#i've never written smut before so i hope this is good enough jkcdncdjk

[gnocchighoul]

Might i request an hc on HOW EACH OF THE BOYS WOULD REACT TO WALKING IN ON MC SLEEPING PANTLESS bc they passed tf out after mastrubating 😘😘

ofc you can bby 😘

This post is just for the 7 brothers, if you want hcs for Volo, Barb, Simeon, and Solomon too, just lmk 💙

warnings: somnophilia, dubious consent

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Lucifer

Oh, you sweet thing. Toys? Really? After he specifically told you to wait? Now that just won't do.

So desperate that you refused to wait for him—well, then. He’s going to have to punish you now, isn’t he?

He uses your toy—thrusting it in and out of you, burying it deep inside your pussy, watching the way you clench around the vibrating object. Fucks you slowly awake—whimpering and jerking your hips against the intrusion that has you so full, sparks shooting up your spine. He takes his time, a hand on your hip—stilling your sleepy rutting.

He’s going to take you to the edge at his pace—toying with your clit, the slow drag of the toy against your velvety warm walls, right up against that little spot that makes you see stars, and then—

Nothing. You’re clenching open air.

He knocks your hand away when you reach for your clit with a desperate whine.

You didn’t really think it would be that easy now, did you?

Mammon

Oh, Mammon. Sweet Mammon.

He wasn’t going to do anything. Honest.

But you were just right there, so soft and warm and when he snuggled up to you, you had curled up against him so sweetly—

He rubs his half-hard erection against your glistening slit, slowly, so as not to wake you. Slipping through your sticky folds, bumping against your clit. Rutting mindlessly, lazily, until the head of his throbbing cock catches inside of your stretched out pussy and he’s groaning, bucking his hips up into your slick heat.

His cock is swallowed up by your dribbling cunt, hips pressed flush against your ass. His fingers move down to where you’re connected, flicking and rolling your clit around. You mewl in your sleep and clench—his hips stutter, pace faltering as he shoves his cock as deep as he can, filling you up with his cum.

Levi

He’s jealous... of a toy. That’s a first. 

The offending piece of pink silicone is still near your hand, glistening with your juices, and—

Oh. You’re not wearing any pants.

Hehehehehe. 

Levi doesn’t hesitate to shake you awake. As soon as you’re back in the world of the conscious, he’s slipping long, slender fingers inside of you, groaning at how tight and wet you feel around him. You cover your face when he spreads you open wide, watching how your pussy desperately clenches and twitches for something, anything.

You won’t have to beg much for him to fuck you—he’ll be more than happy to. He’s got a real cock and he knows how to use it, that’s so much better than any dumb old toy~

Satan

:)

Good thing you managed a short nap. Don’t expect much more sleep.

He takes you roughly—tanktop pushed up to your chin, as he sinks you down on his cock again and again. 

Crushing your body into the mattress, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. Buries his cock in you from behind, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. Strokes your spine and fists his other hand into your hair. Snaps his hips into your own until your knees give out. He holds you with one hand, the other sliding down your front to rub at your clit until you’re a keening, writhing mess—and he takes you again and again, all night long.

Asmo

Asmo would wake you up gently—pressing small kisses to your eyelids, cheeks, the tip of your nose, until you’re blinking away the sleep. At the first sign of you being awake, he’ll slip down the mattress, pushing your thighs apart with his shoulders, peppering teasing kisses along the soft skin of your inner thighs.

When you whine at him to get to it already, he’ll narrow his eyes—nip at your thigh with sharp incisors, then lick the full length of your slit with the flat of his tongue. Asmo’s fingers press up inside you, curling to reach that wonderful spot he knows you just can’t reach on your own. Laps at your pussy and curls the tip of his tongue around the little nub until fire is pooling in your tummy and your hand lands in his hair, threading through caramel colored locks as you grind against his mouth.

Beel

This goes one of two ways, depending on his mood. Either he’s going to be a sweetie—cover you up and let you sleep, or:

He’s going to wriggle himself into the space between your legs—lapping at the puffy lips of your cunt with his fleshy pink tongue. He takes his time pulling you apart—slow, savoury suckles that are meant to devour. Wet and sloppy.

When you start to squirm, he’ll settle a large hand on your tummy, splaying his fingers out to pin you down and hold you still. You’re not allowed to buck up against his mouth.

He'll keep you there for hours, spurred on by your desperate mewling and sobs.

He can’t help the slow, involuntary rutting of his hips into the mattress, but, he won’t bounce you up and down on the heavy weight of his cock just yet—no, not until you’re sopping wet, your eyes glazed over, and you’re all soft and pliant in his arms.

Belphie

:(

Why didn't you invite him? You know how he loves to watch. 

He could have helped, even—could have sat you in his lap, rubbed lazy circles around your clit while you fucked yourself open.

Did you really think you were going to have all the fun without him? Well, no matter. He’s here now.

Belphie is going to stretch you out on his cock. Smears the tip, dripping with precum, across your wet heat—then sinks into your fucked out, weeping pussy, filling you up nice and snug. Rocking slowly, gently, into your tight, wet heat, toying with your swollen little clit until your hole is twitching, milking him like a good little fucktoy. If you wake up, he’ll stay buried inside of you, balls deep—tell you what a good girl you are and put you back to sleep on his cock.

((part 2 with the undateables))