#afab Lucifer

[harveywritings92]

Lucifer: Come back.

Lucifer: I miss you.

Lucifer: Where did you go?

Lucifer: Are you mad at me?

Lucifer: Please come back.

R/n: Lucifer, I was gone for two minutes. How much attention do you need?

Lucifer: All of it.

[trophyclown]

Please stop using AFAB if you just mean cis female.

I’ve noticed more and more writers are misusing the term AFAB and using it as a shorthand to say the reader is a cis women. This is a bit disheartening to see as the term was coined specifically to include trans and nonbinary people. AFAB is purely a physical description and has no bearing on the gender of the reader. It’s a gender neutral term. So please tag accordingly. Continuing to use it like this just further alienates trans people from a word made to include us. Please, just tag female if that’s what you mean.

[azareel-writes]

sub!demon brothers/reader headcanons ♡

chara. by appearance: mammon, leviathan, asmodeus, beelzebub, satan, belphegor, lucifer ft. afab!MC / afab!reader ♡ no gendered terms used for reader except "mommy" ♡ 18+ under the cut

nightbringer has reawakened my love for obey me! when i first started OM, one of my things was deducing what demons brothers are subs and now i know my answer is all of them. might expand on this later!!

mammon: mommy kink. it's canon, trust me. mams is so down bad for his mommy. a service sub w bratty tendencies but his dick always wins the battle between continuing to be difficult or being obedient and cumming. loves when you pull him by the hair no matter the context. to get his attention? yes. making out? obviously. forcing him to look at you while he's on his knees? the dumb baby might cum in his pants.

leviathan: two ways to deal with our lovely snake boi. first, degrade him. make fun of him for being a dumb virgin, spank him, bite him. humiliate him by stripping him completely but keeping most of your clothes on. or second, praise him. treat him so gently like one of his priceless figurines. kiss him all over before you lay a finger on his cock. reward him for staying. levi isn't used to affection but that can be solved by handcuffing him so he can't cover up his pretty body. by degrading him or being super loving, you're being sooooo mean to him it's not fair :((((

beelzebub: praise kink and i refuse to relent in this. for the love of everything holy and infernal, someone praise this boy. do i have to make the argument for oral? he's ecstatic to have you ride his face and will do so for hours if you let him. a well behaved boy - the best of his brothers - with a ton of stamina! loves the size difference between you two. you're a human and so small and so fragile compared to him. but you can make his brain go all fuzzy and make him feel small. your soothing presence brings him to his knees, eager and ready to please.

asmodeus: he's not the avatar of lust for nothing! will switch things up on you whenever he feels like it, just to keep you on your toes! sometimes he's a power bottom, sometimes he's the eager service sub. into some light kitten play! just an excuse for asmo to dress up for you. (though you might want to get him out of it quickly~) cat ears, pretty lingerie, thigh-highs and garterbelts, a tail plug to match... or maybe a classic bunny suit? low cut corset suit with a tail, fishnets, heels, and always ready to serve you.

satan: size queen. anything goes until he safewords. relatively well behaved - he is more impatient than bratty. his chest is super sensitive, he's never walking away without hickies. doesn't say it but he likes it slow. running a hand through his hair, kissing all over his face. he wants to feel like he's yours and yours alone. subspace really calms him down. outside of sex, he curls up to you, staying glued to you. he will get quiet or nonverbal but don't worry! he's in a good mood, so let him lay in your lap and dote on him a little.

belphegor: brat. big big brat. the type of brat that needs to be broken. edge him into oblivion then force him to cum over and over again — that is what the little brat wanted, now he's begging you to stop? maybe he's learned his lesson, but he loves pushing your buttons too much to kick the habit. can only manage to stay up 3–4 minutes after; he believes the post-sex sleep is amazing when he's sore and satisfied. loves to lay on your chest while you rub his back and play with his hair. 

lucifer: experienced doms only: hard mode!! everything is discussed beforehand with a very detailed contract - kinks, limits, curiosities. calls you master in bed. loves when you use your pact on him (consensually). pretty obedient boy, as are the terms of your contract. big shibari fan. imagine having the avatar of pride tied up in red ropes like a present looking up at you. that sight alone will make you feel like the strongest being in all three realms.

[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.

[Twst x Obeyme!AFAB!reader]

CHP. 1.1: The start of the Blood Rose Tyrant.

Thank you, my amazing readers, for all the likes, comments, and reblogs🥹 It makes so happy, like– almost nothing can top the joy of seeing y'all liked my work :)

Btw, If you have any questions about my tagging and/or literally anything you wanna ask me bout the fic, just reach out to me and I'll try my best to answer you.😊

CW: Cursing, Idk what else... There's also the pronoun schtick I've been yapping about since pr. 1. (i.e MC will get mistaken for a pretty guy a lot -Mc is AFAB referred to as they/them- because the NRC cast have come to expect only boys to be in the school. Excluding the paintings ofc.)

(My pic)

Fun fact: While all of your ornaments act as containers to very *nom*-able amounts of magic, such a thing can be dangerous as it may give away your location if you need to hide or run away from someone.

Therefore, all of them were cast with a special spell developed by Solomon that makes it so that people can't sense that magic unless they're really close to you physically.

(Not to mention, only exceptional mages can actually have the hope of picking up on that magic as your all jewelry were also cast with a heavy magical concealment blessing from both Micheal and Luke.)

• • •

'What the hell is this?'

You think as you fiddled with the fancy pouch in your hands.

You had opened the gift box to find the pouch containing some basic skincare products and just went; ( •_•)..?

Like– What the hell? Who does that?? Are they saying that you're ugly and needed to start taking care of your face?! Well excuse you, I'll have you know –whomever you are– that this face was approved by Asmodeus himself you rude lil' shi—

*Ehem*

So like any sane person is supposed to do in that situation, you checked if the products were cursed or charmed and then pocketed it to maybe sell it in the future for some cash. (Lovely gift but you were taught never to use/ingest things given to you by strangers.)

Leaving the infirmary, you venture into the botanical garden, hoping you'd find some edible plants that you and Yuu can nibble on until you can procure other food options and some all important moneh. (Ugh, if only that damn crow didn't escape and hide away from you, you would've extorted his cowardly-ass and bought some food instead of needing to resort to this bs.)

'Trying to find a stone in a long abandoned mine is simply a fools errand.'

You thought as you absent-mindedly skipped past a certain tall, dark, and handsome man with horns, unknowing of the look of pure curiosity pointed at your back as you continued your musings.

'But oh well, they wanted to try so they might as well be those fools.'

You're not gonna stop them if they wanna try to fix things even though you've mostly stabilized the situation. (Not that they know.)

Damn, you also need to go to the library later so that you can learn what changes you'd need to do in order to adapt and know the problems you'd likely experience in this world.

Knowing yourself and your history for being a magnet of chaos, It'd probably involve almost dying more times than you have fingers and unearthing some deeply-buried soul-crushing trauma in which the only thing you'll get in return are the friends you've made along the way.

Aside from that though, you'd need to gain yourself a foothold in this society.

Preferably, there would be a lot of rich and influential people in this school to suck up to, but if those aren't enough then maybe you can venture into industries where you can kiss-ass in peace.

As much as you'd love to be optimistic, Crowley is the almost literal embodiment of a dead-beat dad barely pays child-support and your own search for a way home may take years before coming to fruition.

Tsk. You can feel your stress levels transcending the mortal plane of existence again as you can already envision the figurative mountain-range you'd need to climb just to achieve stability in this place.

$°\•m°n.. p/€∆$3.. H€\₱ m£...

Times like these just make you wanna curl up onto the floor in a fetal position and let the earth consume you whole.

Oh! And you also need to obtain a stronger blackmail material against Crowley to make sure he won't try anything remotely against you.

'Hmm... But maybe...'

You think as you took a quick and discreet glance to a security camera that had been "coincidentally" pointed at you.

Well, not really a coincidence.

If the mf behind these creepy-ass cameras —that have been watching you since your arrival here, mind you—, can lend you a hand then that would be the optimal outcome. There are a lot of security cameras after all...

Though there's also a large possibility that the fucker wanted you dead because of either boredom, simple bloodlust, money, vengeance (for some reason), your organs or all of the above.

You sighed as you entered the botanical garden, telling yourself to just worry about that later and focus on finding food.

If you get in trouble for taking plants here, you'll just throw Crowley under the bus. (figuratively and literally if he decides to be a bitch about it.)

• • • •

Yuu, Grim, Ace, and Deuce stumbled out of the mirror, finally away from the creepy forest and back into the college.

They all flinched and turned their heads back when they heard a dramatic 'Tsktsktsk–' from behind them.

"Well well well~ Look who finally decided to show up at–"

*checks imaginary wrist watch*

"46 minutes past midnight.. Huh.. If you all got any curfew for your dorms then you're both toast. Can't believe y'all spent more than five hours looking for a single rock..."

You said, referring to the two first years who flinched under your words and judgemental eyes.

"You all look like shit by the way."

Yuu awkwardly scratched their head.

"Thanks?"

*Sigh...*

"You're welcome, bbg."

"Just hurry up and give that rock to the fuckin crow already so that you all can spare the world from having to witness anymore of your gross, sweaty, homeless-lookin selves."

Deuce shrunk even further behind Yuu. (funny because Yuu was at least half-a-head shorter.)

Ace meanwhile, has too much ego to not say anything back.

"We wouldn't be looking like this if you at least helped!" He snarked.

"Why should I?"

You Dwayne-the-rock-Johnson raised your eyebrow at him.

"I don't owe any of you a smidgen of literally anything so why should I help?"

It wasn't a question, but a statement. Because why should you help? They should be grateful you even talked Crowley out of expelling them immediately. Not that they know but still...

But of course, audacity is gonna audacity. Because, Ace really had the nerve to look offended by your words, as if you weren't saying something as truthful as the sky being blue, the grass being green, and your ass being a literal masterpiece from god.

"Don't even try to pass off the blame, Weasley-wannabe. I know it, you know it, your mom knows it, your dad if you have one, your entire bloodline and your non-existent cow knows it, there's literally no point."

Ace literally almost snarled at you like a damn dog, pft– That's what he gets from pissing you off by existing earlier.

"Oh shut up!"

He then looked like he was about to start a rant of how unfair his life was and how he totally didn't deserve any of this and blahblahblahblahblah–

You swear on Diavolo and Luci's fruity man-boobs, you'll hang this bitch upside down like a bat if you had to hear another complaint about things being unfair for him.

What about you? or Yuu? Isn't life more cruel and unfair to you two? Taking you both away from loved ones and shoving you into a world where you two need to fight for a temporary sanctuary as you both try to go home with no real proof you'll actually be able to make it back?

Isn't life more unfair to you? Right when you almost finally achieved the start of your happy ending.. You were taken away from the people that you fought tooth and nail to be with.. And now, they're all too far away for you to reach... again.

Deuce elbowed Ace, thankfully making the jab to the ribs painful for the annoying ginger.

You dramatically sighed again, turning to Yuu and Deuce.

"Remember kids, don't copy Ace's attitude okay? Lest you want to end up single and with no bitches for the rest of your life."

Ace's right eye twitched erratically, shouting at you to shut up and to stop messing with him.

• • • • •

Talking with the crow is an annoying affair as expected. At least now, Yuu is finally an official learner of the school. Even if they're just half-a-student with the loud talking cat. (That kinda reminds you of Mammon, now that you think of it. Also very funny because the cat's name is grim of all things..)

Oh, and you're a prefect now. You're definitely going to make that everyone's problem. Hehehehehe~

"So the abandoned dorm we were supposed to live in is fixed now? How? Hasn't it only been like– a day?"

You ominously beamed at the question, releasing a sinister little giggle that caused Ace, Deuce, and the now wide-awake Grim to subconsciously shiver while Yuu refrained from asking further questions and just wisely snickered instead.

Unseen by everyone, you sent a quick devious little smile to a wall where a certain electrical device was mounted, biting down a snort when you saw the security camera suddenly snap into another direction, as if it was a person embarrassed that they got caught by someone they were staring at.

You then had to hold back a cackle as you remembered how easily this newly made stalker friend of yours snitched on the headmaster, like– you literally didn't even do anything, the flustered boy just gave you the blackmail material that you needed. Well, maybe you did corner him a little bit by using his own electronics against him but you're pretty sure he enjoyed it for some reason if the way he literally blurted out 'mommy-' at you was anything to go by—

Haha, the benefits of having a hacker as a fren :3

• • • •

Kicking away the two idiots and telling them to go back to their dorms already, you dragged Yuu inside the now newly fixed dorm.

The two of you needed to talk about a few things and arrangements..

• • • •

Quickly opening the door in hopes that the fucker that was banging on it gets mash-dabbed face-first, you saw nothing but disappointment as the bastard — Ace — had actually moved away from the door in an impressive display of intuition and spidey-sense before you had even wretched the door open.

"What the fuck do you want, you ugly punyeta?"

It hasn't even been a few hours since this mf parted ways with you and Yuu, so what could be the problem now?

. .. . . . . ..

"No, you're sleeping on the couch."

"What?! But why?!! There are perfectly good rooms here!"

"All the other rooms besides the one we're using are still unfurnished. The beds in them are yet to be assembled and the floors are dusty because of the quick renovations." Yuu stated, rubbing the bridge of their nose.

"Ughhhhh! Just let me squeeze in, I promise I won't take up too much space!"

"Nice try but no."

"Tch, You're all so stingy and inhospitable.."

"Yuu, Do you hear that?" You said, theatrically cupping your ear with a hand.

"Yes, It seems that a forever virgin is talking." Yuu answered with a smirk.

"Hey!"

"Sorry, you oompa-loompa lookin ass— we unfortunately can't understand the language of people who can't pull."

"You guys are the worst."

"Thanks bbg." you and Yuu paused.

"Pft–"

"Oh dear~ It seems you're starting to take after me."

"Indeed it seems." Yuu replied, even subconsciously copying the fancy accent you used.

"Oh no, you're multiplying. :0"

"Haha, we're still dragging you to apologize to your Housewarden later."

"Aww shucks.."

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[another-lost-mc]

A Good Morning

LUCIFER x afab!Reader 1.3k words | NSFW | Some Sexual Content | Mostly Fluff and Silliness A/N: This is attempt #1 to cope with the release of Nightbringer. I woke up feeling very sad after playing through the first couple lessons last night, so I wrote this to cheer myself up. obey me! masterlist

When you wake up, there’s an arm thrown over your waist and warm breath ghosting across back of your neck. The sheets are silky and cool, and you’re enveloped in the comforting scent of him.

It’s still early in the morning and you stifle your yawn so you don't wake him. Your alarm hasn’t gone off yet, but it will soon. You stretch your arm so you can try to reach the D.D.D. on the nightstand, but he adjusts his position slightly and moves closer, trying to mold his body against yours.

“Too early,” the sleep-thickened voice rumbles behind you. “Go back to sleep.”

Lucifer never was a morning demon. You smile and keep trying to reach for your phone even as his grip on you tightens. “I was going to get up and make us some coffee.”

The demon behind you murmurs something indecipherable into your shoulder and says nothing else, his soft snores filling the empty silence.

You arch your back into a lazy stretch, but you bite your lip when your ass brushes against a familiar hardness. 

Perhaps this will wake him up.

You wiggle your hips and pretend to stretch again, making sure to grind with the slightest bit of pressure against his cock. He grunts, and you bat your eyelashes innocently over your shoulder when you feel his gaze on you.

His eyes are still a bit hazy, but specks of ruby-red glitter like jewels when they catch the candlelight in his room. “Do you think teasing me so early in the morning is wise?” he warns you, his voice thick with sleep as he nuzzles against your neck. His teeth nip the column of your throat and he hums when you tilt your head back to give him more room. He slides his hand across your belly and holds your hip, preventing you from grinding against him again.

It's amazing how quickly he catches onto your game and uses your own tricks against you. Your cheeks grow warm, but there’s a familiar sensation deep inside you that craves him now. You can’t help but glance at him over your shoulder and hope he knows what you’re silently asking for. Even after all this time together, you still get shy sometimes.

You can't see his face very well from this angle, but you glimpse the teasing tilt to his lips and know it doesn’t bode well for you. His fingers slide down your body and across the top of your thigh before he reaches the mound between your legs.

“Didn’t I satisfy you enough last night?” he murmurs before kissing your neck and nosing his way up to your jaw. He sucks the sensitive patch of skin under your ear and flicks the lobe with his tongue. He grins devilishly when you shudder in his arms.

Oh, he's definitely awake now.

“I always want you,” you whine softly, and maybe you wouldn’t be as honest - or sound so needy - if his hand wasn’t exploring you lazily, his long fingers teasing apart your folds and spreading the wet slick gathered between them. He circles your clit with feather-light pressure that’s nowhere near enough to satiate you, and you lean back against his chest in a silent plea for more.

You might’ve started this little game, but it feels like you’ve already lost and he's barely touched you. You squirm in his arms and try to coax his fingers where you want them, searching for even more delicious friction, but he keeps you still.

He’s teasing both of you when he starts grinding against you, his cock hard and heavy between your bodies. You manage to reach back behind you and grasp his cock clumsily in your palm, and you tighten your fist around him just enough to pump his cock. Your grip isn't perfect, but it works - his breath hitches, and there’s a familiar rumble deep in his chest. It's the calm before the storm.

You brush your thumb over the tip of his cock to smooth the fluid already gathering there, and it's like he's frozen in place when you bring your thumb to your mouth and suck it between those perfect lips of yours.

His dark eyes drink you in, and you raise an eyebrow as if to say, your turn. He doesn't move for a moment, but then the world seems to spin and suddenly you’re on your back. You’re caged underneath him, and there’s a canopy of darkness spreading behind him as his wings unfurl and snap open wide.

You can't see anything but him. There’s pools of black-red ink swirling in his eyes and any thoughts of going back to sleep have long since been forgotten. He’s settled comfortably between your thighs and he uses his hands to push them apart even wider, and he smirks when the tip of his cock nestles between your folds. He slides his cock against you, teasing your entrance before pulling back and savoring the moans that fall from your lips each time he does it.

You're soaking now and his cock glides smoothly in that warm, soft place that's his and his alone. You whimper when his cock catches on your clit and you're desperate for him, the same way he's hungry for you. You lift your legs around his waist to help guide him inside when he positions himself above you on his forearms–

The alarm on your D.D.D. starts blaring, some upbeat song from an anime you and Levi have been watching. The interruption catches you off-guard, and you both fumble awkwardly in surprise. He startles so badly he has to brace himself before he collapses on top of you, and your legs slide off his hips and fall limp onto the bed.

Lucifer drops his head against your shoulder and groans in frustration while you tilt your head back against the pillow and laugh. He can’t help the smile creeping onto his face at the ridiculousness of it all, and he chuckles quietly too. 

“I wanted to turn that off earlier, but someone wouldn’t let me,” you chide him teasingly when you run your hands through his hair. His horns and wings have vanished as quickly as they appeared, and if it weren’t for the sickeningly sweet hint of love in his eyes, you’d almost believe the glare he shoots you is serious.

“Don’t remind me,” he grumbles before kissing your cheek and rolling off you now that the moment between you is over - for now.

He wants to be annoyed, but all he can feel is fondness when he watches you shuffle clumsily over to the side of the bed and reach for your phone. The awful racket ends abruptly, and you wave your phone triumphantly in the air like you’ve just won some epic battle. He’ll never understand how you can be so adorable doing the simplest things.

“You can make it up to me later,” you suggest with a smile, but then you squeak in surprise when his arms shoot towards you and he tries to grab your waist. You giggle and slide off the mattress, dancing away from his half-hearted attempt to pull you back to bed. 

It might not be the game you wanted to play with him this morning, but these silly moments are just as precious to you (and to him).

He sighs (loudly, and dramatically) when he rolls over and stands up. He slips on his housecoat and pads across the room to join you just as you put on a nightgown of your own. He kisses your forehead and pulls you into a hug, the last bit of intimacy you’ll be able to share together before his brothers and the rest of the world demand your attention. 

“So long as you promise to change that awful alarm music,” he suggests almost too casually, with a smile so fake it practically screams, or so help me, I’ll destroy that phone of yours myself.

Your response is one last kiss, your sweet smile pressed against his own, before you both begin preparations for the day ahead.

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛(𝙾𝙼!) - 𝙼𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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Ft Sitting in his lap, oviposition, Fingering, belly bulge, background incest; Ft They/He pronouns for Asmo

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own Obey Me! or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 3,336

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Includes sibling incest and Oviposition, No Use of Y/n, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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You sit in Luci’s lap, back flush against his chest while your legs are spread over his knees. His hands on your hips stroke up and down your sides, eventually sliding forward to dip between your thighs. You squeak in surprise at the motion but quickly cover it up as surprise at the movie scene. You’re almost sure that the brothers already know what the eldest is doing but you don’t want it to be too obvious, anyhow.

“Lift your hips, darling,” Luci mutters into your ear as he slides his hands back up to run his fingertips over the waistband of your sleep shorts. You send a quick glance around the room and see all their attention firmly on the glowing screen in the dark room.

Beel sat on the closest couch adjacent to you with Belphie in between his legs, resting back into his twin, Beel’s arms wrapped around him. Mammon is sat just on the other end of the couch you and Luci are on, resting his head on his forearm while Satan, sat in an armchair just beside him, vacantly runs his fingers through his white hair. Levi is on the couch furthest from us, legs crossed, with Asmo’s head resting in his lap, lazily playing with the older’s fingers where his hand rests on their collarbone, the other playing with a strand of Asmo’s hair.

Calming your rapid heartbeat, you follow Luci’s command and lift your hips for him to slip your shorts off your body. While he isn’t exactly subtle about it, it doesn’t seem to attract the attention of the others. Even Asmo seems enamored with the movie scene. He reaches between your thighs and pulls them apart, exposing your pussy to the cool air, sending a shiver down your spine. Sliding his hands higher between your thighs, he begins to play with your pretty little cunt.

Two of his fingers slip into you, moving slowly enough to not make any noise, but unfortunately, it’s slow enough to feel like torture for your aching heat. He leans down and starts peppering kisses over your neck and lightly nibbling every so often.

“You’re so wet, darling,” he whispers into your ear, “is it that you’re turned on by the fact we have company?” He takes your earlobe in between his teeth and lets go to lick at your neck, making you hold back a moan.

Your thighs clamp closed around his hands still toying with your pussy as you bring a hand up to cover your mouth to hold in your moan. His words aren’t far from the truth, the fact that everyone is so close and could just look over and see exactly what you two are doing is exhilarating and it makes you wetter than you ever would have thought.

His index and middle fingers of his free hand slide up your slit to slowly rub circles over your clit. A moan almost breaks free as your entire body tenses up and your back presses further into his chest. Your knees come up as your thighs clench tighter while your whole body shakes at the shock of pleasure that shoots through your being. Your thighs quiver as you feel your orgasm wash over you, spilling into his hand.

You know that your wetness has long since coated the front of his pants and you can feel more dripping down as he fingers you. You throw your head back onto his shoulder with rapid short breaths as he speeds his fingers up, now ruthlessly toying with your pussy. Your hand stays clamped over your mouth as he licked, sucked, and bit your neck.

“I can already feel how tight you are, darling. Are you really that ready for me?” Lucifer teases you as he sucks on the sensitive spot just under your ear.

“M-mhm!” Your voice, while still restricted by your hand, comes out as a whine, one you desperately hope his brothers didn’t hear. By the twitch of Mammon’s shoulder when you squeaked out your answer, it seems, at least he did. By far, he’s the closest one to you both so you suppose it wasn’t too surprising.

“Then get ready, my love,” You could hear the smirk in the eldest’s voice as the hand rubbing over your clit slides out of the tight hold your thighs are creating. He shuffles you around just enough to reach down and open his pants to shuffle them down enough to release his cocks. You don’t have to see them to know what you’re in for, you had them memorized by now.

He has one slightly longer cock and one slightly thicker. The thicker one has a more oddly shaped tip, it’s narrow and with a longer slit and more flared out with a frilled ridge jutting out at the flat tip. The longer one has ribs all along the shaft and leads up to a more narrow and pointed tip.

When he releases them from the confines of his pants, you let out a small gasp when you feel them bob up and slap against your cunt. The noise was audible enough that you’re almost certain that the rest of the boys heard it. Once Luci was satisfied with how wet you are and how much he’s stretched your pretty little pussy, he slides his fingers out of your folds and lets the wetness that had been trapped inside slip out and drool onto his cocks.

As he pulls his fingers away from your now painfully empty hole, he coaxes your thighs open once more. He repositions you so that your knees are on the couch beside his thighs, still facing the TV. He grabs your hip with one hand and lifts you up enough that he could position his cocks at your entrance, all the while getting a nice glimpse of your dripping and ready little cunt, all for him.

The more pleasure Luci gives you, and the more he teases you with it, you find yourself caring less and less about keeping yourself quiet. You know that more likely than not, all of the others already know exactly what’s happening, even if they’re not actively watching you.

Wait.

Opening your eyes, you see that pairs of eyes were on the two of you as Luci strokes his pointed tip through your folds. Three of them. Asmo was openly watching you now, their eyes drifting between your pleasured face to where you’re almost connected with his elder brother. He’s now laying on his side, still holding onto Levi’s hand, but more so having the older’s fingers stroke over their collarbone and neck.

Mammon was trying to be more discreet about it. Trying, and failing, that is. His head is slightly turned towards you as his eyes continue to flick to you and watch you for a bit before glancing back at the TV, but before long they’re on you once again. He’s sitting up more, now holding Satan’s hand rather than letting it comb through his hair.

Beel wasn’t quite as shameless as Asmo but he wasn’t really even trying to be discreet. Similarly to Asmo, his eyes rake over you multiple times and end up right back at your cunt hovering just over Lucifer’s cocks. Unlike Asmo and Mammon, he doesn’t seem overly fascinated by Lucifer’s ovipositor, though he does keep returning his gaze to it. It seems like he’s just waiting to see if you’d actually take it, and when he looks at your face, he looks like he’s searching for some kind of reaction.

Eventually, through the pleasure haze that had almost completely engulfed your mind, you deduce it was likely because he, too, has an Ovipositor. It seems like he’s gauging your reaction to it to see if you had any distaste towards it. The thought made you feel a bit bad for him, though that’s quickly wiped from your mind. As is everything else.

Lucifer finally spears you on his slightly longer cock, the surprise knocking you out of your thoughts with a moan punched out of you. It wasn’t overly loud, but it was certainly louder than any moan you’ve released thusly. He pulls you down and up his cock a couple of times to fully coat it in your juices before he positions his other cock at your entrance. He reaches his other hand up to grasp your empty hip and rub soothing circles with his thumbs before he starts easing you down onto both of his thick cocks.

Then, unabashedly, you let out a whiny moan that was clearly heard over the movie. That gets everyone else looking at you, and Mammon to stop (failing at) hiding his gaze. Even Belphie who had been just on the edge of completely passing out woke up enough to turn and look at you both from where he’s cuddled up in his twin’s arms.

When Luci had you fully seated in his lap, he was gracious enough to let you get used to him inside you even with how much he just wants to fuck you dumb and breed you until you can’t remember your own name. Not very long after, you’re grinding your hips with needy moans streaming from your lips.

“P-please.. Luci..” You mewl. Smirking, he looks around the room at his brothers and sees them all staring at you and where you’re connected. He feels a swell of cockiness surge through him at the stares as he could showcase that you’re all his.

His grip on your waist tightened enough that he could help you rise up until only his tips were left and slams you back down. He barely let gravity do any of the work as he uses his own strength to force you down. His cocks both hit the perfect spots inside you with the thrust and it has you letting out a loud, slutty that sounded straight from a porno.

“You ready, darling? Ready to take all of me? Take my eggs, darling?” He asks, loud enough for you to hear while you added to his momentum by desperately trying to bounce on his dicks. His volume was also loud enough for his brothers to hear, though he does wonder if they heard him over your cries. With the wind being knocked out of you with each hard meeting of your hips, you could only let out hiccuped murmurs of approval.

As he feels you set your hands on his thighs to help yourself thrust your hips down on him, he lets one hand release your waist and travel up and under your loose shirt. Well, technically it’s his shirt, but he loves seeing you in his clothes so much that he’s practically declared that it’s yours. His hand travels up and grasps your bare tit. With his hand moving up your torso from behind, the shirt lifted up at well, making his actions clearly visible. So with your tit in hand, he helps you bounce desperately on his cocks, unashamedly groaning at your tightness.

“Fuck, darling, you’re squeezing me so tight. So perfectly tight. You’ll make sure none of our young fall out, won’t you, darling? You’ll make sure to keep every one of my eggs right here, inside you.” His other hand slides from your hip to your lower belly and presses down as the bulge in your stomach appears from how deep he is inside you. You moaned out at the feeling as it adds to all the sensations he’s giving you.

“Y-yes..! Promise! Promise, Luci! I’ll keep them a-all inside! Fuck..!” You cry out in response as you felt all the sensations at once. You moan loudly when his hand slides lower on your torso to reach your clit. His fingers begin to toy with your sensitive bud once again. Just as he did that, his other hand shifts from simply groping to actively pinching and pulling your nipple. All the pleasure at once brings you to your second orgasm.

“Ohh, fuck, love, you just tightened up so much…” Luci groans and has to slide his hand back to your hip to help you continue to move in his lap.

When your hips prove just too exhausted and slightly sore to continue with your previous rhythm, he begins to thrust his hips up into you. As he moves his hips against yours, he heard a deep groan from the couch adjacent to yours. He almost doesn’t bother to look as he’s so caught up in you and the pleasure you’re giving each other, but curiosity got the better of him.

He looks up and sees Beel and Belphie both still stealing glances at you while Beel had his twin grinding in his lap with one hand on his hip and the other down the front of his pants. Even while they got their own pleasure from each other, they can’t help but stare at you and how he thrusts up into you. His pride swells, as does his possessiveness. He halts your movements for only a moment, though neither of you stopped grinding against each other while he slides both his hands up your shirt to pull it fully off your body.

With that, he returns to his movements but adds sitting up more so that he has access to your neck and shoulders. While he thrusts up into you, his cocks now meeting your cervix, he starts to bite and suck on your neck to clearly claim you as his. When he does, your hand flies up to grab at his black locks, lightly tugging to try and ground yourself when you feel yourself on the edge of pure, mind-numbing bliss.

His pointed tip rams into your cervix again and again and you can feel the very tip trying to bully its way through. You feel his thicker cock start to swell and you instinctively knew that he’s getting close to the main event.

“F-fuck- Lu-Luci!!” You cry out, barely being able to formulate your sentence, “I- I feel it-! I feel it!!” You nearly scream out at the feeling. He grunts into your shoulder at the feeling of you clenching around him. Or rather, you’re not clenching, no his eggs are ready to enter your womb and his ovipositor cock is swelling to accommodate them and how delicate they are.

“Holy shit…” You both hear a voice mutter from the couch furthest from you. Throwing your head back onto Lucifer’s shoulder and used the angle to lazily gaze at the couch. There, you saw Asmo licking up and down Levi’s cock, though only breaking their gaze on you to look up at Levi to see his low-lidded eyes trained on you. Vaguely, you glance over at Mammon and Statan to see them both jacking off, Mammon watching the whole show, while Satan kept his gaze firmly on you, seemingly avoiding any sight of Lucifer.

Another gush of wetness seeps from your cunny as Lucifer still has you going up and down and up and down. When you lazily turn your head on his shoulder to face him, Luci turned his face to yours and met you with a kiss. Your lips moved perfectly in sync and your tongues tangled like an aggressive, elegant dance. You felt his thrusts becoming sloppy and you knew he was close so you’re happily anticipating when he’ll slam your hips together and keep you still on him.

Just as you’d predicted, it wasn’t long before he brought your hips down hard on his and holds you firmly against him. You didn’t know what to expect when he would insert his eggs inside you, but you prepare yourself anyhow. Hardly a second after he brought you two stiffly together, you feel his thicker cock head’s frills move as sort of searcher-feelers. Suddenly, it firmly sets itself, almost like suction, against your cervix.

Then you feel it.

An egg pushes through his ovipositor and you feel its journey as it creates a bulb moving up the tube before reaching the slit and pushing its way through your cervix, directly into your womb. You see stars when it passes through your cervix and it sends a shock through your body, making you clench around him. He groans at the feeling of your cunt clamping around him and sets his hands gently on your hips and draws nonsensical shapes with his fingertips to get you to relax.

Your walls relax as much as you can make them and you feel the presence of another egg making its way through his breeding tube. Your breath hitched when it pushed its way into your womb as you tried to stay calm enough to keep your cunny nice and pliant for him.

After the third egg, you lose count of how many eggs force their way into your fertile womb. All you know is that there are enough to make your stomach bulge even further than just the presence of his enormous cocks makes. Looking down and seeing your bump, you force your exhausted arms to move to rub over your swollen belly, caressing where Lucifer is planting his- no, both of your young.

“Now… All that’s left is to fertilize them, darling.” Lucifer whispers lovingly into your ear as his grip tightens, though stays conscious of your now swollen belly, swollen with his eggs that you would carry, “You’re going to be such a good mother, my love. You’ll be so gorgeous all round and plump with my children growing inside you. And these tits,” he moves to cup your breasts, squeezing them for emphasis, “will be delectably swollen with milk.”

He slightly pinches your nipples between his knuckles as he engulfs your entire breasts with his large hands and gropes with a heavy sigh of pleasure. Releasing your breasts, he slides his hands back down to your waist and gently moves you to prepare you for the last round of blissful pleasure before he releases inside you.

“Ready?” He asks, though more as a warning than for actual confirmation. You give him a dumb nod, anyways, even knowing this. He chuckled at your dumbified form, truly seeing how he ducked the thoughts right from your head. His strong arms lift you up before sliding you back down on his cocks, sighing out at the sensitivity of his freshly used ovipositor rubbing against your squishy walls. He repeats the motion, steadily going faster until he’s fucking up into you again, though careful not to jostle you too much for the risk of any eggs escaping.

He can feel his release fastly approaching, his pointed-tipped cock extending just a bit before he’s ready. He then slams you down again, his pointed, narrow tip nudging into your now bullied open cervix, and shoots his load. Thick, hot cum floods your womb, load after load spilling inside you. His cum entirely fills your womb to the brim, even spilling out from being so full. Your stomach bulges even more.

You can’t help but feel so full and satisfied and entirely blissed out. You have the vague passing thought that it’s a wonder you haven’t passed out yet. Finally, when Lucifer stops cumming, he loosens his grip and simply holds you tenderly. His hands slide up and down your sides in a comforting motion before gingerly moving to your stomach and tenderly stroking the extended skin.

“Our young. Right here, my love. Our young are going to start growing soon, right inside here,” he smiles into the crook of your neck and places soft kisses on the skin, showing just how much he loves you and how much he will continue to love you as you carry his brood.

Faintly, you recognize the sounds of the others entering their blissful satisfaction. You can’t bring yourself to spare any more thought to it as you focus, as much as you can, on the feelings of love swelling for your lover and the young now implanted inside you.

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𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

@frosch-thefrog

[strawberry-cowmilk]

Reaction to mc saying she's pregnant? Like they had NO idea. It's their child, maybe she hide it with magic or something and they generally couldn't tell, if that is okay! It's okay if not,

I just think it's a cute conecpt, like just pretend barbs doesn't look into the future,

Again it's okay is not! No pressure,

Wolf !

Hi, wolf! Of course it's okay! I hope you like it

they find out mc is pregnant after hiding it

-> brothers and side characters x mc (no luke)

mc's gender is not mentioned, but is pregnant, not proof read (somebody lmk if the tag is wrong)

content warnings: pregnancy, mild angst

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Lucifer

he's a little offended (??) hurt (??) that you hid it from him, were you afraid of his reaction or was he scary?

regardless, lucifer loves both you and the child to death from the moment he finds out they exist

he's going to take great care of you (though he might come off as a little overprotective)

if you are standing up for a minute too long he will let you sit down

Mammon

oh no, you were play fighting just yesterday, did he accidentally hurt you or the baby?

when those worries ebb away, mammon is so happy he's telling everyone at rad about it

yes he's sad you hid it for a long time but the happiness is way stronger than the hurt

'mc I'm gonna go to the mall to get baby's first gold bar' 'mammon the baby isn't even born yet-'

Leviathan

of course you hid it for a long time, imagine you're the child and you find out your dad is a gross otaku

you're gonna have to calm him down

it takes levi a while to warm up to the idea, but when he does he's really excited for his baby

he's going to want to read tsl to your stomach as a bedtime story (if the baby is a boy he wants to name him henry too)

Satan

satan is kind of in denial, if you were pregnant he would have known right? why didn't you say something?

he's never thought about being a father, he needs a moment to let it sink and do research on babies

but he warms up to the idea eventually, and he'll be the softest you've ever seen

satan got little children's books and those cute music boxes for when the baby comes

Asmodeus

out of everyone, asmo would me the most upset you tried to hide it

but he loves you and the baby so he forgives you soon

asmo might not know how to be a father at first, but he's willing to learn and raise the baby with you

plus he's going to want one of those maternity photoshoots, but if you don't it's okay

Beelzebub

yes he's not happy you kept it from him but baby :))

beel would do anything to make you and them happy

he's really worried you're going to get hurt though, if you're cooking together beel does not let you pick up a spatula or get close to the stove

also beel loves to hug your stomach, it's basically what he does every night now

Belphegor

he's not happy about it at first because he honestly did not want a child

but seeing you pregnant, realising you'd make a great parent, it changed his mind

belphie gets the best pillows and blankets so you can be comfortable while sleeping

if the baby is keeping you awake belphie will try to calm them down

Diavolo

he understands why you hid it from him, imagine getting pregnant with the demon prince's child- oh no are you scared?

it doesn't matter whether you are actually scared or not, diavolo will take his time to show you all is well, he's really happy to welcome his child

he took a picture of you and your cute baby bump, made it his ddd wallpaper and stares at it when he doesn't want to work

Barbatos

it took him by surprise, but barbatos can adapt quickly

he's really happy to be having a baby with you, he's ready to give you anything you need to make the pregnancy easier

do you want tea, a massage or something else? barbatos has got you

he can't wait to meet his baby, he doesn't want to use his powers and spoil it for himself

Simeon

...so that's why you could eat solomon's soup last week without getting sick

he forgives you for hiding it, surely you had a good reason

simeon loves the baby so much he sings lullabies he used to sing to luke for them already, this man's face physically softens every time he sees the baby bump

but really, maybe you should stay away from food that randomly appears in the fridge that simeon didn't make

Solomon

he's a little upset but that's okay, in all his years he's never felt this happy

he can't wait to hold his little baby for the first time

being a human too, solomon knows plenty of stuff about human pregnancy so that's great

'simeon why are you stopping me I'm just going to offer mc a sandwich I made'

[neiveel3llson]

Apple-Tinted Cheeks

Lucifer Magne x Afab! Reader≈ ` °

CW: Smut, use of strap, therefore afab!reader, Sub!Luci, Dom!reader, markings, darcryphilia, blood, use of master, no pronouns used, aftercare, begging, degredation, please inform me if I missed any!♡

Whimpers erupt from underneath your fast-moving frame as his eyeshadow runs down his apple-tinted cheeks, the makeup mixing with his oh so pretty tears, dropping onto the previously while pillow beneath him.

His backside is high in the air, his flushed, wet face stuffed into the soaked pillow beneath him, your strap relentlessly pounding into him. You hold his black wrists, pulling his ass irresistibly close to you, your hips hitting his already red backside while the pink, plastic cock stretches him out in a loving, perhaps, display of dominance and care.

"Oh- Ah! Hurts so- mmng- good, Master!" He keens pathetically, lustfully, his hands clawing into your own wrists while you keep your iron grip on his, refusing to let go even as blood trickles from his claws. You continue your brutal pace of punding into him, his own cock agonisingly hard against his stomach, cum already dripping down it and onto his plush pillow from his previous release, only mere minutes ago despite the fluttering feeling re-entering his stomach.

"Oh, I know, doing so, so well for me~" You slur seductively, leaning down so your bare chest is flush with his sweaty back. You lean down further, licking the bruises and crimson marking left on his porcelain skin. This was perfect. The King of Hell himself whimpering under you in a puddle of pillows and tears, his red ass claimed by your lust and your strap. The only thing that would make this better would be to have a clear view of his face, not having to wonder whether his tears made it look as ruined as his petite body.

"Slo- oh- ow down! Please! Ah!" He calls in a unbridled state of subspace, inching closer to the edge, his finish, with every swift thrist of the plastic cock, but he deserved this. After all, it was him who couldn't help himself from kissing your neck, who couldn't help himself from arching into your touch all day, teasing you while knowing you couldn't do jack shit. He knew what he was doing, ergo, this was a fit punishment.

"Do you not think you deserve this? After all you've done today, filthy slut." You degrade him, pushing his back even further down, getting an impossibility increadable angle to thrust into him, while also getting an increase in whines and gargled pleas. You could see the eyeshadow stains on the pillow, you could see his red ass, the scratches on his back, the bites and bruises on his shoulder and inner thighs. You saw everything, how ruined he was, and the fact that you caused this? Wow.

"No! I've- mmng- I've been go- od, ma- ah- ster!" He croaks out from the pillow, his voice nearly as ruined and used as his small body from copious amounts of moaning and screaming. It was hard to believe he truly thought he was good, by how bad and desperate he was acting lately, but something about the way he oleaded with you, begged you to believe he had no malice behind those pretty words, made you believe him.

You have no reply, simply watching in a state of pay per view as you absentmindedly ram your plastic cock into his gaping ass, his backside desperately trying to arch back and hump the silicone genital. His breath picked up substantially as you release his wrists, watching him immidietly sink his black claws into the sheets of the bed, ripping them in lustful ignorance. A pool of not only tears, but cum soon builds under him from his last release, only preparing him for the next release.

"Do you- do you deserve to cum?" You breathe out finally, your vision becoming hazy with heat and fatigue, the musk and warmth of sex lingering in the master bedroom. The bed rocked with each increasingly lazy thrust, Lucifer beginning to arch into the strap even more to keep the pleasure at it's highest, pushing his face into his pillow before turning to to the side, looking at you from the corner of his eye while you observe one half of his ruined face.

"Mmng! Yes! Plea- ah- se! Let me cum, Master!" He practically screeches, keening at your hips coming into contact with his backside, eyes rolling into the back of his head, despite you hardly doing anything anymore. Oh, how much he loved your approval. He'd rut into your leg, finishing on your boot and licking off his own cum as long as you permitted him to, the high and mighty King of Hell falling once more, now, into your clutch.

You simply nod at him, immidietly hearing him scream out 'master' as he finishes for a final time, his body falling limp.ahainst the leg and yours following soon.

Panting slightly, you get up, pulling out of him and shushing him gently as he let's out a whine over oversrimulation. You take off the strap, throwing it somewhere in the pongy room before leaning down once again, trailing kisses from Luci's cheek all the way down to his stomach, hearing him chuckle weakly.

"So, so good for me, baby.." You murmur against his sweaty chest, rubbing his back while slowly flipping him over.

"Shower?" You ask, to which he meekly shakes his head. Sighing, you reach down to the side of the bed, picking up a random discarded piece of clothing and wiping off his stomach and thighs, kissing the rosy apples of his cheeks gently with each wipe. He quickly falls asleep, mumbling something about 'goodnight, darling' before he does, leaving your grip and falling into the just as gentle arms of sleep, smiling as he dreams of you.

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RUFF RUFF, ARRSHDJDJWNF

brain rot♡

[anikasheep]

Replaced MC AU

Warnings: afab mc, chubby mc, short mc.

Reblog is the best support so please.

Don’t like don’t read.

When Diavolo announced that the new human exchange student would come.

After hearing about the arrival of a new human exchange student, MC is looking forward to making new friends.

Whether they are regular humans, witches, or warlocks, the MCs want to maintain friendly communication with each other.

Of course, they won't force each other, they just want to help them not to be lost in the magic world as they were at the beginning.

The seven brothers have mixed emotions at the beginning on the contrary, they might look forward to new humans under the MC's influence, but after seeing the MC's reaction, they don't want the MC's attention to be completely drawn away from them.

If the new human attracts the brothers.

Asmo is probably the first one to be friendly to the new lamb. He has the ability to see the beauty inside a person and he would be the bridge between his brothers and the new student. But if the new student thought that Asmo would trust them so easily, then they were wrong. Asmo is picky and he knows only MC and his brothers would love him no matter what. Since he’s the queen of gossip, he’d know the moment if the new student dared to say some misinformation about MC. No one could hurt or slander the second most beautiful creature in the three worlds under his watch.

Levi would be the second one since he actually has the urge to meet new people. However, he would be struggling because he felt guilt for betraying MC unless MC could comfort him that it’s not betraying and he’s just gonna have a new friend not replace them for the new student. But this sensitive and shy boy would remind himself that he can’t let MC feel they’re neglected. The Lord of Shadow wouldn’t forget and neglect Henry even though he has a new friend, and so does he.

The twins might be the third ones if the new exchange student is kind enough to give Beel some delicious food or be nice to sleepy Belphie. But they won’t give their trust credits soon, the twins would show their friendly but it’s not because they trust the student or like them already. They still need more time to ensure that this human wouldn’t threaten their family. It’s hard for the twins to replace MC with the new human unless they’re Lilith, but even though the new human is Lilith herself, the twins make sure that they enjoy MC and Lilith’s company. Beel and Belphie wouldn’t waste the chances with both of their favorite humans and they believe that MC are irreplaceable.

Mammon is proud of himself that he’s MC’s first demon. He’s greedy so he would be hostile to the new student and assumed that the human is trying to steal MC’s attention. He’d love to see if other brothers have less time with MC. He’d tried to threaten the new student for money and be scolded by Lucifer. He only hangs out with the new student sometimes when they ask him nicely or for goods. He might start thinking the new human is not bad but the intimacy level wouldn’t be higher than Luke. You better believe that you and Mammon belong to each other or this sweet idiot demon would cry, MC.

Satan though would be the SECOND one to act nice to the new human, but that is just all for polite and act. It’s hard to earn his trust, even though the new human also loves cats so much, the trust wouldn’t be the same as he trusts you. Still, would try to pull the new student to join the ANTI-Lucifer League. He knows the pain and the wrath when your whole being vanishes and only exists for someone’s replacement. You’re one and only, MC. He would remind you every single day if you forget that.

As the Avatar of Pride and the eldest, Lucifer who’s the last to trust the new student is predictable. Of course, he would supervise that his siblings wouldn’t harm the new fragile student or be harmed if the new student is a witch or a powerful sorcerer. He wouldn’t tolerate some mere human toy with his brothers and try to tear his family apart. Like Mammon, he is secretly glad that if you have more time alone, you’ll spend more time with him. If you feel lonely, the door of his room is always open for you, MC. And don’t assume that he’d easily replace you for some human, you’re one of his family members and that’s decided in his heart even before he knew you’re related to Lilith. It’s what you’ve done for them and your kindness makes you a family, not just some bloodlines. And he won’t let anyone forget that, not even you.

[flywolfwriting]

Beyond the Path of Reason

The worst part about molting was the itching. It was terrible while his wings were out, but when they were tucked away the itching spread to his skin, like the molt needed to manifest itself physically in one way or another. Lucifer often left his molt until he couldn’t bear it anymore, too overwhelmed by the task to force himself to face it until the alternative was worse.

The truth was he hated looking at his wings. They were a constant reminder of heaven, of his fall; once pure white, they were now stained with the blood of the first sinner. He still remembered that day clearly, when some of his elder siblings had come to fetch him and Lucer thought he’d been forgiven, that he could come home - but instead they pinned him to the ground and soaked him in Abel’s blood and the stains had never truly come out. That first molt he thought he would finally be rid of it but he was wrong - some of his white plumage returned, but only along the lesser coverts, and the tenth primaries. The rest of his feathers grew in that brilliant, terrible red, as vivid as the day he’d seen it spilled upon the ground.

For a long time Lilith was there to help him, and he could just squeeze his eyes shut while she preened for him. The last couple centuries, however - since Charlie had been born - he’d been left on his own. He’d eventually gotten used to looking at them, of course; how couldn’t he when he’d lived so long? He’d even mastered pretending it was fine and his wings didn’t bother him one bit! He could even show them off; See? Look and big and awe-inspiring my wings are!

But that’s all they were. Tools. And later, when he was alone, Lucifer would close his eyes and try to forget the image of Abel sprawled across the ground, head smashed in, until the Angels of God used his blood to tarnish the Morning Star’s plumage.

God’s favored indeed.

Now he was living at the hotel, surrounded by sinners he could call friends, with his daughter and her own fallen angel at her side. He could almost forget how much he hated himself with them around.

Almost.

Lucifer’s quarters were big; bigger than they had any right to be, really, but he didn’t need to leave them for anything if he didn’t need to. He had a large, luxurious bathroom, a large sitting room, a small kitchen, and of course an opulent bedroom that served more as a workroom than actual sleeping quarters.

That was where he was now, having told his daughter he would be gone for a few days working on ‘business’ but would be back by next week. She’d given him a timid smile and soft, “Okay,” and he knew she wondered if he would be back at all.

It was a crushing reminder of just how awful a person he was.

He heard a swell of laughter in the distance and peeked out his window to see the hotel’s residents descending the hill as a group, heading into town for one thing or another.

Lucifer scratched at his shoulder as he watched them go. He could probably afford to pop down to the bar and snag a bottle of something to help take the edge off when he finally got around to getting his wings out. Not that sinners’ alcohol really did much for him.

Mistake.

Alastor stood by the bar, hands propped on his newly repaired microphone, silently watching as Lucifer stepped through the portal. Lucifer froze, briefly considering turning around and facing the week without the solace of alcohol. He couldn’t be seen to be fleeing the Radio Demon, though, no matter how much his skin itched, so he straightened his shoulders and marched behind the bar without acknowledging the sinner.

It seemed for several blissful minutes that Alastor would offer him the same courtesy, even if he was openly staring at Lucifer. That hope was dashed when, holding several bottles of hard liquor, Lucifer returned to his still-open portal. Before he could step through that oh-so-pompous voice said, “My, my, Your Majesty, you have quite the selection there. Planning on throwing a party?”

Don’t take the bait, don’t take the bait, don’t take the bait- Lucifer turned and glared at him. “If I was, I wouldn’t be inviting you.”

Alastor’s grin widened by a fraction. “And who would you invite, sire? Not your daughter, clearly. I wonder how she would feel, knowing you waited until everyone left to have your friends over.”

“You little shit,” Lucifer said.

“The alternative is all those bottles are for you. But wait! Didn’t you tell our dear Charlie you would be away on business?” Red eyes narrowed. “If it turned out that business was drinking half the bar, that would be quite pathetic, don’t you agree?”

Lucifer grit his teeth, resisting the urge to snap back. He had too much on his mind, was too twisted up in his own anxiety and depression to worry about an asshole sinner. He turned away.

“Oh dear. You appear to be bleeding.”

Lucifer stopped again, this time looking at the demon in confusion. “What?”

Alastor’s brows rose as his head cocked to the side. “Your neck is bleeding. And it appears some sort of beast has been at your arms.”

Looking down Lucifer saw inflamed golden scratches criss-crossing his forearms, and something warm dripped down his spine. He swore quietly. He hadn’t realized he’d been scratching so much.

“You appear to be in distress, Your Highness.”

“What do you care?” Lucifer snapped, nearly dropping several bottles as he shifted in an attempt to stop himself digging his nails into his arms again. The pressure in his back grew worse with his agitation, his wings insistently pushing against the ether in which they were currently trapped.

“Perhaps I am merely curious what could cause someone of your status such concern,” Alastor said airily, “especially if you’re willing to lie to sweet Charlie to hide away so pitifully.”

“Leave Charlie out of th- ah!” Lucifer’s words broke off in a choked cry as his wings exploded from his back, somehow relieving the pressure and worsening everything all at once.

Oh. Oh no. He had let it go too long; it was the worst he could remember it ever being, a feeling like a million spiders skittering over every part of him, digging their little pincers into his skin, burrowing in his feathers-

He shuddered, biting back a whine.

“Oh dear,” Alastor hummed, and when Lucifer forced himself to open his eyes again he found the demon staring at his wings with clear interest. “You are a mess.”

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[harveywritings92]

Niffty, holding R/n's nephew/niece: Baby vibes…hold gentle…like hamburger.

R/n, Angel, Husk, Charlie, Vaggie and Lucifer: AWWww!~

Niffty, holds baby over her head: Punt like football!

R/n, Angel, Husk, Charlie, Vaggie and Lucifer: NO!

[Angel quickly snatches the baby and replace them with a watermelon.]

Angel: Punt that!

Niffty, runs out of the room: Yay!

[anonymouscheeses]

GUYS TELL ME THIS IS REAL. I JST SAW A PIC OD VIVZIE IN FRONY OF A MELANIE TRILOGY TOUR BACKDROP. I MEAN ITS VIV, THE CREATOR OF HAZBITCH HOETEL AND HELLUVA BOOBS BUT ITS FUN TO KNOW THIS IDFK. I HOPR THIS COMMENT IS ACTUALLU TRUE THOUGH BECAUSE FAAAAACKKK I LOVE THAT SOO MUCH. VAGGIE IS A CRYBABY RAAAA 🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥 RVEN IG ITS NOT CANON ITS SUCH A FUN HEADCANON 💜💜 IDK WHAT TO SAY I JST LOVE VAGGIE SMM EGSUSIODOE

Istg if anyone says "ugh, now I don't like Melanie martinez.... 😒" I'm going to touch you

[harveybwabbit92]

R/n, hungover and finds Tregear in bed next her: Please tell me we didn't...

Tregear: Oh, did we ever.~ And I'm pretty sure we made Rosemary's Baby. Oh, little mouse, it was extraordinary; the heat, the gymnastics! I mean, you had moves that could make a devil blush!

[R/n looks at him mortified before Tregear bursts out laughing.]

Tregear: Relax, I'm joking.

R/n: Wha?

Tregear: Do I seems like some sleazy brute to you? I wouldn't brother with you while you're inebriated. *Notices R/n seemed upset by his rejection*...Unless, were you hoping that something had happened?

R/n, gets flustered: What!? No!

Tregear: Hmmm... That defensive tone says otherwise.

R/n: Get out of my room dammit!

{Tregear leaves but jumps back a bit when he find Taro sitting non-nonchalantly the living room.]

Taro: Y'know, you should stop teasing R/n and start taking her feelings more seriously.

Tregear: I really don't think you're the right person to be lecturing me about relationships, Taro.

Taro, waves him off: What happened between the two of us is in the past. I'm talking about the now, Tregear. You gotta start treating R/n right, otherwise you'll lose her forever.

Tregear:...Get out of my house, Taro.

Taro: It's R/n's house (Tregear glares at him.) I'm leaving.

[another-lost-mc]

On your last night in the Devildom, Lucifer offers you more than just a pact.

LUCIFER x Vampire!afab!Reader, 1.3k words, nsfw. Content warnings: AU of OG Lesson 20-14 (Reader is a vampire). Canon-typical vampire behaviour including biting/blood drinking, first time smut with feelings. more from the vampire!au

The power of Lucifer’s pact with you still thrums in the air of his study. You never asked to feed from him before, and he never offered his blood to you. His feelings bloomed for you, emotions festering in his heart beyond his control, and he can’t deny them any longer. You’ve given yourself to him—the evidence of his claim is branded on your chest forever—and he’s ready to give you part of himself in return.

The fire blazing in the hearth marks your skin with dancing tendrils of shadow and flame; he recognizes the darkness in your eyes, the blood-tinged sheen that reminds him you’re not exactly human. He’s sure that the same desperate hunger is etched in his own expression.

He thinks briefly about kissing your pouty lips and carrying you to his bed where you can consummate your unholy union. However, he steels his resolve when you lick your lips and he sees a hint of fang peeking through. He wants you, but he knows you want him more—he’ll reward you for your patience.

He takes you by the hand and leads you to the small sofa. He drops down with a soft grunt and leans back. You tilt your head questioningly when he pats his lap. After a moment of hesitation, you kneel on the edge of the sofa, your knees bracketing his, and lower yourself onto his thighs. He relishes the feeling of your soft body resting comfortably in his lap before he turns his head to the side and bares his throat to you. He can hear you swallow nervously, and he glances at you from the corner of his eye.

“You didn’t want this before.” Your voice trembles with uncertainty, but there’s a flicker of hope in your eyes too.

“I want nothing more,” he confesses quietly, his voice rough with emotions he can barely contain.

A tense silence follows, but you make your decision and lean forward, pressing your chest against his. He shudders with anticipation when your lips brush against his neck. He whispers his desire for you, words you thought he’d only ever say to you in your dreams. He curls his hand around the back of your head and encourages you to keep going.

Sharp fangs finally break the skin, and he tilts his head back to give you more room. Liquid heat courses through his veins, and his eyes slip closed as indescribable pleasure builds inside him. Greedy fingers dig into your hips and he resists the urge to grind against you; he wonders if you can feel his cock, hard and heavy against your belly. 

The sound of the fireplace crackling nearby is drowned out by the wet sounds as you lick and suck at his skin. You moan quietly as you feed from him, and he feels the vibrations rattle him to his bones. He answers you with a loud, desperate groan of his own.

Thinking you hurt him somehow, you pull away suddenly and he shivers as cool air hits his bare neck. Your eyes are wide with concern as you scan his face for signs of discomfort. All he can focus on is your mouth so close to his, dark and shiny and stained crimson. Your eyes are blown black with hunger and lust, and he doesn't think you’ve ever looked more beautiful. 

When he surges forward and crushes his lips against yours, he licks greedily into your mouth. His tongue curls with yours and behind the coppery metallic taste, he can taste you. The kiss grows hot and desperate, and you whine against his lips when you start to move above him. He breaks the kiss with a curse when you rub teasingly against his cock, and he rocks his hips in time with yours so you can feel how badly he wants you. 

Something predatory flares in your gaze and he’s so eager to give you what you need. He tilts his head back when you lean forward with your fangs bared. Moans fall freely from his lips as you drink from him again. It’s sloppier this time, and he can feel blood drip from the punctures as you suck greedily from his neck.

He’s never felt so depraved, and he can’t resist the desire to fuck you anymore. He fumbles with his belt and tears at his fly until he can free his cock from the confine of his pants. 

Your clothes are easily taken care of—the thin cotton material rips so easily.  Your shirt falls away as he tears it to pieces, and your sleep shorts are ripped to tatters next. He reaches between your thighs and growls when his fingers graze your underwear, drenched and slippery with your slick.

You break away from his neck with a moan when his fingers push the fabric aside and explore your folds. He circles your clit with the tip of his forefinger so he can draw more breathy sounds from you. Your voice is thick with his blood, and his name has never sounded so good than when you beg him to fuck you.

He slips a finger inside you, then another—your cunt is dripping for him, and his fingers squelch obscenely when he starts to thrust them inside you. You roll your hips and fuck yourself on his fingers; you grind down against his palm for friction against your clit.

He pulls his fingers away before you can come, and he glides his cock through the sloppy mess he’s made of you instead. He teases you with pressure at your entrance before brushing the tip against your clit. He holds your hips still and when your desperate gaze meets his, he pulls your hips down and impales you with his cock. Your sharp cry trails off into breathy moans when you move together. 

He fucks you with abandon and you bite him again. It hurts more than before, like you’re losing control as much as he is, but that only makes him fuck you harder. He guides your movements, slow rolls of your hips meeting his deep thrusts, as you drink him down your throat. The molten pleasure seeping into his veins combined with your cunt fluttering around his cock overwhelms him.

He’s so close but he doesn’t want to finish before you do. He grabs your hand—the one against his chest, pressed where his heart beats underneath—and guides it between your legs. You stroke desperately at your clit until you fall apart. Blood drips down your chin when you pull your fangs from his neck and muffle your cry in his shoulder; your body trembles as you ride out your release. The sweet vice of your walls clenching around his cock is his undoing too, and he fills you with cum as your cunt milks him until his hips come to a stuttering halt.

Strong arms wrap around you and tuck you against his chest. His cock softens and slips out of you, and you whimper at the loss even as your body shivers with sensitivity. His neck is sore from the intensity of your bites, and you’re both sweaty and reek of blood and cum. He’s captivated by your eyes—they glisten with love and satisfaction now, clear of the bloodlust that clouded your gaze earlier.

He leans forward and kisses the pact mark etched into the skin of your bare chest. You kiss the top of his head and gently run your hands through his damp hair. 

You don’t deserve the blood of the Morningstar, he thought when he met you nearly a year ago. He saw you as a weak human-turned-vampire, and your unfortunate appetite was a nuisance he dreaded. He promised himself that he’d never be used by you.

Perhaps some promises are meant to be broken, he thinks as he draws your blood stained lips against his for another kiss, eager to make up for so much wasted time.

[peggingdemons]

I think Lucifer would like to cockwarm you with his mouth

Just sitting there cock/strap on his tongue makes him rub himself with the ball of his foot

You petting his hair while doing whatever you're doing be it RAD work or just looking at your phone

Lucifer liked just sitting there... And so he'll sit and sit and sit till you start to move his head

[cryptidtyping]

Daddy's Kitten

Diavolo x afab!reader | 3.9k words

18+ only! Minors do NOT interact!

Written as part of @mikage-rehoe 's "Yes, Daddy" collab. Check out the other entries here!

Summary: Diavolo asks you to come to the castle to help him with something. What could it be, you wonder?

No gendered pronouns or terms are used for reader, and little to no descriptions of their body (beyond the genitals, lol). Also, Y/N is not used, Reader's name is indicated by ____. This is my first time writing smut, so please tell me what you think!

Tags/Warnings: Daddy kink, light pet play, established relationship, collaring, dom/sub dynamics, multiple rounds, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, reader gets called kitten/kitty, non-consensual voyeurism, color informed consent (Dia checks in on Reader a few times), hints of aftercare, jealous lucifer, lucifer gets no bitches, two people in love fucking sloppy-style

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I require your help, darling. Please come to the castle at your earliest convenience. 

It was the weekend, so you were just lounging in your room as you scrolled on devilgram. Upon seeing your boyfriends’ text, you knew there were only a few occasions he’d require your help for- 

1) He was overwhelmed with paperwork. 

2) He was horny.

3) He missed you.

4) All the above

Replying that you’d be on your way soon, you roll out of bed and slip into some lacy lingerie that Diavolo had bought you recently. Overtop was a cute red dress that fell just above your knees, and a dab of perfume (both also bought courtesy of your lover). Deeming yourself ready, you grab your bag and head out the door. 

“____?” Called a voice that made you grimace, not that he could see it. “You look… nice. Are you heading somewhere?” 

Smoothing your expression before turning around, you reply neutrally. “Yes. Dia has invited me over.”

“I see.” Lucifer’s voice is a bit clipped at your response. The two of you had had a series of arguments over the last several weeks, ranging from ‘sub-par’ grades (you’d slipped from the number 6 spot in class to number 10 after the teachers decided to start grading you more harshly. Still, that was 10th place out of hundreds of students!) to how you referred to Diavolo ‘too informally’. 

The same Diavolo who you were dating. What, you couldn’t give your own damn boyfriend pet names? 

Lucifer had yet to apologize or explain what had crawled up his ass and died, and you were frankly tired of the shitty attitude he’d adopted after your relationship with the Prince became publicly official. (You and Diavolo had been seeing each other privately for a few months before being comfortable about being public with your relationship.) 

As the silence between you and Lucifer stretched on, you sighed in frustration. “Did you need something, Lucifer, or can I go meet my boyfriend?”

The dark-haired demon furrowed his brows in annoyance, growling out “No.”

“Excellent. I will be home either tonight or tomorrow, I’ll text the group chat once I know for sure.” Just as you opened the door, Lucifer called to you again. 

“Would you-“ there was something in ruby eyes that you didn’t want to give a name to. He coughs into a gloved fist. “I mean, may I escort you to the castle?” 

An olive branch. 

Again. 

How many had Lucifer given out, only to nitpick and neg you later? The man was exhausting, and not in a fun way. 

“No,” you snip coldly, unable to stop your glare. Without giving him the chance to respond, you slam the door shut. 

In the empty entrance hall, the Avatar of Pride gave a gusty sigh as he dragged a hand down his face. What was he supposed to do?

X

“Hello, my dear,” Diavolo greets you once you enter his office, rising to give you a kiss and run his large hands down your torso. Barbatos quietly closed the door, promising to return with some tea and cookies. “You look lovely.”

You lean into his warm embrace, kissing him again. “Thank you, Dia. What do you need help with?”

Golden eyes get darker, a smirk playing about handsome features. “Now, now, kitten, that’s not my name.”

A spark of excitement bloomed in your core, lust beginning to course through you. “I’m sorry, daddy,” you purr, running a hand through his auburn locks. “What can I do for you?”

“Good pet,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss below your ear, causing you to shiver. Thick fingers fiddle with the hem of your dress. “For now, I just require your company while I finish up some paperwork.” 

“Yes, daddy,” you press a kiss to his neck in return, delighting in the shiver it caused. Diavolo gives a playful swat to your ass, making you gasp, before he sits back down behind his desk. At his feet was a familiar plush red velvet pillow with gold tassels. Without hesitation, you slip off your shoes, place them neatly out of the way, and kneel beside him, knees cushioned by the undoubtedly expensive ‘cat bed’. 

You send a quick message to the HoL group chat that you were with Diavolo and would see them tomorrow. Then you turn your DDD off and tuck it back into your bag, excited to spend the night with the prince, uninterrupted by the needy brothers. 

A few quiet minutes pass by, with you resting your head on Diavolos’ knee and his hand petting your hair, the scratch of his pen filling the air. Barbatos comes and goes with a tea service, barely sparing your kneeling form a glance. After a moment, the prince speaks again. “I have a gift for you, pet.”

You look up at him with big eyes, head floaty- kneeling at your lovers feet so obediently always got you quickly into sub-space. “Thank you, daddy.” You murmur, rubbing your cheek on his knee in affection. “You’re always spoiling me.”

Diavolos answering chuckle is warm and husky, and you squirm a bit on your pillow as it sent heat to your core. You could feel slick seeping into your lace panties as you got more and more excited. 

“You’re so easy to spoil, my love,” he coos, patting his lap and pulling out a box. Following his wordless command, you crawl into his lap, facing him. What’s revealed to be inside the box makes you gasp. 

“Oh, my!” Inside was a fine red leather collar, the inside padded with plush black velvet. The leather was studded with rubies and diamonds, with gold hardware and a large golden bell. Attached was a metal nametag, one side engraved with Daddy’s Kitten, the other containing Diavolos’ contact information. You wiggled in excitement, lightly grinding against your lover. “It’s beautiful!” 

Diavolo pulls you into another kiss, deeper than the previous ones. It was full of heat and hunger, one of his large, tan hands encasing the back of your head while the other guided your hips to grind against his bulge. You moan into his mouth, looping your arms around his thick neck. A whine escapes you, unbidden, when he pulls away. 

Chuckling, he wiped a bit of spit off your lower lip. “My pretty kitty deserves a pretty collar, don’t they? Stand up and turn around for me, darling, let me see how it looks on you.”

“Yes, daddy,” you obey, slipping off his lap and turning, your skirt swishing teasingly about your thighs. Diavolos’ hands are careful as he slips the leather around your neck and secures it. 

“How does it feel?” He murmurs in your ear, flicking the bell so it jingles merrily. “Too tight, too loose?”

“Don’t know,” you reply coyly, glancing seductively over your shoulder. “Could you give it a few tugs, please?”

A groan rumbles through the prince’s broad chest. “Always so polite for me, hmm?” One of his fingers slips through the metal loop, giving a few pulls of varying strength, making your knees weak. “So, darling, how is it?”

“It’s perfect.” Your voice is breathless, but you are unable to catch your breath as you are suddenly bent over his desk with your dress flipped up to show your ass. 

Another appreciative groan leaves your lover as he takes in the red and gold lingerie he had bought you last week, smacking an ass cheek to watch the skin jiggle. He leans over your back, grinding his clothed erection against your soaked panties. “You’re perfect. Always so fucking pretty and perfect for daddy.”

You moan as he slaps your ass again, pushing your hips back against him. “Ngh, daddy, please!”

“Please what, kitten? What do you need?”

“Need you inside me, please daddy please-“ 

Diavolo tuts in faux disappointment. Your logical mind, which was quickly fleeing, knew he wasn’t being serious, but your sub-space addled brain hated disappointing your daddy. “But I still need to finish my work, can kitten be patient?” All the while, he still slowly ground against you. 

“Yes, yes, I can wait,” you pant, still bouncing your ass back on his cock even as you promised patience. “Anything for daddy.”

“Such a good kitty,” Diavolo coos. “What’s your color?”

“Green.” You respond immediately. 

Diavolo whispers you more praises as he settles you back on his lap. “Stay still, okay? Don’t distract daddy while he finishes up and he’ll get you a pretty new leash to match your collar.” Little did you know he already had the matching leash, stashed in the drawer of his bedside table. He was hoping to use it later tonight. 

“Yes, daddy, thank you!” You exclaim happily, pressing close to his chest. A warm hand rubs up and down your back, your prince working to finish quickly so he could play with you all night- or as long as you could last. 

Diavolo could feel your pussy lips throbbing on his dick through the fabric of his trousers, slowly driving him insane. That, accompanied by your sweet smell and how eagerly you wore the low-necked dress he got you, how sweetly you called his title, how easily you followed his commands- it was a miracle he managed to finish his work tonight. (Or ever, with you around.)

Thankfully, the prince possessed an iron will (that always turned into something softer with you). 

He doesn’t bother filing away the completed papers, just pushing them to the side of his desk space to place you in the middle like a beloved prize. He looked at you then, with your cheeks flushed and eyes dark with want, hair mussed up and the low neckline of your dress giving a teasing glimpse of your chest. 

You were regarding him much the same way, seeing his eyes shadowed with lust and cheeks tinted pink with excitement, broad chest heaving in his dress shirt as he looked at you. Your eyes travel down his body to the prominent bulge straining against his zipper. Looking back at his eyes, you open your mouth to start begging. You needed his touch on your skin, needed his lips on your mouth, needed his thick cock stuffed in your wet cunt and you needed him now. “Daddy, please- “

Diavolo surges forward, capturing you in a fierce kiss and making you moan. Your arms and legs are around him in an instant, pulling him impossibly closer. One of his hands slips into your panties, coating his fingers in your slick before inserting two into your entrance, immediately finding and rubbing your g-spot. 

You pull from the kiss with a “Fuuuuuuck~”, exposing the column of your neck as you toss your head back, sending your collar jingling. The demon prince immediately begins sucking and biting his way down, hickeys blooming in his wake. Between each one, he moans praises and questions against your skin. 

“Such a good kitten for me, always wearing what daddy buys. Do you like being pampered? Do you like everyone knowing who owns you?”

“Yes!” You squeal as he adds another finger to your pussy and thumbs at your clit in messy circles, bucking your hips into his hand. Wet squelching begins to fill the office as you drip onto the expensive desk. “Love when daddy buys me pretty clothes, love when others know they can never have daddy, love being owned by daddy, love being good for daddy-“

Your first orgasm crashes over you suddenly, pulsing through you in waves as you wail. The fingers inside you slow down, but don’t stop, making you squirm. 

“So good, so pretty,” Diavolo pants, golden eyes flickering between the way your cunt sucked his fingers in and the blissed-out expression on your face. “Color, kitten? Want to keep going?”

“Greengreen green,” you chant desperately. “Daddy, please, ‘m so wet, need your cock, please gimme your cock, please-“

Tan lips on yours interrupt your begging as the fingers are pulled out of you and leave you feeling empty. You clutch Diavolos black shirt with shaking fingers, pulling at the fabric insistently. You wanted, needed more of him, as much of him as he could give. 

“You sound so good begging daddy,” he murmurs against your lips. “I’d give you the three realms on a platter if it’d make you smile, my love. Now strip out of that dress, okay?”

You do so with haste, pulling it off and casting it aside. Your lover matches your speed in shucking off his own clothes, his impressive cock bobbing proudly between his legs as beads of precum dribble down the shaft. 

Laying back on the desk, you bring your knees to your shoulders and spread your legs. The thin strap of lace that covered you was shiny with slick, the matching bralette doing little to hide your pebbled nipples. “How’s this, daddy?”

“Fuck,” Diavolo swears, wanting to capture this image and hang it in his throne room, if only to show others what they could never have. Large hands push your thighs further apart. His cock jumps in interest. “I’m gonna fuck this sweet cunt raw-“

“Please,” you whine, pouting up at him with kiss-swollen lips. 

“For you, anything.”  Your panties are slipped to the side as he rubs his member between your lower lips, collecting your juices before the fat head slipped into your entrance. 

His moan rumbled through you as he slid all the way to the base in one go. It took you only seconds to adjust to the pleasurable stretch, which is fortunate as that’s all you were given. Diavolo fucked you as though it were both the first and last time he’d ever be able to, reaching deep inside you with every fast, rough thrust. 

You loved it. You loved him. 

“Love you, love you, love you,” you babble, drunk on his cock, fingers clawing at his shoulders in bliss. 

“Yeah?” He placed your legs over his shoulders, reaching deeper into you. His voice was gravelly and deep as he praised how well you took his cock, how wet your pussy was, how much your scratches stung, how loud you moaned his title and your adoration. His fingers quickly find your clit again, rubbing it in tight circles. “Want me t’cum in your pussy? Want me t’cum nice and deep inside?”

“Yesyesyes,” you wail as the knot in your belly gets tighter and tighter. “Cum in me, cum with me-“

The knot snapped for you both, your heels beating pitifully against his muscles back as Diavolo spilled inside. You arch fruitlessly beneath him, moving your hips against his as much as you could to tide out your orgasm. He leans down to kiss your panting mouth, trailing kisses down your neck and allowing your legs to go relax down against the desk. For a few moments, the two of you lay there in the glory of sweaty bodies and euphoria, the air filled only with panting breaths and kisses and the faint jingling of your bell. 

Diavolo waits patiently for you to either give the go ahead, or ask to stop- if you took too long, he’d ask your color again. In the meanwhile, he was content to nip at your skin and trace his hands over your chest. 

You break the silence after you’ve caught your breath.

“… Again.” You look at your lover, your prince, your Diavolo with bright eyes and a flushed complexion. Sitting up, you caress his sharp jaw and trail kisses up it, before biting just below his ear. “Please, daddy.” You whisper as he shudders and groans above you, cock perking up inside you with interest. “Please daddy, I can’t get enough of you.”

“You’re perfect,” he repeats against your neck, breathless. Slowly drawing back from you, he pulls out and watches with lust-blown pupils as his seed dropped out of your cunt, making you whine at the loss. “None of that now, kitten. Bend over for me.”

The look on your face could only be described as lovesick, body moving on its own to obey. “Yes, daddy.”

X

Lucifer looked again through his files for the data sheet showing the current budget, needing it to approve or reject various club proposals for equipment or field trips. Unfortunately, all his rifling and ruffling was for naught, and the paper remained unfound. Sighing, he leans back in his leather chair and contemplated whether or not he should go to the castle tonight to retrieve the paper that was undoubtedly hidden somewhere in Diavolo’s office.

On one hand, these proposals were the last thing he needed to get done, then he could spend tomorrow listening to his records, or playing piano, or perhaps catching up on some sleep. On the other hand, he had no desire to see you and the prince… canoodling.  

Neither you nor Diavolo were shy about public affection, with you unbearably happy to cling to Diavolo’s arm or hand or press a kiss or two to each other’s skin, laughing together about in-jokes. Lucifer hated it, hated that he waited too long in-

Never mind.

He deserved a day off tomorrow. He was getting that data sheet.

X

You were absolutely dizzy with pleasure, face pressed against lacquered mahogany as Diavolo pounded into you. A myriad of moans and whines left your mouth, accompanied by the squelching of his cock in your fucked-out pussy. Your nth orgasm ripped through you, strangled moan muffled by the wood. Diavolo groaned behind you, eyes focused on how your little hole kept swallowing him, how your ass jiggled with each thrust.

“Fuckin’ love this ass,” he growls, punctuating his words with a slap to your rear. “Fuckin’ love this pussy, always takin’ me so-“ SLAP “-fuckin’-“ SLAP “-well. Can you cum for me one more time? What’s-“

“Green!” you manage to gasp out, answering his next question before he could fully voice it. Pleasured tears dripped from your eyes, pooling and mixing with the sweat and drool beneath your face. You jolt when another smack lands on your ass again, Diavolo slowly grinding his hard dick against your warm, wet walls. “Wanna be good for daddy, want him to fill me up! ~”

The world spins as you’re man-handled into a new position. Spread wide open on his lap as he sat back in his chair, back to his chest with his hands leaving bruises on your hips. “You’re so good for me,” Diavolo rumbles in your ear, forcing your hips to move in slow circles on his cock. “Are you ready, my love?”

You’re thankful for the small reprieve he gives you before you nod your head, whispering “please, please, please” as he hooks your knees over muscular forearms, wraps large hands around your waist, and bounces you.

“Fu-u-u-uck,” you moan in staccato, winding your arms around his neck and leaning further into him. The new position made Diavolo’s cock feel even bigger, and the way he had you spread out felt so lewd, as though he were showing you off to someone. The thought had you gushing around him. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please-“

Your babbling was music to Diavolo’s ears as he fucked up into you each time he brought you down. One hand finds your clit yet again, rubbing tight circles on the aching bud. “Who owns this fucking pussy?” He growls, the vibrations from his chest felt throughout your smaller frame. “Who owns you?”

“You do!” you cry, knot again forming quickly in your stomach. Something felt different than the previous ones, though you couldn’t quite get your fucked-out mind to figure out why.

“And who am I, kitten?” he asks, thrusts getting sloppy as he too got close to release, eyes sparing a glance at the cracked door.

“Daddy! My daddy!” your voice cracks and warps around the pleasure, your hips doing their best to fuck down onto the sinful cock inside you. “I’m yours, I’m yours-!”

“Good kitten, good fucking kitten,” he circles his digits faster over your clit. The prince loved the way your eyes crosses, your tongue lolling out of your mouth, your body holding onto him like a vice, how your nails bit into the skin at the nape of his neck. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you breath hotly into his ear, looking up at him in hazy adoration. “I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna-“

“Cum for me,” Diavolo commands lowly, briefly nipping at your neck. With just a few more circles of his fingers, you climax with a wail of his title. Your cum sprays out of you, covering his desk and going everywhere as the prince chases his own release. With a low bellow, he slams you down on his cock as it throbs and releases his thick cum inside it.

The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, both of you catching your breath. Diavolo murmured praises in your ear, massaging your sides and waiting for you to come back to the world. “How do you feel, darling?” He whispers. “Do you need a break?”

You nod wordlessly, taking a moment to find your words. “I’d like something to eat, please,” you say quietly, nosing at the junction between his jaw and neck. “And a massage?”

“Anything for you,” he responds, pressing a (hilariously) chaste kiss to your forehead. He stands, holding you bridal style, and walks over to the door adjoining his office to his personal chambers. “Let me lie you down and have Barbatos drop off dinner, okay?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum, pressing a less-than-chaste kiss to his shoulder. “We should watch a movie, too.”

“Of course,” Diavolo grins down at you, placing you on cool silk sheets. “Just a moment, alright, my love?” After another agreeing hum from you, he walks back into his office, closes the doors, and sits back at his desk.

“You needed something, Lucifer?”

X

Lucifer felt humiliated at having been discovered peeping, but it wasn’t his fault he caught you and Diavolo having sex! (Even though the dark-haired demon is the one who decided it would be a good idea to crash your date, and even though he decided to stand and watch like a filthy pervert instead of leave.) Still, he walked into the office with his head held high and resolutely ignored the erection straining at his zipper, as well as the fact the prince was naked without a care in the world. “I require the budget data sheet.”

Diavolo laughs jovially, searching through the splattered papers that remained on his desk. “Of course, of course. Sorry about that, old friend,” he smiles, but there was something unpleasant about the expression. The auburn-haired demon holds out the sheet in question and narrows his eyes. “Did you see anything you liked?”

Lucifer took the sheet with stiff fingers, ignoring the clear liquid that spotted it. “No.” he lies, even though he knows its useless- Diavolo always knew when someone was lying.

The edge in the prince’s gaze sharpened, contrasting the companionable slap he gives to the Avatar of Pride. “Good. And remember,” Diavolo guided his friend out of the room. “____ belongs to me.”

The other demon nods, walking away, intent on returning to the HoL as soon as possible. After all, he had a very busy night ahead of him, filled with fucking his fist to the memory of your voice.