soul, was never willing to tell him if any of them made him uncomfortable.

It was draining and NES gave him a sense of peace, but the brothers missed him and they wanted to monopolize his time, but MC wanted to spend time with his new friend and that made the brothers angry and jealous, which made MC anxious, which made NES worry.

Every factor made the situation worse. The brothers were too much, NES was too good for the Devildom and MC was too done with everything.

However, the time passed surprisingly fast as they sang Happy Birthday to Diavolo, eating in the midst of it all, dancing with each other and talking like they used to do before the ridiculous ordeal, albeit with a subtle tension that limited their topics of conversation.

They even ignored NES! Which was better than any other option!

So, once the voices toned down and the guests divided themselves into small groups, MC forced himself to whisk Diavolo away for a moment and have a serious talk, Barbatos following close and listening with a curious glance.

That proved to be nothing but a waste of time.

“It's too soon to take conclusions, MC. I'm sure the brothers just need time. After all, remember your first year here!”

He did remember. That's why he was so worried.

And why did Diavolo talk to him like that? He was 100% sure Lucifer insulted NES to no end anytime he had more than one horn of Demonus. What did they call NES in the privacy of their office? What did they think while they talked to him and faked respect? What were they plotting when they looked MC in the eyes and promised him they wouldn't threaten NES anymore?

Too many lies.

“Alo?”

But then… NES smiled so easily… Like none of that bothered him. Luckily, MC didn't mind caring in his behalf. He wondered if being able to save someone from the fate he had last year was the root of all his actions.

“You look so worried, you're gonna get all wrinkly! Not like you'd look bad, but if you're going to have wrinkles, won't you rather have them in your eyes? Like, from smiling too much, you know?”

He did smile then, imitating NES’s caring expression.

“There you are, handsome! You're gonna be the envy of all in 90 years!”

“Do you really think I'm going to live that much?”

“God, I hope so”

They laughed softly, but it still sounded too loud. MC looked out for the brothers, checking their positions in the ballroom before grabbing NES’s hand and dragging him to one of the balconies. He preferred not having the moment tarnished.

“Good idea! Too hot in there…"

“Don't lie to me”

“Wha…?”

MC stared at him quite sternly, although trying not to look to much like Lucifer, but he needed an answer.

“Do they still bother you? Do they threaten you? Do they ignore you? What do they do?”

“Whoa, whoa, MC. Here comes the frown again…”

He raised his hands, caressing MC’s frown until it softened. His touch was warm and soft and it made MC lean towards him, not wanting it to end. When he opened his eyes again, unknowingly closing them before, NES stayed in that position.

There was silence for a few seconds, interrupted only by the violins, the harps, the pianos and other instruments serenading them under the moonlight. NES could only stare at MC’s lips for a fragment of a second before someone grabbed the scruff of their necks with poorly hidden aggressiveness and brought them back to the ballroom.

MC raised his gaze in fury, bending down to help NES get up again. He expected to see red eyes and black feathers, but, to his surprise, what stared back at him were purple eyes and a long bovine tail.

He wanted to scream at him, to ask what the actual fuck was wrong with him. Would he had acted the same if it was one of his brothers instead of NES? Would he had such hate in his eyes?

But people were staring, very obviously amused at the sight of two humans being put back in place.

MC would have to wait.

“NES! What happened?!”

MC watched as the boy waved at him, hanging upside down where Mammon usually spent countless hours. His arms were tied behind his back and the rope covered his body in a way that surely left no room for the blood to circulate properly. His head already looked dangerously red and MC knew he couldn't leave him there for too long unless he wanted him to have permanent damage.

“I think I failed my last test, but I don't really remember”

“What do you mean you don't remember?”

“Well, I'm very dizzy right now, but I'm sure it's okay. Lucifer will get me out of here soon enough”

Or he won't.

MC sighed, cursing in silence before studying the thick ropes and the tight knots. He knew he wouldn't be able to untie him by hand and he wouldn't be surprised if the kitchen suddenly lacked knives, no doubt the result of Lucifer's pettiness and sadism.

“Wait for me here, okay? I have to get something to cut the ropes…”

“Wait, wait! MC!”

He turned around, patiently staring at his loopy smile and cloudy eyes. He couldn't wait for too long, but maybe he could indulge a couple of minutes.

“What?”

NES briefly looked away, his embarrassment gaining MC’s attention. Now that was a rare sight.

“Have you seen Spiderman?”

His heart stopped for a second and he felt his cheeks getting hot. His hand, previously grasping his hip, fell to his side and made him lose balance.

“You can say no, of course. We can forget about this and I won't get offended. A little sad maybe, but I can manage. I like you too much to stop liking you for a kiss. Does that sound weird? You get me, right?”

His rambling gave MC the opportunity to go down a couple of steps in the staircase and align his face in front of NES’s. The position was weird and staring at his chin was an experience he didn't know he would get the chance to live, but he didn't care.

It wasn't until he finally kissed him mid-sentence that he noticed a figure peeking around the corner, eyes staring without blinking and jealousy ready to made itself known.

Accepting the challenge, MC closed his eyes and grasped NES’s hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

Dinner that night would be fucking awkward.

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ibarkatpeoplewoofwoofbitch · 1 month

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Some fandoms and otome game creators "forgetting" y/n isn't just fem aligned and y/n is everyone, and y/n isn't some straight brown haired white woman and other people exist:

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And still, some writers on here tag it as #male reader. And make the character have female pronouns,wear a dress, talk about them having big boobs. Like theirs already not a lot of masculine aligned y/ns in stories so stop using #gender neutral reader or #male reader if you're so fucking clearly making it a women 💀🙏.

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anthracite-writes · 9 months

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Obey me! Dating Headcanons (SFW)

ft. Non-datables [Mephistopheles, Thirteen, Raphael] - SEPRATE

NOTE: These are just my personal headcanons for the undatables. I haven't met them in OG OM! yet because of low card levels lmao but I have only met them in NB and read the wiki. What I say here is what I think I think would fit them according with the vibes I get from reading about them, so the headcanons are may be very if not extremely OOC - apologies in advance.

𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔 !!: What it's like dating the Non-datables + love languages.

NOT PROOF READ - APOLOGIES IF THERE’S TYPOS OR SPELLING ERRORS!!!

𝓜𝓮𝓹𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼

Love Language? Words of Affirmation and Quality Time. [Hints at Physical Touch but it's all part of his fantasy]

He would definitely ban members of the RAD newpaper club from writing on you.

If there was one member that had written about you, that article draft along with all the photos are making a b-line right into the shredder. Especially if it's made-up gossip about you, even more so if it's accusing you of being in a relationship with some random student in the school or something scandalous that he knows you didn't do.

Only he's allowed to write about you, and only him.

Would definitely write about in the highest regards - praising you for your achievements as the human-exchange student.

Takes the best photos of you, even if they're candid photos.

Almost like... he's bragging for you about your achievements and accomplishments you made in RAD.

Meets you in private to avoid having any of the newspaper club members seeing the two of you together - for sure there would be a gossip column in the RAD newspaper on you two of you were ever caught.

He's a child of a extremely wealthy family - definitely hiding his relationship with you from his parents and family as a whole.

In public, he would be so cold to you, questioning why a human like you would be allowed in the Devildom.

Behind closed doors? He would be profusely apologizing to you for what he said to you in front of people, showering you in kisses and compliments about how amazing you are and how much you've changed his life.

His dates are over the top - flexing with wealth [idk, just read he likes bragging and doesn’t like cheap stuff.] . Nothing but the bestest for you.

Takes you out to expensive restaurants, shopping sprees, list goes on - and he's willing to pay for you, it's all to impress you.

Oh, he overheard you at some point when he was eavesdropping on the brothers for some kind of gossip that you favour more simple dates?

"Okay, I can do that - wait. What exactly is simple?"

Does tons of research on simple things you two can do for dates.

For more simple dates, he takes you two go for a horse back ride on one of the horses from his estate's stables on the trails of his family's land.

Organizes picnics or fancy dinners in his family's garden [obviously out of his family's eyes]

If he could, he would show you off SO HARD.

I mean like your his trophy - holding your hand with pride, a hand on your waist and holding you against his side.

He would want everyone to know you were his, kissing you while everyone is watching.

You are what he wants to brag about all the time but alas... must only happen in his daydreams during classes and Newspaper club briefings.

Loves it when you're there with him while he drafts up the next article for the newspaper or sorting through photos.

Gets your opinion on hook-lines for his article titles and has you help him choose the best photos he takes

firm believer he is amazing at photography and takes amazing photos of you two when you're out on dates.

probably has a photo of you two as his homescreen in his D.D.D, lock screen? prob the default one - again, he's trying to hide the fact he's dating you

Let's you in on gossip he's heard on the job and inside scoops on events in the school.

Def. the jealous type - sees some other student hitting on you? Oh, he's digging up as much dirt on that person so fast and blackmailing the person in order to get them to leave you alone.

Calls you 'Darling', 'Precious', and 'Tesoro'

Doesn't mind nicknames you give him, as long as you don't call him that when other people are around.

Fav. places to his you? Neck, hands, and lips.

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷

Love Language? Gift Giving.

Girlie is absolutely crafty and definitely not gonna let you know when she's giving you anything.

Creates contraptions and traps just for you that won't do any harm to you.

Most of the traps and contraptions are extremely wholesome, showering you in confetti, flower pestles, maybe a gift or two like a plushie she saw that she knew you'd like.

Dates consists of a lot of cafe and bakery dates.

If you can cook any pastries or sweets and gift that to her, oh she's over the moon for you now.

Make sure you know all of the traps she set out in the Reaper's Cave, both old and new.

She called dibs on your soul, will fight any other reaper who tries to harvest your soul when your time comes.

Has a special place for your candle, keeping it close to where she sleeps probably - just, you candle if very far from all the other candles in the Reaper's Cave.

Probably has a shrine around your candle, images of you and all while surrounding it with gifts and contraptions she made for you when you comeback to the devildom or when she's up in the human world for business.

Probably also laid traps around your candle so no other Reaper can tamper with your life span or anything.

Loves it when you help her with the making of any traps she's making at the moment - most likely lets you name one or two.

Takes the saying 'Till Death Do Us Part' seriously.

Once you're gone, she will never take another lover - she's that devoted to you.

Calls you her 'partner-in-crime'

Fav. place's to kiss? Cheeks, temple, nose, forehead, and lips.

just anywhere on your face is her fav place to smooch ya.

𝓡𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵

Love language? Acts of Service.

Actions speak louder than words - and boy does this angel take this shit seriously.

He's giving me Stong, Serious, and Silent type [so let's go of that.]

Would probably drop by the House of Lamentation, sees your doing dish and just quietly takes you gently, putting you aside and does the dishes for you so you two can spend time together.

Bumps into while your grocery shopping? DW, he's grabbed the list from you and choicing the best of the best things that are on the grocery list, always checking in with you if this is the right product.

Having trouble reading a spell or remembering an incantation? He made you flash cards, little notes on the thing your struggling in, and willing to sit down and go over the spells/incantation that's giving you a hard time.

Pretty much, if you're doing some hard work - he's gonna set you aside and do it himself.

Genuinely hate seeing your struggle but also thinks it cute [he'd never say it out loud].

TBH, kinda see him l just piercing something as simple as a coffee maker not working right with one of his spears because he's worried that you're gonna get frustrated [yes, even if he know you have the patience to work it out]

But he'd definitely give a warning smite to anyone giving you a hard time or not paying attention to you when you're talking with his spear - don't matter if it's a demon, another angel, or another human; no hesitation.

'Y/N is talking to you - pay attention, please.' // 'back off, next time I won't miss.'

Not big on PDA, but doesn't mind it.

Holding hands? yeah, hugs? yeah.

Walking up behind you while you're talking, placing his hands on your hips and resting his chin on top of your head without saying a single word? yeah.

Honestly, see this guy as the type to not say much unless spoken to - not every social you can say.

You also can't really tell how he's feeling due to how straight faced he is.

Don't worry, once again - he speaks through his actions rather than his words.

Gives you multiple small kisses on your forehead or the top of your head as he mumbles how much he loves you and appreciates you being in his life.

Loves reading you poetry or book passages he finds interesting - not necessarily because he thought of you, just because.

Feels bad when he doesn't get to spend enough time with you due to his statue in the Celestial Realm.

Dates are very simple - walks around town, sightseeing, dinner dates, shopping, just basic and simple dates.

Calls you 'my angel', 'little lamb', 'human', and 'dove'

Fav. places to kiss? Forehead, eyelids, lips, and nose. [get it? they're all ANGEL kisses, yes i'm making that joke twice, cry.]

But most definitely the top of your head and forehead - all while he has a gentle hand on the back of your head and would hold you close to him/his chest after he was done planting them smooches on ya.

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akunya · 1 year

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HELLO I SAW THAT YOU WANT TO WRITE FOR LUCIFER AND I'M HERE TO HELP

Imagine for a moment: Lucifer takes the reader out shopping for clothes (since they don't have very much).

I imagine the reader is picking out lots of little dress shorts and blouses, overall femboy/ouji aesthetic, and Lucifer is having a hard time keeping his eyes and hands off of the reader. It boils over a bit when the reader asks Lucifer for help zipping up the back of his shorts and Lucifer starts getting handsy.

It starts with his gloved fingers gliding over your hips, then sliding down your thighs. He says you look gorgeous, right as his hands wander to the soft bulge between your legs. You watch him through the dressing room mirror as Lucifer gropes at your slowly hardening cock.

He asks how it feels, and it takes you a moment to realize he means the clothing, not his squeezing. You barely mumble out some semblance of a yes, too entranced by his free hand carefully undoing the buttons of your blouse to cover up with anything else.

"Tell me how good it feels." He instructs, untucking the white chiffon from your shorts and dragging down your fly.

This is risky and you know it, but you've wanted this attention for too long to say no now.

Ahem if you don't write it I might cough cough

“tell me how good it feels..”

pairings: lucifer x m!reader

summary: what a precious little thing you are..

tw: EXHIBITIONISM, public sex, DUBCON/NONCON, mindbreak. size difference, lulu makes teases your small dick (lol), master/sub dynamics, ownership, etc.

notes: i read this ask at around 3am and nearly died. if you have already written it or are still planning to, please send it to me - id love to read!

here is my (short) little take on it.

"tell me how good it feels." he instructs, untucking the white chiffon from your shorts and dragging down your fly.

your breath hitches in your throat, words struggling to come out as he palmed your hardening cock in his hands. it was so obscene doing something like this in public, and yet, lucifer acted without hesitation nor shame. the feeling of his cool leather gloves against your crotch only caused you to melt further, stumbling in his arms.

“at a loss for words, y/n?” the demon chuckles, kissing a spot behind your ear that made you tremble. wearing such innocent, frilly looking clothes made this feel more provocative than usual. lucifers suit and dark clothing contrasting with your own reminded you how powerful he was. you were sure no one back home would believe you if you told them a demon from hell had started feeling you up in the fitting room stall of all places.

lucifers skilled hands tugged the shorts down a bit, just enough so that your cock would be exposed. you closed your eyes shut, too bashful to watch him tease the tip, smearing all of your pre on his glove. “you like when your master touches your cock, pretty boy?” the demon licked the shell of your ear, hot breath against your neck.

“y-yes master!” you gasped, your hands grabbing into his forearms for measure. the loose white blouse you were wearing felt suffocating, atmosphere growing hotter and hotter. the older man didn’t stop, simply cooing at your feeble state. he loved feeling in control. with every weak moan you let out because of him, his pride only grew larger.

“look at you, little thing. your cock won’t stop dripping when i touch it. you’re such a slut sometimes, y/n.” lucifer emphasized the last sentence by squeezing the base of your dick, fluid dripping onto the floor with how much spilled out. you whined again, practically humping his hand as he coo’ed at how pathetic you looked.

“lucifer, i can’t, n-not here!” as much as you loved when lucifer played with you like a toy, the last sliver of dignity in your mind screamed at you, reminding yourself that you two were in public. lucifer frowned, his brow furrowing in slight annoyance.

“you will. do you forget who owns you, little human? me. you are mine.” he groaned, practically panting on your neck as he pumped your cock almost painfully hard. it felt so intense, your whole body was shaking, moaning wantonly in the dressing room.

“..and if i order you to cum all over yourself like the slut you are, then you will. so, cmon boy. cum for me.”

#my askbox..#male reader #mlm blog #male reader blog #obey me x reader #obey me x you #obey me x male mc #obey me x male reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer x male reader #lucifer x m!reader #obey me x m!reader

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kiskisur · 6 months

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(any character you imagine idk)

they caress your face, letting out a deep sigh before kissing your forehead and smiling.

"you did your best today, I'm proud of you.."

they whispered, wiping the tears of your face and looked at you with loving eyes.

"I love you."

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asherthecatlvr · 23 days

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I saw that you do Male Reader requests and wanted to ask you smth while I’m on boop-attacks.

Anyway. Could you do HC’s with Lucifer (obey me) with a male reader who takes more initiative? Can be sexual or non sexual, or both, whichever you prefer!

Happy April Fools Day, btw! 💙

Remember to eat well ✨

Yeah ofc, and happy April Fool’s to you too

Lucifer with an Assertive M!MC

Sfw and Nsfw Hc’s

Lucifer admired your personality, since most of the time you were able to control his brothers. You were able to control what would happen, and that gave him less work

Being in a relationship with you was.. Interesting for him. He had a habit to help humans, he knows how weak they are. Hes usually caught off guard when you reject his offers

He does slowly learn you dont need help most of the time, he still helps out behind the scenes if youre that stubborn and get into bad situations

He still loves your company, stubborn or not. Hes just used to taking control. No matter what… kind of situation hes in.

When he finally gets more comfortable with you, he gets a bit surprised when you asked to take control

Its not like he didn’t expect it, just needs a bit to actually compose himself (and be ready to actually remember some spells to make sure no one hears outside the room)

And man he needed those spells, since this was the first time he actually was the bottom

He will break after a bit of teasing, his confident act breaks whenever youre around

After a bit of teasing and slowly prepping him, his low voice rises at least an octave and hes practically trembling

If you decided to be nice, expect a lot of noise from him. You only hear it muffled, since itll just ruin his pride if he knew you heard all the noise he made loud and clear

If not then… well, still a lot of noise. Most is just begging though, he’ll even get on his knees just so you stop teasing him!

Even if hes The Avatar of Pride, he’d happily throw his confidence away and beg like some slut just so you actually fuck him properly

Hes adorable when you finally give what he wants after teasing, hes moaning like some succubus and so easy to oversimulate<33

After using him, he’d be a mess. Even if you were gentle, he’d be tired and worn out

Give him aftercare and he’ll realize everything, like he was drunk or something during it. He’ll deny it and make sure nothing gets out, and makes sure you don’t mention anything

But if he gets too pushy go ahead and punish him, he might just be more strict on you if you do..

#obey me #obey me x male reader #obey me x male mc #obey me lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader

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dear-b0y · 3 months

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"ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪsʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ?"

lucifer x m!reader

CW: AMAB reader, degrading, hair pulling, rough fucking, org. denial, a dash of praise. NSFW BELOW THE CUT.

shitty writing

'You have been quite arrogant and disrespectful lately,” Lucifer's voice rings through the room, causing a thrill to race through you. “Do you really think you can just get away with it?” he continues, his tone dripping with authority.

Your eyebrows furrow as you reply, “As if i’d obey you, stupid. It’s funny how you go around acting like you own me.”

Before you can even comprehend what's happening, Lucifer has grabbed you by the hair, pulling you closer to him, his lips pressed against yours in a searing kiss. You let out a pleasured and suprised moan into his mouth, feeling his hands trail down your body, his touch igniting a fire within you.

“Wrong answer,” he growls, his voice low and dangerous. He pushes you down onto his bed, pinning you down with his larger hands. “You need to be taught a damn lesson.” he says, his fingers tracing down your chest and rubbing your nipples as his other hand teasingly circles your hardening cock.

“Fuck—!” you gasp and your body instinctively jerks away, but it only seems to intensify his grip on you. “Don't even think about escaping, brat,” Lucifer says, his voice laced with that lustfulness you’ll never get tired of. “You asked for this.”

With one swift motion, he pulls your pants down, exposing your bare ass to him. “Spread your legs wider,” he commands, and you obey, knowing there's no use in resisting (besides maybe more roughness).

Lucifer smirks as he brings his hand down, spanking you hard, making you yelp in surprise and pleasure. “You like that, don't you, bitch boy?” he taunts, striking you repeatedly, each time making your body tingle and twitch. Your meek voice squeaks as his hand comes in contact with your ass. His tongue comes in contact with your ear as he whispers,

“I want to see how many dirty words I can make you moan while I fuck that mouth of yours. I want to see you take all of me, choking on my cock as I push it deeper and deeper down your throat.”

You moan, begging him to touch you, to give you some relief. He chuckles darkly, knowing how needy you must be feeling. His gloved fingers slip under the waistband of your boxers and take out your hard cock, his thumb rubbing the tip. The gloves heighten the sensation, making your legs tremble.

Then, two fingers rub your needy hole and makes you shiver. As if your body knows he’s made for you, it shyly swallows two of his fingers down to his knuckles. His fingers thrust in and out, but Lucifer purposely avoids your sweet spot.

“Please, Lucifer,” you whimper, your body trembling with need.

“Please what?” he asks, his hand still working you mercilessly.

“Please let me cum.” you gasp, your body aching with desire.

He releases a dark chuckle, his fingers moving faster, pushing you towards your release. “Beg for it, you whiny little brat.” he commands, his voice sending vibrations through your entire body.

You let out a strangled moan as his fingers suddenly hit against your prostate, making your toes curl and eyes roll back. “God, please,” you whine “Lucifer please I need it so bad, I promise i wont disobey you, i promise..!”

You hear him chuckle from behind and he teasingly bites your ear lobe before thrusting his fingers into you faster and harder. Lucifer’s lean body presses against you to keep you still while you moan and whine. As your mouth is open his other fingers press against your tongue,

“Quiet down. Do you want everyone to know what a slut you are? How desperate you are to feel good?”

You shake your head no as your eyes tear up, you were so, so close. Until, you don’t feel that release. You pant and look back over your shoulder as the build-up goes down and you feel that ache.

With a satisfied smirk, Lucifer pulls away, leaving you breathless and exhausted on the bed.

“Next time I’ll make sure to put you through torture, this was just a warning.”

#lucifer obey me smut #obey me x male mc #bottom male reader #mlm #mlm ns/fw #lucifer obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me #smut #obey me smut #x male reader smut #lucifer x male reader #uke male reader

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bunnypansy · 5 months

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The Perfect Fit

Rated R for EXPLICIT CONTENT!

You're new to the Devildom and you'd love some positive attention from Lucifer- you suppose now is your best chance to get it, but you might be in over your head.

Featuring: Lucifer, and you! Beware! This film contains: cis!male!reader, lightly dubious consent, erotic asphyxiation, worship kink (reader acknowledges Lucifer as god in a few parts), Lucifer has a poorly hidden praise kink, facefucking, semi-public sex, light degradation (Lucifer calls reader a slut/whore a couple times), use of "good boy", light orgasm denial, mirror sex, begging, hair pulling, no condoms, Lucifer is overall a meanie, erhm it gets kinda messy even though I didn't mean to whoops

Lucifer doesn't use the lord's name anymore- but God, you were testing his patience.

This trip was fully necessary, you'd been dragged to the Devildom in an instant, left with no time to pack and you couldn't wear your uniform all the time. Lucifer usually would've employed another one of his brothers for this task, as a shopping trip with a human was a bit beneath him, but Asmodeus was busy, and the rest were generally unruly.

He wasn't sure why you had to show him everything you tried on, but he was sure that it was making him feel things he'd rather not. The Devildom was hot, yes, but fucking hell; could you wear anything else?

The tight hug of tiny shorts around your thighs, the expanse of your skin visible beneath an all-too-small crop top, the dangerous swish of a skirt, the urge to lift it higher- no. No. About 20 minutes ago, he asked you to "dress more respectably", and now he was starting to regret it.

The end begins when you peek out of the dressing room, to make a small request of Lucifer; a zipper is giving you trouble. Lucifer has half a mind to tell you to "put it back then", but for some idiotic reason, he follows you into the small stall. The door shuts behind him with a sense of finality.

"It's here, on the back." You turn your back to him, a funny thing to do when in such close proximity to a demon. He follows your hands and finds a small zipper at the waistline, tucked slightly beneath your fingers, an invisible one- the kind that always gets stuck. "Can you just pull it closed for me?"

Lucifer assumes this will be an easy task, giving you a little nod in response. He pinched the zipper between his thumb and forefinger, then pulled the zipper up- or tried to, anyway. The zipper stays firmly in place.

"You've really gotten yourself stuck, hm?" You watch Lucifer through the mirror in front of you, his lips pressing into a firm line.

"Mm, yeah I guess…" It would've been nice to impress him with your more refined clothing choices, you'd like his approval, but this zipper seemed to be ruining things for you.

Lucifer's grip shifted and your breath hitched, a hand moving to your hip and squeezing tightly. "Hold still."

You suppress a shudder as his breath ghosts across your skin, only responding to his command with a quick nod. Lucifer's fingers bear down, squishing the flesh of your hips until they find the points of bone beneath.

The tightness of the shorts is felt far before you recognize the sound of the zipper fastening shut. The black fabric squeezes around your waist and thighs with unforgiving firmness, the fat around your hips puffing out around the hems. You instinctually yearn to rip them off, but Lucifer's hands don't leave your hips.

Here, standing in front of the mirror in the dressing room, Lucifer finally got a good look at your outfit. A white chiffon blouse, the fabric beautiful against your skin, the black bow draping over your chest matching perfectly with the shorts you'd tucked the blouse into.

"This is better." A finger slips under the waistband of your shorts, pinned against your skin. A disapproving hum rises in his throat. "A bit tight."

Under statement of the century, the shorts might as well be strangling you. Your throat is dry now, you lick your lips and try to force out words. "Yeah, I think they're a little too small."

Lucifer disagrees. The fabric pulls tight around your body, the high waist riding up high enough that he gets a peek at your ass and gives him a near-perfect imprint of your bulge. Hands slowly stroke your sides, up and down, from your ribcage to your hips; you and Lucifer are holding eye contact through the mirror.

Slowly, painfully, you watch while Lucifer's hand brushes its way down the front of your body. His hand lands on the soft swell in your pants, and you draw in a sharp breath. Surely, he won't do it- right? Lucifer, the refined, prideful man, would never grope a lowly human such as yourself.

"How does it feel?" Your thoughts come to an abrupt halt when Lucifer’s voice rumbles in your ear.

"How does-" You begin to turn, to look back to Lucifer and beg the question that burns you, but he squeezes your growing hard-on and you fall still with a strained gasp.

He reiterates the question, trying to burrow through the thickening fog of your brain.

“How do the shorts feel?” Lucifer’s long fingers wiggle beneath the hemline of your shorts and briefs, smoothing over the skin of your tummy. It’s hard to think while he’s drawing circles on your skin, the soft leather of his gloves fueling the heat between your legs.

“They, uh,” you swallow hard, “they feel good.” A strangled whimper spills from your throat when one of Lucifer’s hands encircles the base of your cock, his touch so faint it’s tantalizing.

“How good?” His is velvet-smooth in your ear, breath hot against your skin.

This was a terrible idea, the dressing rooms aren’t noise absorbent and Lucifer is a man of high status, it’s best if you both put this idea out of your minds. Logically, you both know better than to go on.

“Lucifer, we shouldn’t be doing this-” Your hand slaps itself over your mouth on instinct, muffling the dangerously loud whine that ripped from your throat; the demon had squeezed your shaft so tightly that it ached.

You can’t help but squirm when Lucifer lets out a disappointed sigh next to your ear, his hands sliding from your shorts. “That’s not what I asked.”

Your head spins as Lucifer shoves you up against the dressing room mirror, his hand on the back of your head and forcing your cheek into the cold glass. The popping of stitches is so loud that it feels like a gun has gone off in your ears, you flinch all the same when Lucifer unceremoniously tears off your shorts.

“Now, let’s try again,” Lucifer discarded his glove in a heartbeat, and the sensitive nerves of your precum-slicked dick are exposed to the demon’s calloused skin. “Tell me how good it feels.”

Now, it’s not a question, Lucifer has given you a demand, spurred on by the quick and rough way he strokes your cock. Your body craves his touch, arching and bucking into Lucifer’s hand almost wildly with a chorus of pitiful whimpers. “Good- oh, f- good! It feels so-”

Lucifer abruptly stuffs his leather glove into your mouth with a scoff of disgust- you realize it tastes of the precum you leaked all over his hand.

“You’re too fucking noisy,” His stroking hand slowed to a near halt, squeezing so tightly around the tip of your cock that you wail into the glove between your teeth, pre dripping down your shaft and onto the dingey carpet in thick globs. “Are you trying to get caught? Do you know what will happen to you if Lord Diavolo hears of this?”

“A demon of such high ranking, like myself, having intimate relations with the human exchange? A much weaker,” the rough skin of Lucifer’s thumb brushes over your slit and you groan at the sting, tears gathering on your lash line, “more vulnerable creature.”

“A scandal like this would take a terrible toll on my standing.” He takes care to trace over the veins of your length, seemingly lost in thought and paying little mind towards your pathetic cries. “We’d have to get rid of you, of course.”

Blood stills in your veins; how painfully vague of him. Your attempts to argue are quickly dismissed, Lucifer only stuffs the glove further into your mouth with a condescending coo.

“Hush, hush, no talking.” He pats your thigh comfortingly, like trying to quiet an anxious pet. “Perhaps my brothers could find some use for you before you’re discarded…”

Lucifer hums in thought, trailing his hand over your balls, then back towards your ass. Precum-slicked fingers draw tight circles over your rim, pausing to just barely press inside you and watch you squirm back against him. “Or maybe, we’d get to keep you.”

The suggestion has you beyond delighted, grinding back onto Lucifer’s hand with a moan and a trembling grin as he finally forces two fingers into your tight ass. “You’d look good in a cage, don’t you think?”

You’re in no position to disagree, bracing yourself against the mirror as you rock into the thrusts of Lucifer’s hand urgently. You need a little more, just a little more and you can cum. Your moans grow higher and higher in pitch- you’re not being subtle in the slightest. Your cock is twitching and throbbing vigorously, the rough tips of Lucifer’s fingers scraping against your insides only worsening the heat in your tummy.

Your moans are beginning to sound more like sobs, turning utterly incoherent as you finally, finally- there’s a slick pop as Lucifer pulls his fingers out, leaving you dazed and needy. At last, you let the glove fall from between your teeth, turning back to plead with Lucifer but scarcely getting a whimper out before he grabs you by the cheeks.

“You’re such a mess,” he laughs, actually laughs into your hot, tear-stained face. and drags you to the ground, leaving scuffs on your knees. “What makes you think you’ve earned the right to cum? What have you done for me?”

Lucifer’s hand tangles in the hair at the nape of your neck, forcing your face into the tent in his pants. “If you do well, I’ll consider letting you cum, how’s that?”

You can feel the warmth of his erection on your cheek, your own cock spasming in response. Like a bitch in heat, you can’t help but nuzzle against his bulge, eager to get it out of his pants and inside you. Your clumsy hands make quick work of the buttons and zipper on his slacks, freeing his cock in a matter of seconds- you don’t even need instructions before you take the head of his dick in your mouth, sucking away the pre that had gathered at Lucifer’s tip. The taste is tangy, salty, and beckons you to take Lucifer’s cock further into your mouth.

The promise of an orgasm makes you work hard; bobbing along Lucifer’s length, tracing your tongue over the veins on his length, squelching obscenely as you suck away at him. A hand tangles in your hair, pushing the stray tufts away from your face and tilting your head to stare up at Lucifer. You’re helpless to do anything but watch as he slides his hand to the back of your head, slowly pushing you to sleeve the rest of his cock into your throat. For a moment, you struggle against Lucifer’s grip, throat constricting around his dick as you attempt not to choke.

“Don’t struggle,” Lucifer warns, pressing your nose against the short hairs at his pelvis more firmly when you don’t listen. “Don’t.”

Finally, you go lax against him, tongue lolling out to lick at Lucifer’s sac while you go on attempting to slurp at his dick. Hesitantly, as if waiting for you to fight him once more, Lucifer pumps his hips against your face with a satisfied sigh. “Good boy, good boy; you’re doing perfect.”

You can feel the ridges and veins of his cock sliding over your tongue and scraping the inside of your throat. It aches but you don't move, you're too drunk on his praise to even consider it.

He starts with a slow in-and-out pump, reassurance that you're not going to choke on his dick, before his grip shifts yet again. The hand once positioned in your hair slides down to your neck, Lucifer's wide palm covering the column of your throat with ease, his fingers digging into the soft flesh on either side–he's getting a firm grip. You panic on the first sharp thrust into your mouth, hands smacking at Lucifer's thighs frantically while you gag and retch around his length, but he hardly seems to notice.

The demon is utterly lost in his own pleasure, his head tilted back in hitched sighs as he fucks your throat with the same mindless ferocity as a toy. Wet gargles fill the small dressing room as you desperately attempt to get a single breath, fingers curled in the fabric of Lucifer's pants. Air, you need air, you can't get a proper breath in with Lucifer's dick filling your throat. The corners of your vision are starting to go dark, your head fuzzy, your lungs are beginning to burn.

Only when you're sure that Lucifer is going to let you suffocate does he pull you off his cock, thick webs of saliva stuck to his tip and your lips. You gasp and cough wetly, the lightheadedness fading with each new inhale.

"Up on your feet." The command comes and you nearly sob, nothing sounds more impossible to you than standing.

With deer legs, you stumble into something resembling a standing position, still huffing and whimpering weakly.

"Hands against the mirror, now." Lucifer motions with a hand for you to turn around and stand against the mirror and like an obedient bitch, you do so.

Mostly, you're leaning on the mirror, chest pressed up against the glass and hips tilted back for Lucifer, you're too exhausted to do much else.

"No, not like that." Lucifer sighs in annoyance, grasping you by the hips and pulling you back until you're bent over at the waist, only your palms flat against the mirror.

The moments of silence between his words left you trembling with anticipation, sweaty palms leaving sticky prints on the mirror. A fingertip traces a trail of fire down your spine, before smoothing flat against the small of your back, steadying you as the tip of Lucifer's cock squishes up against your rim. You expect him to push forward, to finally fuck you like you need- but he waits, the head of his dick pressed to your entrance, with no sign of moving. Your impatience grows, cock leaking precum over your thighs, slickening your skin as you rub them together.

"Lucifer…?" With a small rock back, you whine of his name, trying to coax him into fucking you.

He only pulls his hips back, drawing a pitiful noise from your throat. "Beg. Beg for me to fuck you."

Your words catch in your throat, shame keeping you quiet. When Lucifer's hand strikes your thigh, you have to bite your lip to muffle a yelp.

"I could leave you here; a dripping, needy, slut." His words are a cruel hiss, forcing tears to well in your eyes. "Just beg, tell me how badly you want me inside of you, or you get nothing."

Still, your jaw is firmly closed, far too ashamed to say anything- until Lucifer begins to pull away.

"No! No, no, please," the threat becomes real and you panic, bracing one arm against the mirror and using your free hand to spread yourself open for him. "Please Lucifer, I want you so bad, I need you…"

Every word is a whisper, still afraid of getting caught, but too worked up to possibly go without Lucifer's cock now. A self-satisfied smile spreads across Lucifer's face as he retakes his place behind you.

"So you can beg, what an obedient whore." The tip of Lucifer's dick taps against your hole, before he slowly slides past your rim with a low groan. "Fuck… are you this tight for everyone, or am I special?"

"Jus- just you…" You barely manage to murmur back, but Lucifer is beyond pleased with your answer, finally driving cock to the hilt with a low groan- you are a perfect fit for his cock.

Now he sets his pace, something steady and forceful that fucks the thoughts from your head on every inward stroke, the walls of the dressing room one hard thrust away from trembling beneath your weight. With every pull back, the head of Lucifer's dick drags over your prostate, your legs twitching and quivering in sensitivity- it's taking everything in you to stay quiet, but that's not what Lucifer wants.

"Talk- come on, talk for me, pretty boy, tell me how good you feel." With that gasping command your mouth falls open and a flood of praise rolls out.

"You feel so good, thank you, fuck, thank you- harder, please-" Any thought of silence is lost in the haze of lust, pleading for Lucifer to go harder, to go faster, for more, more, more.

Lucifer throws his head back with an unrestrained groan, slamming his hips against yours with unprecedented speed and force, tearing moans from your chest with ease.

"Oh God-" Lucifer grips your hair tightly to cut off your cry, his tone turning furious.

"Don't you-" he loses his words in a slew of curses for a moment. "-don't you ever call for anyone else, fuck, I am your god, understand?"

The moment he asks, you nod- but that's not enough. The hold on your hair tightens, and Lucifer pulls your head back, forcing you to face your reflection in the glass; covered in your own spit and tears, the thin white fabric of your blouse turned sheer from sweat.

"Say it." Lucifer's voice drops to a dangerous hiss, his free hand moving to stroke the length of your dick in time with his thrusts.

You let out a wail the moment he touches you, a fresh stream of tears welling up and rolling down your cheeks.

"You! You're m-my God!" It's slurred and sobbed, but at this moment, you mean your words completely.

Abruptly, Lucifer pulls you back against his chest by the scalp, then locks his arm around your neck, constricting your airways.

"Who?" Lucifer presses on, prompting another answer from you.

Even though your voice is strained through his tight grip, you call out for him, an obedient worshipper. "Lucifer!"

He lets out a shuddering sigh of pleasure. "Again."

"Lucifer!" You answer, and his pace falters for a moment.

"Again, louder." He commands once more, and you follow.

"Lucifer!" His hips pump into you even faster, and your cock is beginning to throb erratically, you're so close.

"Louder!" Lucifer's voice pounds through your skull, you think this must be madness.

"Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer!" At last, your orgasm hits you all at once with an ear-splitting scream, every muscle in your body drawing taut within Lucifer's hold.

You arch against him, legs kicking at his shins as Lucifer holds you up by nothing but his arm around your throat, your cum splattering against the fitting room mirror. With all your tightening and convulsing, Lucifer's orgasm isn't far behind, his thrusts have turned irregular and unsteady- but you're struggling for breath, clawing his prim black dress shirt in desperation.

At last, you feel hot cum flood your insides in tandem with Lucifer's shuddering groan, and a heartbeat later, he lets you go. You crumple beneath your weight, letting his cock slip free from your ass as you fall forward against the mirror. You can't help but see yourself- rather, the mess you've become. Heaving and panting, your face glistening with saliva, tears, and snot, strands of your cum caught in your hair and smeared over your skin from where you hit the mirror.

"Well, then." Lucifer is already tucking his dick back into his pants, retrieving his discarded gloves from the floor. "Get up, we've been here long enough."

Tongue heavy in your mouth, you can barely even form the words to protest. "I… I can't…"

A firm hand grasps your upper arm and yanks you up to your feet. Feeling Lucifer's cum ooze from your ass, you can't help but shiver- a few drops hit your calves and soak into your boxers, still looped around your ankles.

Lucifer huffs out a disappointed mutter when you sag against him, then guides you to wrap your arms around his neck. Luckily, Lucifer helps you redress yourself, pulling your boxers back up, then stuffing you back into your uniform dress pants- however, you're left in the sweat-stained blouse.

Lips press against your ear, a whispered threat. "You're going to walk by yourself. If you stumble or don't keep up, I will whip you bloody- understand?"

There's nothing you can do but nod. You've given yourself to Lucifer completely, mind, body, and soul- and a worshipper does not deny the requests of his god.

That will be all for today's showing folks, as always, thank you for viewing!

This was made based on a prompt I submitted to @akunya in uhhh... checks watch oh god February. I didn't mean to take this long. I started writing half of this several months ago, then I opened it this morning and suddenly blasted through the rest in like 5 hours. Possessed by the spirit of horny I guess...

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cowboyfatgum · 7 months

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Lucifer is the type of old man to not replace something unless it's basically been destroyed, like his DDD could have like a million cracks in it, been ran over by 3 cars, half the screen is unusable, and some of its functions won't work. But if he and I quote "can still make calls and texts on it it's fine because that's it's intended purpose"

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me x male reader #shall we date lucifer #lucifer avatar of pride #lucifer x mc #obey me luficer #cant put music because im on my puter #:(#obey me x male mc #obey me x reader

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onirique-amaranth · 1 year

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⎮Feeling you through these walls⎮

⏤ Characters: Simeon⎮Solomon⎮reader (separated)

⏤ Including: nsfw (-17)

⏤ Warnings: bottom/sub characters, top/dom male amab reader, use of fleshlight, dub-con, reader have dick piercing in Simeon's part, mention of sin and corruption.

⏤ Summary: After buying a fleshlight in a dubious sex shop, you certainly did not expect to enjoy that overly pleasurable and realistic toy to this extent.

⏤ 2.600 words

Part 1: Solomon & Simeon

✧ You met Simeon and Luke at the same time, for a short time though, as they were just staying in the Devildom for a few weeks.

✧ Having a crush on an angel wasn't the easiest thing in the world, especially when he had to go back to the Celestial Realm. The goodbyes were difficult, Luke cried softly into your torso before they really had to leave.

✧ You did not expect to be hit with a wet dream of Simeon the same night, waking us sweating and with a hard-on. Still sleepy, you couldn't remember what was the dream or how it ended, but you knew by how much precum was sliding down your dick, that it has been a good dream.

✧ In the state you were in, you knew it would be impossible to go back to sleep, even after taking a cold shower. Out of desperation and with the urgent need to relieve yourself, you opened the drawer and took the first toy that you found.

✧ Much to your surprise, it was one that you never used before. It was a fleshlight that you found in a dubious sex shop, in one of the darkest parts of the shop, and it was on sale, so you bought it but completely forgot about it.

✧ Observing it, you watch in amazement as the insides change shape, taking a whole new form, which was much tighter. You could remember that on the box, it was said to perfectly imitate the shape of the one you desired the most, who was obviously your dear and pure angel.

✧ The idea of doing something so unholy while thinking about an angel was awful, but you couldn't resist, giving in to the temptation and sin. He would never know about it anyway, right?

✧ Simeon was relaxing in the garden when he felt the strange sensation. He had to stop walking, touching his lower stomach with a curious and questioning expression on his face, another angel asking if he was feeling okay.

✧ At first, he was confused by the feeling, wondering what was happening, thinking that he perhaps ate too much, and it made him sick. But then, as the sensation became stronger in a certain place, it hits him, hard.

✧ Simeon was a virgin, he never touched himself, even though he was curious, and certainly never thought about doing it with someone. That was a lie… Since he went to the Devildom and met you, his thoughts were full of sin, his dreams were haunting his mind and pulling at the purest part of his heart.

✧ But now was not the time to think about it, he needed to figure out what was happening to him first. Simeon excused himself and ran to his room, closing and locking the door behind him, so he could not be found in such a compromising situation. He had no idea what was inside of him, but it was absolutely divine and showed a whole new world.

✧ As the movement became clearer, he recognized long and thick fingers, pushing against his walls, trying to fit another one despite his hole being so tight. He hated the fact that someone else than you was touching him, it gave him a chill of disgust, but he also could not stop the person doing this to him, so he closed his eyes and imagined you.

✧ Simeon was so close to crying, teary eyes making it impossible for him to see anything, he felt his body reject the touch. Until he was finally empty, he thought it was over at first, but something much larger pressed against his entrance. As the tip went in, the tears rolled down his cheeks, followed by a moan mixed with a sob.

✧ He was going to pray, beg for it to stop, until he felt it, the cold metal entering his body and scraping his walls. He recognized it in an instant, Simeon recognized you… For a simple reason, the dick piercings.

✧ During a conversation with Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust couldn't keep to himself the last secrets he discovered or heard about. That's how he learned that the man accidentally walked into your bathroom while you were showering, and even more than seeing you naked, he discovered that you had dick piercings, more precisely, a lorum and a frenum. This newfound information about you never managed to leave his mind, and that's how he immediately recognized whose dick was penetrating him right now.

✧ It couldn't be just a coincidence.

✧ A spike of pleasure brought him back to the present, the feeling of being full was pervasive, foreign and yet so good. Simeon couldn't stop the embarrassing noises coming out of his mouth, the thought of you doing this to him was so lewd and good.

✧ He had no idea if you were intentionally doing this to him or not, but he was basking in the newfound sensation and pleasure anyway, unable to do anything but take it. His body and mind were begging for you, and nothing could bring him back to the good, pure, path.

✧ Simeon did not care as his wings turned grey, proof of sin and abandonment.

✧ Everything became too much, your thrusts, the feeling of being filled up to the brim while remaining empty, the last uncontrolled twitch of your dick inside his body, painting him as yours. Simeon came fast and all over his bed, not able to tell you to stop as you keep dragging multiple orgasms out of him, only stopping when you'll be satisfied.

✧ When you finally halted, Simeon was left with an aching cock, a numb mind and shaking legs, the ruined sheets taunting him. He glanced at his bed, noticing multiple black feathers circling him, but he could not bring himself to care.

✧ Without a word, he cleaned himself, cursing about his clothes being far too tight as his sensitivity was already too heightened. Cleaning the rest of his room, he sat down on his bed after looking in the mirror, understanding that it was over.

✧ It seemed like Simeon was going to come back to the Devildom much quicker than he expected, with a desperate need of an explanation, but also to make the urge at the bottom of his heart and lower stomach disappear.

✧ Solomon, such a wise sorcerer, calmly reading a book in his room after class, relaxing after such a long day. He was disappointed that you couldn't spend the afternoon with him, as you had to hang out with lower demons, and he decided to focus on widening his knowledge instead.

✧ You came back to your room a few hours after, dishevelled and shaking, your mind was an utter mess. While being out, you, unfortunately, got hit by a spell heightening your sensitivity, which lead you to come back to your room earlier than intended.

✧ Your day has been long and not the best one, you had already some pent-up frustration, and the spell only worsened your state. Because of this, you had to unwind everything, and release once and for all this frustration.

✧ That's when your eyes fell on this bag, placed in the corner of your room, completely forgotten. The item contained in this bag was bought weeks ago, but you never had the time to use it or even thought about it.

✧ You spent so much money on it, and it remained useless… perhaps it was the occasion to finally unpack it.

✧ Without another thought, you took it out of the bag, and the dark purple packaging, looking at the most realistic fleshlight you have ever seen.

✧ Rapidly cleaning it with water before squirting lube into it, you gasped as the opening closed suddenly as if trying to keep the fluid in. The insides were clenching around nothing, reacting to any touch or feeling, which was extremely realistic for an object like this one. Though, it was not surprising as you were in the Devildom, and demon of lust obviously existed.

✧ Curiosity got the best of you, and you couldn't help but plunge your fingers into it, marvelled by how tight it became. At first, you could not even move your fingers, feeling the plastic flesh clench and prevent any movement. The sensation was mind-blowing, and your patience was running thin.

✧ Not waiting one more instant, you were unbuttoning your pants and letting them slide down your legs along with your underwear.

✧ A few rooms away, Solomon's book hit the floor with a loud thud, echoing through the entire room. The sorcerer lurched forward in his chair, his hand touching his pants, not understanding how it could be dry while he felt his hole overflowing. Soon, another fluid was squirted into him, making his head slam back, a whine escaping his lips.

✧ Quiet gasps and moans flew out of his mouth, the feeling of being fingered open was overwhelming, he could only beg to the emptiness of his room to get it over with. At first, he was confused and wanted it to stop, but then the pleasure took over, and he could not help but spread his legs.

✧ It was oh-so frustrating, he could feel everything, how the fingers were curling up inside of him, hitting his most pleasurable spots, loosening up so perfectly. But also, while that fluid was spread inside of him, his hole stayed desperately empty, he could feel it but couldn't do anything, not even fuck himself back onto those experimented fingers.

✧ As minutes passed, he grew impatient, annoyed by how the fingers were playing with him as if he could not feel anything. It was almost as if he was not here, only his body and especially his ass mattered, not any other part of him was being touched. Humiliated, he had to start playing with his cock himself, hoping it would be enough to bring him to his orgasm.

✧ Too focused on getting himself off, he was surprised when you finally penetrated him. You can't even imagine how loud the whorish moan that left his mouth was, feeling your entire dick enter him in one push, without slowing down or stopping once. There was no time for him to get accustomed to the feeling of being forced open, only able to lean forward and take it like a good toy.

✧ The quick pace that was taken immediately broke his mind, each thrust was powerful and deep, hitting all the good spots that the fingers previously found. At this pace, Solomon was not even going to last five minutes, he was already out of breath and twitching uncontrollably when you started.

✧ On your side, you were amazed by how realistic the fleshlight was, almost as good as a real person. You moaned and groaned every time it would tighten up around you, the way it was clenching so violently sometimes after touching a certain stop or moving at a certain angle was lewd and delightful. A whine would get pulled out of your mouth when it would tight so much you weren't even able to thrust out, the hole desperately trying to keep you inside.

✧ As your mind gets clouded with pleasure, your thoughts went towards the one who's been driving you insane. Thinking about a certain sorcerer while masturbating was so humiliating, but it was too good to stop, especially as you felt yourself on the edge.

✧ You tried to convince yourself it was just a way to cum faster, that's all… It had nothing to do with your feelings for him, how tiny his waist was, how his thighs looked when he crossed his legs, how he would always press himself against you when he was tensed, resting on your lap when he wanted to catch up on his sleep, or…

✧ Solomon was the one you wanted, and not just a stupid toy.

✧ While you were edging yourself, Solomon came embarrassingly fast, not able to keep it in. His face flushed red when he saw droplets of cum wetting the pages of his book. Now, he would be unable to act as if it never happened, this mess would remind him of it forever.

✧ Unfortunately, he did not have the time to grab something to clean his precious book, as you already started to move again. This time, you were set on cumming without any more edging, only wanting to fill up that toy and then get to work.

✧ By the end of it, Solomon was sweating profusely, on all fours on the ground, cheek resting against the cold floor as his hands were holding his legs open. A small puddle of cum could be messily seen under him, while he also tried his best to not fall into it and dirty his stomach, the humiliation would be too strong.

✧ It was with trembling legs that he went to his bathroom, cleaning himself and the ground, not able to glance at the mirror from embarrassment. It took him some long minutes to regain his composure, but everything that happened always came back to his mind, so he went out to distract himself.

✧ That's when he walked in front of your room and decided to knock, knowing your joyful and friendly attitude around him would get rid of those thoughts.

✧ After the first knock, there was no reply, so he knocked again. He didn't understand why there was no sound, he knew you came back a few hours ago, he heard the door along with the distinct sound of your steps.

✧ Curious, he opened the door, only to find the room empty along with your bed, the sheets were thrown on the side without a care. Finally, he noticed the door of your bathroom being open, and the water of the tap running, as he came towards it, calling your name.

✧ Solomon certainly did not expect to see you half naked, with just a towel around your waist. And even less to find you with a fleshlight in your hand, full of cum and ready to clean it with water. He wanted to leave discreetly, until he saw you plunge your fingers inside the toy to get the fluid out, the sensation of being full again coming back full force.

✧ His legs shook and almost gave up under him, and he ran out of your room as fast as he could, slamming the door shut behind him. That's when he realises what really happened, it was not a stupid prank or spell that has been cast on him, he was being fucked open by you. Just the thought of it made his cock twitches painfully in his pants, and he ended up staying in his room the rest of the evening.

✧ Meanwhile, you were still oblivious to what happened. You did hear someone leave your room in a hurry and slam the door behind them, but you only expected someone to get surprised by your presence and run away to not get caught.

✧ The last thing you expected was to get a text from Solomon, as he was unable to face you yet, the embarrassment too strong for the poor sorcerer. Or, perhaps, he was still completely naked in his bed, fingers deep inside of him in the hope to feel that pleasure again, to no avail.

✧ The text he sent you was explicit, and you understood instantly what he was talking about.

→ “Next time you buy a magical item, come to me first.”

→ “Also, warn me the next time you use it, I don't want to be teased like this during classes.”

→ “… I am free this evening if you are perhaps interested.”

⏤ Thank you for reading! I wish you a great day.

⏤ here is my masterlist & ko-fi ⏤

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btdemaru · 11 months

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hi could you do the obey me characters reaction to like a male mc with long hair/piercings and is just really into like goth/mallgoth type fashion/makeup/music in general?

Obey me! Brothers X M!Goth reader

Note : idk much about this style/fashion so please i apologize if it's not correct! I tried doing alot of research of what the style looks like tho

Warnings : -

🖤 Lucifer

Would love your style alot, i like to think that he'd love to match with you from time to time. And will be intrigued to see your piercings, even perhaps asking to see it up close or touch it.

He loves every goth style that you choose and will not question you and no matter what part of the style you prefer.

Lucifer does listen to the music you play and sometimes would ask if he can join in or share headphones/airpods (ykwim).

If you do your makeup, he'd secretly glances at you from his desk. Probably trying to be subtle too 😭

💛 Mammon

Will swoon. Will be lovestruck. Will be in awe. Mams in LOVE.

of course this mf wouldn't show it (it's obvious though). Would ask alot of question like your color palette or why you like this style and basically just loves to hear you talk about it.

He doesn't mind metal/dark music and is open to listening to the playlist you have or even the one you made for him!

If you try to get him going to the cemetery or basically doing some scary stuff like even going to a so called 'haunted house' or a scary escape room it'll be a huge no no for him, even if he did go mams wouldn't be much help as he'll only be loud.

Will try to do your eyeliner (if you wear) or eye shadow but fails miserably making your face look all bad and messy makeup everywhere.

💙 Leviathan

He wouldn't mind, not big on it but he doesn't judge or hate it. Will let you do your thing, he doesn't know much about it so he'll ask you a few things to cure his curiosity.

Doesn't really listen to the music you do but isn't opposed to trying, turns out he actually does like ot after playing a song or two.

If you have a tongue piercing he'll zone out while staring at it. Totally not thinking about you using it on hi-

💚 Satan

We all know he likes to read, so when you walked in the room he's already analyzing your style all the way back from the first originated in the '80s following the punk subculture of the '70s.

Compliments you from your hair to piercings to makeup and clothes or even your boots.

I dont think Satan really listens to music but he does like to write/read and literature generally so maybe dark poems are things you guys can do.

man probably can't stop looking at you and would buy you jewelry or matching silver rings.

🩷 Asmodeus

Literature isn't really his thing but probably watches and admires you while you're doing it.

Will try matching you clothes with his own color palette and asks your opinion on it.

Asmo thinks you're hot. Definitely. 100%.

He's the type to bring you bouquet of black or red roses (whatever you prefer really), or even do your hair

Feel free to do his hair in return or putting your style of makeup on him, he'll take alot of pictures and posts it with the caption that you did the makeup.

Music? Yes. Listens to any music you play if he's in the mood he'd even asked for a a little makeout

🧡 Beelzebub

He doesn't mind it tbh, since i like to think that his twin also has a similar style.

50/50 on the music, he prefers pop punk but open to any music genres you exposed him to.

Would ask if you could do his eyeliner. (He moves alot) so you practically have to do it again and again for it to match so it's not lopsided.

Beel still loves you no matter what style you wear or what you do/listen to.

🩵 Belphegor

DING DING DING. love at first sight.

Belphie always asked you to dress him up or pick his clothes jusy cause he's too lazy to do it himself 💀.

Blasts music together while he just lays there like a dead person while you do your makeup/hair

Would always crawl to your lap whenever you're doing literature or writing about some gruesome poems he'll be there just deep asleep.

Doesn't really bother to go to those creepy dark places unless you're the one carrying him.

Would fiddle with some of your piercings if it doesn't hurt you.

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Again im so sorry if there's a mistake i did about goth styles while writing this.

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sister-lucifer · 1 year

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A Helping Hand

Asmodeus* x Male reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Asmodeus finds out you’ve never cum before, and decides to help out

Content/Warnings: Virgin reader, shy reader, slight nipple play, Asmo helps you jack off(a bit of guided masturbation), reader cries from overstim, Asmo’s sweet praise and compliments, Asmo uses a bit of magic to persuade you

*Asmodeus is AFAB and uses he/she pronouns

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“Wait, so you’ve never cum?!”

“Shhhh! Don’t say it so loud!“

Your face was burning hot as you covered it with your hands, unable to bear looking at Asmodeus any longer.

You couldn’t even remember how the conversation came to this point! Asmo had always had a habit of turning any conversation sexual, but this time it was particularly hard to stomach.

“Oh relax, little human! I made sure a looong time ago that my room was sound proof.” He assured you, although it did little to quell your embarrassment.

“C-Can we please just talk about something else?“ You whined, meekly peaking out from behind your fingers. You pulled your knees in tight to your chest as if making yourself smaller would pull you out of this situation.

“Oh hun, there’s no need to be so sheepish! I’m only worried about you.” Asmo took your wrists into his hands, gently encouraging you to take them away from your face. You obliged, but refused to meet his gaze.

“That must be terribly frustrating, hm?” Her voice was smooth like the finest velvet on her tongue, and it sent odd shivers down your spine and made your flesh prickle into goosebumps.

You turned away from Asmo in a huff. You could feel that she was using her magic on you, trying to hypnotize you into talking to her.

“Don’t be so stubborn, human!” He whined, feigning hurt. “I’m only trying to help, really…”

He hooked a finger under your chin and directed your gaze towards him. That one moment of instinctual obedience would be the thing that secured your place in her web of lust; the second your eyes locked it was over, and you were under his spell.

You knew better than to give in that easily, but maybe the reason you found it so hard to put your foot down was because you didn’t really want to.

“I just know that doesn’t feel good…I can just imagine you laying in your bed at night, a hand wrapped around that pretty cock, but nothing ever comes of it…”

“A-Asmodeus—“ You choked out, though you weren’t really sure what you were calling to her for. An unusual warmth was slowly washing over you as you gave in to her magic, allowing him to pull you in like a siren luring a sailor to the rocks. You weren’t going anywhere; not that you particularly desired to.

He wanted to help, didn’t he?

The more you thought about it, the more you recalled all those frustrated times you found yourself sobbing into your pillow, tired and pent up with no way to relieve your stress.

And the more you recalled, the better this idea was starting to sound.

Maybe it was just Asmo’s charm making all those memories flash through your mind, but that didn’t matter anymore.

“Don’t you want me to make you cum, sweet boy? I’ll make your pretty cock feel sooo good…”

Your sweats suddenly felt much too tight. You gripped the hem of your shirt hard and tugged it down over your hardening bulge.

Asmo couldn’t help but giggle at how shy you were. That’s what he always liked about you; you were so fun to tease, so entertaining. He could watch you squirm for hours.

She moved to her knees, crawling behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist. You couldn’t help but flinch at the touch. After all, you were rather on edge.

“What are you hiding down there, sweet boy?” Asmodeus asked, pointing down at your lap. You didn’t reply. You gripped the hem of your shirt even harder, so hard it make your knuckles hurt.

“You can’t act so meek if we’re going to do this, my love.” Asmodeus said as he laid his soft hands over yours. “Just let go for me, okay? Let me see what you’re hiding…”

You hesitated, but all it took was for your grip to falter for a second. You had let go without even realizing, and when you did you were frozen in place. You almost moved to cover yourself but Asmo grabbed your hands first. Her grip wasn’t tight or threatening, but it didn’t have to be. His hands were warm and trustworthy, and you let him put your hands down at your sides.

“Theeere we go…what a good boy.” She whispered as she peeked over your shoulder. He couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight of how desperately you were straining against your sweatpants. He wondered for a moment if he had used too much magic, or if you were just that sensitive.

“Now, I don’t know how you’ve been doing it,” He began, adjusting his position behind you. “But I’m the best at what I do, so I’ll teach you my methods. First, you have to get yourself excited…” He put extra emphasis on the last word, enunciating every syllable in her seductive whisper.

Her hands slid down your stomach slowly, making your breath shake with anticipation. He picked up on it easily, as he did every small sign of arousal you showed, things no other demon would every notice.

“Then,” He continued, “You have to start slow…Dip your hands just below the hem of your pants before you push them down…”

And she did just that, fingers just beneath the waistband of your sweats. His grin widened at the way you sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth.

A few moments later his hands retracted just enough for him to hook a thumb under the waistband. You held your breath as she slowly pushed downward. It felt like everything was moving in slow motion as your erection was finally freed from the confines of your sweatpants, bouncing up against your stomach. Only then did you let out your breath.

“Oh my, where were you hiding all of that?” Asmodeus teased. “It’s so…mm, perfect…oh mercy, I’ve got butterflies…but this isn’t about me, I’m here to help you.”

His hands returned to your stomach, his fingers drumming against your skin as she spoke. “Now, you need to learn how to tease yourself, like this…”

She ran a single finger up your shaft, making you shudder. It was a light touch, but it still brought a small whine out of you that you failed to stifle. His finger ran back down, then up once more before pulling away again.

Finally he wrapped a hand around your cock, grip loose and movements slow. His thumb ran over your leaking tip, and there was no denying the high pitched mewl it pulled out of you.

He had only just started, but he was bringing you more pleasure than you’d ever experienced by yourself.

“Make sure you don’t start too fast. You have to build yourself up.”

She began to move her hand with little haste, letting you feel every small movement she made against your sensitive cock. He made sure to take note of every little bit of you as well; every vein on your shaft, each new bead of precum that rolled down. He wanted to remember it all.

At first the slow pumps were enough for you, a good start for such a new experience, but soon you wanted more. Your hands rested on Asmo’s thighs where they sat on either side of you, and she could tell you were becoming antsy with the way your grip tightened and relaxed restlessly.

“When you’ve had enough, you can go a bit faster…” He said, but he did not increase his speed just yet. He waited for a few moments, watching to see if he could bring a plea out of you.

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, eyes cast towards the floor in embarrassment and bottom lip caught tight between your teeth.

Looks like you’d need a bit of encouragement.

“Do you need me to go faster, sweet boy?” She murmured against your neck, warm breath washing over your skin. You could only manage a nod, but this was not satisfactory.

“Use your words, baby. Words.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but no sound came out. You tried to force out at least a syllable, but any words were caught in your throat.

“You can do it. Go on, say ‘Please go faster, Asmo.’”

“P…Please—“ You stuttered, barely able to get through the word before cutting yourself off with a moan.

“Please go faster, Asmo—“

The words were spoken incredibly quickly, slurred together and rushed, but Asmodeus heard you just fine.

As promised he picked up the pace, by quite a lot in fact. You weren’t prepared for such a leap in technique.

“A-Asmodeus—!“ You yelped in surprise. Instinctively you jumped and grabbed into her free hand which was still resting right above your navel. She lifted her fingers and allowed them to intertwine with yours.

“That’s good, isn’t it baby boy? Tell me it’s good.”

“Good…s-so good…” You muttered in reply.

Despite your efforts to keep still, you couldn’t help but buck into Asmo’s hand desperately. It made his chest swell with pride to see you so needy for him, and of course seeing your visage twisted in pleasure was just delightful.

“There’s other things you can touch too, you know…” She said as her free hand moved to lift the hem of your shirt. She brought it to your mouth, instructing you to open before placing the fabric between your teeth. She then took your wrist in her hand and slid it up your now exposed stomach and to your chest, placing your fingers over your nipple.

“I find that it feels best when coupled with another type of stimulation…go on, play with it.”

It took you a moment to process the command, and even when you did wavered before giving a small pinch. You weren’t expecting it to feel as strongly as it did.

That had to be the magic, right?

“I know those must be sensitive,” Asmo commented, letting his hand drop. “You’ve never gotten this much stimulation all at once, have you?”

You shook your head as you gave another small pinch, this time letting it linger for a few seconds longer. Then another, even giving the slightest pull. You never would have thought to use your body like this…

Maybe you really did need Asmo’s help.

You were too occupied to notice his hand sliding down your body until two of his fingers were poking at your entrance. Your noise of surprise was muffled by your shirt.

“Shhh, it’s okay…I’m showing you another way, that’s all. You’ve never played here before, have you?”

Again you signaled no, wide eyed and tense.

“You need to relax, baby…this won’t hurt a bit.”

And with that she pushed her fingers into you, making your back arch and cock twitch in her hand. He let out a small giggle against your shoulder as he planted soft kissed along it.

Unlike before, he did not start slow. He wanted to hit as deep as possible, and he succeeded tenfold. His fingers curled just right and hit all the perfect spots, making you squeal with bliss.

You could no longer sit still. Your legs twitched and trembled wildly, and you were shamelessly trying to rut into her hand. You called Asmo’s name as best you could through the fabric of your shirt, which may have been torn from how hard you were biting down on it.

Soon he had added a third finger, and he could tell he hit your sweet spot when you practically screamed into your makeshift gag (although it wasn’t exactly keeping you quiet.) Each thrust after that one made sure to hit it, and before long it felt like your head was spinning.

Between Asmo’s hands being hard at work and your own fingers teasing your chest, it soon became overwhelming. You tried to form words, but it was so much more difficult than before. You weren’t used to such overpowering pleasure, and the closer you got to your release the more it took you over.

“Asmo!” You cried out, dropping the hem of your shirt. “I-It’s too much—!“

“Now, now,” Asmodeus cooed, “You’re alright. You’re doing so well, don’t you want to cum?”

Oh, you did. Very much so. But could you handle it?

Your release was fast approaching, and you didn’t know that to do.

“I-I do…’m gonna cum, b-but—“

“But what, sweet boy?”

“I…I…”

It was like the floodgates opened, and all the tears that had been welling up in your eyes were suddenly rushing down your cheeks.

“I-I can’t, Asmo! It’s too much, too much!” You wailed, although you made no move to stop him. You didn’t even pull your own hand away from your chest.

“I know, baby. I know, but you can do it.” Asmodeus punctuated his sentence with a tender kiss to your tear stained cheek. “Ooh, I’m so lucky…I’m going to be the first one to ever make you cum…I hope you make a big mess for me.”

You could hardly hear her at this point, though. Your heartbeat was loud in your ears, and all you could feel was the pleasure she brought you. You couldn’t even make out individual thrusts or movements, just all-encompassing bliss.

You hardly had time to warn her.

“A-Asmo, gonna cum— g-gonna—!”

Your sentence wasn’t even finished before you.

You threw your head back with one last cry of Asmo’s name, your voice whiny and broken. This was the first time you’d ever been subject to such an experience, and the force of your orgasm shook you to your very core.

Asmo’s hands didn’t still until you were completely done; sticky white ropes of your cum covered her hand and your shirt, and some of the floor.

Oh well, those things could all be cleaned. Besides, that was the last thing either of you were thinking about right now.

Your voice didn’t quiet down completely until after he had pulled his hands away. You fell back against him, wracked with exhaustion and almost completely limp. You panted hard as you tried to catch your breath.

Asmodeus let you rest for a minute or two before speaking.

“How was that, human? Think you’ll be able to do it on your own now?”

You groaned in reply, looking oddly displeased.

“Doesn’t matter…”

Asmo quirked a brow in confusion.

“Why not?“

“Because…I’ll never be able to do it like that ever again…”

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