#nsft obey me

[saeyoungchoismaid]

Sleeping Beauty

Pairing: Asmo x f!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: sexsomina, (consensual) somnophilia, blowjobs, cowgirl style, and I think that's it

Summary: You awake to find Asmo having a wet dream—or is it? Either way, you take him for a ride while he continues to slumber

WC: 1.4k words

Kinktober Day 17

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You grunt as you open your eyes, blearily looking at the white–sorry, eggshell–wall in front of you. For a moment, you try to fall back asleep, but it's then you feel the prominent poking of something on your ass Or…that’s what you thought anyway. The normal fondling or dirty talk that your lover would pair with it on nights like these was completely absent. 

You raise a brow.

Odd. 

Looking over your shoulder at Asmo, you find him, assumingly, still sound asleep. The longer you stare, the more awake you begin to feel. This is when you notice his current state.

He’s sweating all over, face red and scrunched up in what seems to be a mix of pain and pleasure. His chest is moving fast with his labored breathing, and he occasionally lets out quiet whimpers and moans. While finding Asmo in the middle of a wet dream, or waking up to the occasional morning wood pressing against you, was a normal occurrence, you’re pretty sure that’s not what was going on here. 

You bite your lip as you slowly roll over to face him, careful not to wake him. You lift up the blanket, revealing the silk pajama bottoms that he always wears. Well, they aren’t so much pajamas as they are underwear. He either wears these or nothing at all. As of right now though, they’re strained from how hard he is and a wet patch is growing by his hip. The sight alone has you sinking your teeth into your bottom lip harder, your eyes moving up his body to his face once more. 

You recall the talk you’ve had before about sex when one of you is asleep, mainly he was asking you what you thought about it since pretty much anything is hot to him. You were unsure of it at first, but after being with him for so long, you’d trust him with your life. 

Typically it’s always him waking you up by licking your folds or stretching you out with his fingers before filling you up with his thick cock. 

Maybe tonight though it can be your turn. 

You lick your lips at the thought, cautiously pushing the blanket off of you both. You then sit up and assess him for a moment. Goosebumps rise on his wet skin from the cool air touching his sweaty body. His nipples harden too, his body quivering before going still again. 

You leisurely make your way down the bed and position yourself between his legs, moving them apart bit by bit to fit you better. Once laid out on your tummy, you ghost your hands up his thighs before gripping the top of his silk bottoms. You stare up at his face to study his reaction as you slip them down his smooth legs. His body has no response other than his full cock springing up to slap against his toned stomach. 

You lick and spit on your hand before wrapping it around his member, going slow as your raise and drop your fist around his shaft. Your eyes flicker back up to his face when he starts thrusting into your hand and moans. You pout, expecting him to be awake now since he’s moving so much and making louder noises. To your surprise though, he still remains asleep even as he clenches the sheets in his hands and thrusts up into your tight grip. 

You bite your lip as you watch him do all the work, just keeping your fist tight as you allow him to please himself. You gasp when his cum suddenly spurts out and lands on your face, you turn your head away and feel the rest of it land on your hair and cheek. Your nose wrinkles in disgust, but you don’t feel that way for long when you turn to look back at him. 

You find that the pinch between his brow is gone, the part of his expression that showed pain now subsiding into full pleasure. He’s panting harshly now, chest and cock flushed red much like his face. You lick your lips as you lean forward to give his still-hard dick a lick. God, you love demon biology. You wrap your mouth around the tip and give the top a little suck, observing how his body writhes beneath you. You gag a bit when he suddenly jolts up and shoves his cock halfway down your mouth. You pull back and take a deep breath as you study him, checking to see if he’s still asleep. After confirming he is, you go back down to continue your blowjob. You lick and suck on his member like it’s a melting popsicle, panting as you start to get more and more worked up. When you feel him twitch in your mouth, signaling he’s about to cum again, you pull back. You catch your breath as you stare up at him, noticing he’s started to sweat more and is panting just as hard as you. 

After catching your breath, you go up on your knees and slip your own bottoms off. Your slick sticks to the panties as you slip them off, it breaking off and landing on your thigh. You whine in anticipation as you crawl over him, reaching down to grab him and giving him a few pumps. You then angle him upwards and rub the head against your heat. You gasp when his hands suddenly come up and grip your thighs. You look up at his face to find his eyes are still closed, and the grip on your legs is a weak one. 

With that thought in mind, you slowly sink down onto his cock. You let out a whimper before biting your lip to silence yourself, looking up from where he’s entering you to look at his face once more. You continue to observe him as you bottom out, your jaw unhinging as your pussy clenches around him. You take a few moments to adjust to his size before you rise yourself up before dropping back down just before his member could leave your hole. 

You start up a steady rhythm, watching his slack body jerk and flop on the bed with each of your bounces. Despite how hard you’re trying, you start to weakly moan. You tilt your head back as you continue to bounce on his cock, running your hands along both of your chests. You moan loudly when you feel cum suddenly shoot inside of you, your head tipping back up to look down at him. His eyes are open now and he has his usual o-face on, but his eyes are glassy and far away. Your hands land on his chest for leverage as you quickly pick up the pace to bring yourself to your peak. 

You clench and squeeze around him as you cum, both of your ecstasies dripping down your thighs and wetting his body. You slowly come to a stop and you look back up at him only to find his eyes closed, soft snores escaping his mouth. Did he wake up only to fall back asleep right after? 

You huff and shrug it off as you pull him out of you, quickly dashing to his private bathroom to clean yourself up. You come back out afterward with a warm rag and begging to clean him up. After that, you lay back down beside him and fall asleep almost immediately. 

You’re woken up in the morning to kisses on your naked shoulder and neck. “Good morning, my love. How’d you sleep?” he coos, leaning on one elbow and looking down at you. You hum and wipe the sleep from your eyes, smirking up at him afterward. 

“Wonderfully after last night,” you coo seductively. He smirks at that for a moment before realizing something. 

“What do you mean?” he asks, brushing some stray hair out of your face. You also become confused. 

“Last night. Sex. Ringing any bells?” Asmo’s shaped brows furrow as he shakes his head. 

“Sorry, my little dove. No bells have been rung,” he says dramatically before giving you a kiss. “Maybe I rocked your world in your dream,” he says teasingly against your lips, biting down on the bottom one. You hum and pull away, shaking your head. 

“No, it was real, babe. Look,” you say, motioning to his chest and neck where you had marked him last night. He pulls away from you to look at where you’re motioning. 

“Oh,” he says surprised. You raise a brow as you wait for more of a reaction, but receive none as he suddenly pops another kiss onto your lips and rolls out of bed. “Would you like breakfast, mon chéri?” You sigh as you watch him slide his silk robe on. Guess it’s not much of a surprise for him.

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[inactiveobeymeblog]

Hcs of all the brothers with an MC who has too much stamina to tire them out and beg the MC to stop?

A/N: Sorry that it’s a “bit” late, but I did manage to get it done! Also, OMFG YES PLEASE. Hopefully I kept within range of your request with the bros. I tried to stay on task! I also depicted the MC to go rough and hard on the brothers so hopefully that's to your taste.

Rating: NSFW

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Warning(s): Gender Neutral MC, no genitalia descriptions for MC but there is mentions of creampies, no pronouns for MC, no description of MC’s body or personality, bottom/sub brothers, top/dom MC

Other Tags: Overstimulation, begging, teasing, rough sex, fucked dumb, GN!MC, creampie, hair pulling, prostate milking, (etc, etc,) may be short or long depending on the character

Lucifer (Hair pulling, Overstimulation, Prostate milking, Creampie)

The first time you went down on him, he was winded

The way you pull his hair as you fuck him brutally has him whining

He thought he wouldn’t make noise, but you proved him wrong immediately

He can’t even form a simple sentence with how much you’re milking his prostate

The only words that come out of his mouth is flurries of “please”, “fuck”, and “I can’t”

He’s climaxing at least eight times before you’re spent

He’d be filled up so much it practically pouring out of him

He would also be really sore the next morning

You’d be on cleaning duty for a week

Mammon (Teasing, Fucked dumb, Begging, Overstimulation)

He’s all in (this man goes wild for it)

Doesn’t matter the place or time. If you’re in the middle of class and you get horny, he’s at your beck and call

But when you finally go down on him, you start off slow

He hates it and it’s fun teasing him

But when it comes to fucking him dumb, you make sure to go hard

He’s moaning screaming your name while begging for you to go harder

But after his first orgasm and you’re still going, he tends to get more whiny

He’d beg for you to slow down only for you to get faster

And after you’re both finished, he counts the days until the next time it happens again

Leviathan (Overstimulation, Lingerie, Begging, Fucked dumb)

He’s also definitely getting overstimulated

He’s in his demon form when you rail him so he can wrap his tail around your waist to pull you closer to him

He would place your hands on his hips no matter what position you’re in because he loves the feel of the bruising the next morning (he loves that shit)

After his second orgasm he has his tongue out and his eyes are rolled into the back of his head

He’s begging for you to go harder, to go faster, to do more

But when you both finish at the same time, he climaxes with a cry while you bury yourself the deepest you can go inside him

He’s whining and gasping as you clean him up

You’re also the one to put him to bed because you already know he’s going to be passed out

Satan (Cowgirl position, Overstimulation, Begging)

He likes to compete with you

“Who has more stamina” he says, but he knows he’s clocking out first

When this happens, he’s riding you at a brutal pace

You meet his bounces halfway and you always rub his prostate spot on and it makes him drool

Somewhere along the way, he gives up and just lets you ram into him as he sits on you

He makes a mess on your chest the first couple of orgasms

After a while, he gets too overwhelmed and he begs the best he can to get you to slow down and that he “can’t” and he’s going to cum

It takes a while for you to finish, and he feels relieved

But only you expected it when you flipped him over and continued to slam into him faster than before

Asmodeus (Overstimulation, Spanking, Rope bondage, Begging)

This man is a freak when it comes to your high stamina

He’s using it to the best of his ability because he too has a lot of stamina

He likes to test who can last longer

Sometimes it’s him and sometimes it’s you; it all depends if he plays with your kinks and fetishes

If he’s to finish first, you’ll have to tie him up and make him “beg for mercy” as he puts it

You must give him what he wants or else he’ll complain (and most likely ruin the mood)

But once you both finally get into the mood, he DOES beg and he does it so good

His whines and whimpers play like a broken record and it only makes you go faster

You don’t stop until you’re satisfied

Beelzebub (Overstimulation, Gags, Begging (whining))

Beelzebub will need a gag or something for him to bite or he’ll bite through whatever he gets in between his teeth (that could also be you)

He might also make claw marks on whatever surface he’s on

He’s whining through the gag and tears will start to form in his eyes because he’s easily overstimulated. Especially when you’re going so rough

It takes a little extra to make him climax but with the sheer amount of stamina you have, it’s an easy feat

You stroke him in time with your thrusts and he finishes with muffled screams and moans

When you’re done, he’s tuckered out and he needs some cuddling

Pull him into your lap and you’re stuck with him for the rest of the day

Belphegor (Overstimulation, Begging, Dirty talk)

He’s not really active during most days so when it seems like you aren’t going to stop any time soon, he’s hypersensitive

He’s not used to it so he’s struggling to breathe from the overwhelming sensation of you

He’d say “wait” a thousand times and he’d plead to get you to slow down

At one point, you do, but only where he looks like a complete wreck

He’d whine and ask you why you slowed down, but you just wanted to wait a little longer before finishing

When you do finish, you’re whispering dirty promises into his ear as you stroke him to his final dry orgasm

Almost immediately when you start the aftercare process, he almost falls asleep after being physically drained of all his strength

He wouldn’t say he was opposed to it either…

[sussypique]

She’s soooooo

[devildomwriter]

More NSFT factoids, please pleaaase and thank you! 😮‍💨✨

That was basically all of them since the game isn’t specifically for adults but maybe these facts will suffice

• When given a truth serum Mammon confessed what he really wanted to do with MC and everything had to be censored

• Satan once tried to have sex with MC in the forest after they got lost

• When MC chooses to seduce Beelzebub, anything they say works but he reacts most to MC saying they wouldn’t mind if he nibbled them.

• I forgot about this scene, but Asmodeus is also an option you can sleep with in game.

• In season two all the brothers fell under the effects of Hellfire newt syrup which is mainly used in remedies and elixirs meant to restore and revitalize the body as well as stimulate sexual desires specifically towards humans. Simeon indirectly invented it.

• Some food in the Devildom increases human pheromones to the extent even Barbatos must flee to escape giving into temptation.

• When giving advice for winning dating sims Leviathan went into such explicit detail that Satan regretted asking

• In season two Beelzebub licked remaining food off MC’s mouth.

[pseudonymphomania]

Could I trouble you with a Barbatos request? Something with him being "totally lowkey" attention seeking with his booty (+ Demon form and elevated tail optional) and/or Diavolo or Sheep!MC touching the booty? SFW preferable, however I would certainly not be opposed to a rather cheeky non-SFW if you were inspired to lewd the Buttler 👉👈

[thedevildompolybunch]

Irresistible Attraction (Mammon X Body Insecure MC) 18+ Fluffy Smut

Sorry this took so long! I kept rewriting it trying to make it perfect! I’m excited to have finally completed it and I hope you like it! Thank you (Unknown if they want to be tagged) for the writing prompt. This has been a labor of love! I learned so much writing this! 

Summary: When Mammon realizes MC is avoiding his sexual advances, he attempts to figure out what’s going on. 

What to Expect: smut, AFAB, fluff, established relationship, unprotected sex, crying, insecurity, negative self talk, polycoded, Mammon is pushy and greedy but means well, MC is wearing pants and a shirt, shallowing, gender neutral, cum on body. 

I’m currently not accepting writing prompts, and plan to in the future once I get my guidelines situated. I was just super in love with the idea! 

Vulgar Language: cunt, pussy, cock, vagina, general swearing such as fuck, shit etc. 

Other ways to read (usually better formatting due to length)

Privatter.net (This version allows you to input your MC’s name and have it inserted into the story. Password: TheGreatMammon)

Archive of Our Own 

Chapter 1: Alone at Last

The unbearable tension that grew between Mammon and you was no longer ignorable. The two of you sat on his sofa making out while some video neither of you planned to watch continued to play. 

Wrapping a hand behind your thigh, he effortlessly hiked you onto his lap to deepen the kiss. The feel of your tongue against his was waning on his already diminishing inhibitions.

“Ya know, this is all your fault human.” 

He broke the kiss, his lips sensually brushing past yours as he began to speak. 

“If ya didn’t go and tease me.” 

His tone was labored with ecstasy as he blamed you for both of your desires. 

“...This nevuh woulda happened.”

And, he was right, it truly did feel that way. Mammon’s sin gave him the insatiable desire to pursue all things that were valuable, and you were one of the greatest jewels. 

With both hands on your hips, he grinded you against the bulge of his pants. The pressure of his cock tempting your already swollen cunt. 

“Ya like that treasure?”

His question begged for your praise and his body demanded it. Rocking harder, he drew moan after moan out of you. The ownership of your current pleasure further enticing the greed that already resided inside him. 

“Fuck…” 

He bit at his bottom lip in an attempt to maintain his composure.

It didn’t work. 

Desperately he clawed into your thighs; steadying you as he rocked you into his wave-like motion.  The peak of each ripple elevating both of your arousals. 

He couldn’t take it anymore. His urges were becoming unmanageable and he would do anything to have more of you.

Leaning back, he caressed your sides, pulling at your shirt in an attempt to remove it. 

“Oh look, I’ve been wanting to see this.” 

Your words were random and they caught him off guard. Pointing over at the tv, you redirected his attention; using the moment to seamlessly adjust your shirt to cover back up.

Mammon looked over, only to see a video that neither of you would have wanted to watch. In fact, he wasn’t even sure what was playing at this point because it was just some random recommendation from Deviltube. Wait…was that an ad?

“Yo, are you serious!?”

Mammon was offended. The last few weeks everything had been more interesting than him, or at least he felt that way, and now you wanted to watch some random ad over fooling around with him? What the fuck was going on? 

“MC, ya got a problem or somethin’?” 

His callout made you freeze. He hadn’t said anything about the way you’ve been acting lately and you hoped it would have remained that way. 

“Like, I know you ain’t tryin' to watch that.” 

He gestured to the ad as it ended. Ugh, what bad timing. You thought to yourself. In all fairness you would have never pointed to the tv if you had known. 

“Sorry, I thought it was something else.”

You attempted to cover up your failing lie, but Mammon didn’t buy it.

“Seriously, what’s goin on?” 

Couldn’t he just let it go? 

“Mammon, I promise; nothing’s up. I just got a little nervous.”

You tried your luck at a half truth, but it seemed that it wasn’t in your cards to outwit him today. 

“That ain’t true, ya been actin’ weird for a bit.”

Been actin’ weird for a bit? Are you kidding me, he noticed? 

Of course he noticed. Mammon noticed most things about you, he loved to. But just this once, couldn’t he just leave it alone? It had nothing to do with him. 

The thoughts in your mind were racing and soon it was hard to find the right words. 

“We don’t gotta do this if ya don’t wanna.” 

That wasn’t it. You did ‘wanna’, you just couldn’t get out of your head long enough for that to happen. 

It had been weeks that you had been rejecting him, with little to no explanations, and he was beginning to wonder if you even liked him at all. 

“Oi! MC! Ya hear me?”

Mammon broke the silence with his worry, snapping his fingers in front of your face in an attempt to help you regain consciousness.

“We don’t gotta do nothin’ if ya..” 

His attempts at comfort only increased your anxiety. 

“N-no, no, that’s not it…Its…”

You began to stutter, quickly trying to find the words to make the conversation end. 

“What, What is it then?”

His fears cut you off, trying to speed up your answers. What did he do wrong? Why were you having so much trouble talking to him? 

“Did somethin’ happen?”

He was asking questions faster than you could answer, and even faster than you could process. 

Overwhelmed, you rushed for the door, Mammon swiftly following behind. 

“HEY! Wait, would ya?!” 

He reached out for your arm. 

“Leave me alone!”

Avoiding his grasp, you ran off; slamming the door behind you. 

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“And, you didn’t do anything?”

Asmo inquired after Mammon explained what had just happened. 

“What makes ya always think I did somethin’? I’m askin’ for your help, and this is what I get?”

“So, is that a no...or?”

“Asmo, I ain’t bein’ funny. You got that thing with MC tonight, ya gotta figure out what’s up.” 

“I don’t know, what’s in it for me? ♪”

The nerve. That was Mammon’s job. 

“You kiddin’ me? Nothin’, the satisfaction of helpin’ your older brother out.”

“Yeah, I don’t know about that.”

“I don’t want to hear ya askin’ me for nothin’ ever again then.” 

“Hun, you're the last demon I’d ask for something.”

Mammon let out a groan of frustration. Resorting to his next best plan…guilt. 

“I can’t believe you would treat your older brother like this! After all I’ve done for ya…”

His animated hand motions expressed his annoyance. 

“Like that time I returned your bracelet back to ya instead of sellin’ it.” 

“You were the one who stole it, sweetie.”

“Point bein’, I didn’t sell it! I brought it back to ya! That thing was worth major grimm, I coulda made bank!”

He left out the part where he only returned it because he was caught in the middle of the transaction. 

Asmo rolled his eyes, his next words, putting Mammon out of his misery. 

“Alright, I’ll do it.” 

It took Mammon a moment to realize that Asmo had agreed to his plea. 

“Oh, and how abou...Really?”

“Yeah, why not?” 

Asmo shrugged as if the answer had been easy all along. Because it had. The moment he realized it was something involving you, he knew he was going to say yes. It was just an added bonus to be able to get under Mammon’s skin for a bit. 

Pulling out his phone, he reminded you of your date; reassuring Mammon that he was serious. 

Asmo: “Don’t forget 😉”

MC: “Wouldn’t miss it!”

Chapter 2: Spilling the Tea 

Asmo laid next to you on his bed in nothing more than a robe. The floral smell of his body oil was soothing yet overwhelming. 

“So, these were the earlier designs and I thought they were a bit boring, so I came out with these…”

He opened a velvet lined box that revealed the prototypes of a new ring collection he had been designing for his jewelry line.

“Aren't they just perfect? No need to answer that, I designed them, I know they are! ♡”

Winding down with Asmo was pleasant. He’d always have a warm cup of tea waiting for you, a new beauty product to try…usually several, and he led most of the conversation; leaving you to just sit there and relax as he kept you updated on all things him.

“Oh and that’s not even the best part, the finished ones are each going to have their own unique charm that grants the wearer a different magical effect.” 

He continued to fill you in. 

“...I haven’t figured out all the details yet because I need to run it by Diavolo, and all, but I absolutely think everyone will love this line, I mean, how couldn’t you? ♡” 

Asmo sprung up with enthusiasm at his own bragging.  

“Try one on! I’d bet these would look just stunning on you!”

Pulling a ring out of the box, he slid it onto your finger, holding your hand in his palm to get a better view. 

“aaaannnnd…look at that, I was right.”

He moved your hand around to let the ring shine. 

“That looks absolutely gorgeous on you! ♡ ”

Admiring it for a few more moments, he sensually caressed the tips of your fingers with his thumb. 

“But, that’s not a surprise, everything looks gorgeous on you.”

His words were sweet and complemented by a wink and a smile.

“ Speaking of… ♪” 

 He let go of your hand. 

“That outfit I ordered you last week, It came in this morning, right?”

Removing the ring from your finger, he placed it back into the box. 

“Have you tried it on yet? Do you love it? I bet you look absolutely Devilgramable in it!”

Asmo sat up in excitement at the thought, eagerly awaiting your feedback. 

“I haven’t had time to try it on yet.”

“Awww, really?”

He pouted in disappointment.

“...I wanted to see it.”

Silence filled the air for a moment as Asmo sulked. He really wanted to know what it looked like on you because he was positive it would accentuate your best features. 

“...Oooh! You know what!”

He perked up with enthusiasm, eager to express the thought that had popped into his head. 

“I have a fun idea! Why don’t we try on outfits for each other? I have one I’ve been wanting to show you and I wouldn’t mind seeing how you look in the one I bought!”

Your stomach dropped. That sounded like anything but fun. Because the truth was, you had tried on that outfit; you just hated it. 

The concept was cute, you loved how it looked when Asmo and you saw it on the rack; but after actually seeing it on yourself; you felt that it highlighted all your insecurities. How were you going to tell him that? He was so modelesque, it was intimidating.

“I’d rather not, I’m kind of tired.”

Strange. Asmo thought to himself, noticing the subtle shift in your demeanor. This was similar to what Mammon had described to him earlier. 

“You ok, sweetie?”

He was relieved to finally get the chance to inquire about your problem. It had been on his mind since Mammon had brought it to his attention, and he was finding it unusually difficult to think about only himself.

“Y-Yeah, Yeah, I’m fine.”

Noticing your growing discomfort, he took your hand into his. 

“Hun, you’re not fooling anyone. What’s going on?” 

His thumb caressed over the top of your palm to show his support.

“You told me you loved that outfit in the shop and now it’s like you could care less about it, and a little birdy told me you’ve been avoiding their advances lately.” 

Wow, subtle. Wasn’t anything private in this house? 

“So, Mammon talked to you?”

“He might have said something… ♪”

His fingers played with yours in an attempt to soothe you. 

“Plllleeaaase don’t be mad at me. I just want to be here for you.” 

He pleaded for your forgiveness.

“Come on, you know you can talk to me.”

His tone was warm and his smile was inviting, complimenting his already striking features. Fuck he was beautiful…He was always so beautiful. He could pull off anything he wore and even when he thought he didn’t look good, he did. How could you even begin talking to him about what was going on? What would he think? 

The words once again struggled to find their way out of your mouth as you attempted to confide in him. 

“I-I-I don’t like the way I look.” 

Asmo’s face dropped at the meaning of what you said. His hand gripping yours tighter to show his support. 

“I-I don't know, I just don’t think I look good in most things.”

Your voice cracked as you held back tears, battling the thoughts in your head. You weren’t quite sure how to explain your issue to Asmo the Avatar of Lust; and rightly self proclaimed the avatar of beauty. 

“Like, what would Mammon even think if he saw me naked?”

Tears began to roll down your face as you confessed your fears. 

“Oh sweetie…”

He cupped your face into his hands, guiding your gaze to his to show his sincerity. 

“That you’re the hottest being he’d ever seen.” 

His eyes welled up with tears as he expressed his truth. He could relate to your insecurities; he too felt insecure about his body from time to time. It was constantly a losing game, and it broke his heart to think you were feeling the same. 

“I don’t know how to tell you this lovely, but you’re wrong. You're one of the prettiest beings I’ve laid my eyes on.”

The tears he was holding back, slowly began to drip down his face.

“Before you,  I’ve never met anyone who’s come close to matching my beauty.”

His lips grazed against yours as he resisted the impulse to kiss you; fearing it may tarnish his intentions. 

“And, I’ve been to 3 worlds.”

Pulling you into his comforting embrace, he rubbed his hands up and down your back in an attempt to soothe your stress.

“MC, I’m obsessed with the way you look, almost as much as I’m obsessed with the way I do. I wouldn’t want you to change it for the world. We are easily the hottest couple to walk down the streets of the Devildom and our presence together is unmatched.” 

His voice rang softly into your ear, as he snuggled you tighter into his arms.

“You are so attractive. And I think anyone would be lucky to see you naked.” 

Releasing you from his embrace, he settled down next to you. Guiding your head to rest against his shoulder. 

“Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and I don’t even want to leave the house.”

Taking in a breath of air to stifle the remaining tears he had left; he attempted to connect with you. 

“I don’t always feel pretty either…”

He gently massaged the top of your head, slowly easing you both to sleep. 

“...As shocking as that may seem.”

Leaning back, you both rested on each other in silence; the sweet aroma of tea and perfume comforting your spiraling thoughts. 

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It was the middle of the night when Asmo was awoken by the buzz of his phone.

“Yo!” 

“Hey!” 

“I know ya seein this!” 

“Asmo!”

“Ya betta not be doin’ anything funny with MC.”

“Ya suppose to be helpin’ me out dontcha forget!”

“Imma just message ya till ya respond.” 

Tiredly Asmo attempted to respond, only to be interrupted by an incoming call from Mammon.

Hitting the reject button before the sound could disrupt your sleep he followed up with a text. 

“Calm down sweetie, I got your answer.”

Chapter 3: Irresistible Attraction 

Sitting up on your bed, you checked your phone…nothing. Mammon hadn’t talked, texted or seen you since that night and you wondered how long it would be until he did. It was unlike him to stay upset with you for this long, usually by now he would have at the very least come up with an excuse to talk to you. 

But, maybe he didn’t want to talk to you anymore.

Maybe Asmo reported back to Mammon like you suspected he would.

And, Maybe Mammon decided that he was done with you. 

Ugh, the thought of that put a pit in your stomach. Closing the messenger app, you switched to Devilgram; hoping the endless scroll would drown out your unwanted thoughts. 

“Are you blind or just stupid!?”

The sound of Mammon’s voice bursting into the room startled you. 

“I hear ya don’t think ya look good?”

He slammed the door behind himself as he made his way towards the bed. 

“I don’t know where ya got that dumb idea from, cause it ain’t true. I mean look at ya…”

His hand gestured in the air to check out your body as he questioned the information as though he got it wrong. 

“...You’re the fuckin hottest.” 

Plopping down at the foot of the bed, he continued. 

“Like, how can ya even think that?”

Mammon was at a loss. He checked you out for a moment to try to imagine what you saw. But he couldn’t, he could never think of you as unattractive. Was your mirror in your room broken or somethin?  

“What? Do ya gotta hear me say it?”

In all honesty, you did. It was hard to say it to yourself sometimes and how did you know Mammon actually did feel that way? Nodding your head yes, your words came out as a whisper. 

“Yeah…” 

It was embarrassing to answer him. But, it was even more embarrassing for him to answer you. 

“Yo, like, really?”

He shifted in his spot to expel anxiety. 

“I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

But he did want to. He just couldn’t get out of his own thoughts long enough to…oh. 

The correlation between your feelings became clear to him. 

Truth be told, Mammon didn’t want to tell you all that stuff, because what were you going to think of him? He can’t be soft and sensitive; he was a demon after all and that wasn’t cool.

But, you not knowing how attractive he found you, that also wasn’t cool. Looking away, he rubbed the back of his neck to soothe his nerves, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. 

“I think ya look pretty amazin’.”

His confession was unpoetic but genuine. 

“Like, really amazin’…” 

He paused nervously between his words. 

“...I can’t stop looking at ya.”

His hands and eyes gestured towards you in an expressive motion that attempted to get you to see what he saw. 

Leaning beside you on the bed, he rested on his arm; as he continued his monologue. 

“Like, ya know those statues we learned about in human world history? The ones that are usually naked and shit?” 

the Greek ones? Confused about where this was going, you continued to listen to Mammon as he attempted to clarify his motives. 

“Yeah, ya make me think of those. Because like, they're pretty and stuff.”

“I remember hearin’ from Lucifer that they were known for their ‘natural beauty’ or some shit and it made me think about how they’re a lot like you.”

His heart rate began to pick up as he went on, his eyes checking out your body.

“I don’t know what to tell ya MC…”

His cock tightened his pants.

“I think ya fuckin’ hot” 

Blush lit up his face as he swallowed the feelings of his arousal; his gaze returning back to yours. 

“Besides, ya betta stop insultin’ me. The Great Mammon doesn’t just stare at anything, ya know?” 

His hand cupped your face; the flat of his thumb sensually rolling over the softness of your lips.

“So, cut it out with this ‘I don’t look pretty,’ trash.”

His words aimed to disprove you as his face leaned closer to yours. 

“Cause ya are pretty…”

He kissed your lips. Pulling away to berate you once more. 

“...Stupid….” 

With his face just a few inches away from yours, his eyes begged asked for another kiss. To which you responded with your lips against his. The validation of your interest re-igniting the weeks of tension that had built up between the two of you. 

Rolling you into the mattress, he slipped his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your moans of ecstasy as they escaped your lips.

Oh how badly he'd been wanting you. And the feeling of your body writhing underneath his told him just how much you wanted him too. 

Steadying himself onto his knees between your legs, he removed his shirt; following it up by sliding yours up and over your breasts; purposely keeping the fabric on to accommodate your comfort. 

He took a moment to admire your body as it laid before him, his hands caressing up and down your shape. 

“I ain’t got a clue what you see, Treasure.”

His words reassured you of his unconditional attraction.

“Because ya body is bangin’” 

Resting his hands on either side of your head, he leaned in; kissing the skin of your neck. 

Small whimpers of desire escaped your lips as he worked his way down the front of your body. The temperature of his labored breaths, only adding to the already tantalizing sensation. 

Your fingers desperately clutched at his hair as he sucked the top of your breasts, leaving small marks of possession. 

Continuously he made his way down, his lips appreciating every part of your body they came across, until he was stopped by the waistband of your pants. 

Biting the fabric, he pulled at the top with his teeth, using his hands to assist him in sliding them over your ass and off your body.

Damn. He thought, as he checked you out. What was it ya didn’t like? 

He growled as he nipped at the skin of your calves, pecking his way back up to your neck. His body pressing up against yours as he leaned in. The bulge of his pant’s applying pressure to your sensitive clit. 

“Yo, ya gotta stop doin’ this to me…” 

You moaned as you felt him twitch. The wetness from your arousal seeping through his pants.

“Ya know it’s hard for a Demon to resist somethin’ like you.” 

Fully succumbing to his sin; he balanced on one arm to release his cock. You whimpered as it rested against your swollen cunt, slowly being rocked by the movement of his returning kiss.

Thrusting his hips, Mammon’s shaft continued to tease your folds. The repeated friction teetering you on the edge.

Fuck! You thought. The ache between your legs was insufferable. And with each sway of his hips it was only getting worse.

Instinctively you pulled him in, grinding back in an attempt to keep it going. Fuck, he felt so good, you were so close, you could just…

The tip of Mammon’s cock slid inside you by mistake; causing you both to let out moans that could be heard from outside of the room. 

Re-orienting himself, he swayed barely an inch into your entrance; stimulating all the sensitive nerves that resided there. Your body trembled as he teased the most shallowest parts of your vagina.

Mammon was greedy in every way, and that included when it came to your pleasure. In this moment; every moan, movement, and gasp that came from you was his, and only his; and nothing tempted his sin more. 

Stepping off the bed, Mammon pulled you to the edge; positioning your legs on either side of his waist to give himself more control. 

His heart raced as he slid himself back into you, both your bodies shaking with euphoria  as he slowly worked himself in and out, gradually increasing his depth. The adrenaline that was rushing through the both of yous was no longer able to be ignored.

Tilting your hips to reach the correct angle, Mammon filled you with his length, growling as his hips met yours. 

You tightened your thighs together as he thrusted deep into you, grinding his curve up against your g-spot. Your pussy twitching around him as he controlled the rhythm of his hips.

Purposely he maintained a speed that was less than you wanted; indulging in the whimpers of your desires. Leaning his hands on the bed, he lost himself in the image of your body, mesmerized by the beauty of your motions below him. 

He was so in love with you, he couldn’t believe it. He’d pleasure you all day if you’d let him, but he knew he couldn’t because eventually your human body would give up. 

Finally giving you what you wanted, he steadied his motion; rocking hard and consistently against your spot. At this point, being aroused was painful.

Please Please Please. You begged in your mind. You couldn't take it any more. Out of breath and dizzy you clawed into his back to try to release some of  your torturous pleasure. 

“Come on, Treasure.” 

Mammon cheered you on through his labored breaths. You both were reaching sexual exhaustion. You had played this game too long.

“Come on, MC.”

He gritted his teeth, carefully keeping the pace of his motion.

“Oh yes, like that.”

You praised him to make sure he would continue.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You were so fucking close!

Wrapping your legs around him you grinded hard onto your g-spot. The deep pressure stimulating your clit. 

“I-I-m, gonna…”

Your moans rang through the room as you came; the warm sensation of your orgasm pushing him dangerously over the edge. 

Pulling out, Mammon wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked; releasing himself onto your stomach. 

“Fuck, I fucking love you treasure.”

His hands once again resided on either side of your head as he caught his breath. Time felt as if it froze as the two of you attempted to center yourself. Mammon’s hair brushing past your face acting as your anchor. 

Stepping out of his pants, Mammon dropped to his forearms to kiss your lips; rubbing his thumbs caringly over the top of your forehead.

“I love you, MC.”

He kissed your lips again. 

“And there ain’t anythin’ in this world that could get me to stop.”

His eyes gazed into yours to show his sincerity. Kissing your lips a few more times, he began to return back to reality. 

He winced as he noticed the cold stickiness of his cum between the two of you. 

Standing up, he looked around the room for a rag, settling on his shirt by the foot of the bed; he cleaned you up and wiped himself off; tossing it to the side when he was done. 

He assisted you under the sheets, following in after you. Laying down, he pulled you onto his chest, wrapping his arm around your back to keep you close. The feeling of your heart beating against his side relaxed him.  

He could have stayed like this forever. He never wanted to leave you. Not now, not ever. The last couple of weeks without you were lonely like he had never known and he was glad to have you back in his arms. 

Mammon may not have understood exactly what made you feel this way, but he was more than happy to remind you how much he loved you time and time again if it would help.

Kissing your forehead, he snuggled you even tighter, falling asleep to the faint sounds of your tired breaths.

Original Prompt (paraphrased):

Mammon and MC are sitting in his room and he tries to do it with her a lot but they keep stopping him. One day he gets mad and asks Asmo for help so Asmo asks Mc what the reason is. They tell him that she feels insecure about her body, and he comforts her and when Asmo tells Mammon about it, he goes to her and makes love to them. 

[misc-obeyme]

CLOSES CAPTIONS‼️

FEED ME BOTTOM BARBATOS CONTENT AND MY LIFE IS YOURS‼️‼️

(please🙏)

Bows for barb

Very well. Your life is mine, then.

Here's some bottom!Barb with a male MC, hopefully that's okay. I haven't forgotten that I said I'd write some male MC smut, so.

male!MC x Barbatos

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: penetration (Barb receiving), also I think of this as established relationship but still in the early stages

There was a tension in the air. On the table before you, immaculately made tea and pastries were half consumed. On the chair beside you, Barbatos seemed to be deliberately avoiding your gaze.

At first you weren’t sure why he seemed to be unable to look at you directly. He had poured your tea with a soft smile, but his eyes stayed on the liquid the entire time.

Now that he was sitting beside you, busying himself with his own teacup, you saw the very beginnings of a light blush on his cheeks.

“Barbatos,” you said. You watched as he paused immediately, still not looking at you.

“Yes, MC?” he asked.

“I think you may have spilled some tea on your glove,” you said.

Barbatos put down his teacup and looked at his pristine white gloves. They were spotless. “Are you certain?”

“Pretty sure,” you said. “Here, let me see.”

You reached out and took one of his hands, pulling it toward you and inspecting the fabric. Of course there was nothing there, you already knew that. But when you glanced at Barbatos’s face, the blush had deepened just a little.

You turned his hand over in yours, examining it. “Hmm,” you said. “That’s odd. I could’ve sworn…”

You bent his wrist so that a strip of skin between the bottom of the glove and the beginning of his sleeve was exposed.

“Ah,” you said. “Here.”

“What-“ Barbatos began to say, but his words were cut off abruptly when you pressed your lips to his wrist.

You glanced up at his face, lips still lingering, and were thrilled to see that although his expression was schooled, his blush had deepened significantly.

“MC-“ Barbatos began to say, but you pulled him a little closer and interrupted him.

“What?” you asked, smirking. “Are you going to lecture me? There’s nobody here, Barbatos. You think I can’t tell when you’re holding back?”

Barbatos sighed. “You are too bold,” he said. “This is hardly an appropriate place.”

You had a choice to make. Either you could back off or you could push your luck. You knew that the latter was a gamble. You might make him angry and then all bets were off. But you really wanted to kiss him. And despite what he said, there seemed nowhere more appropriate than when the two of you were alone like this.

You kissed his wrist again. “Do you really want me to stop?” you asked, pulling his glove up so that you could kiss his palm.

You were shocked when Barbatos’s fingers suddenly gripped your jaw. It was a gentle hold, but firm enough to prevent you from moving further. He lifted your face to meet his eyes.

“I know you are trying to fluster me, MC,” he said. “Are you prepared to finish what you have started?”

Your eyes widened a little, taking in his stern but flushed expression. His words were so formal still, but you knew what he was saying.

“Will you let me?” you asked.

Barbatos searched your eyes, as if searching for his own answer in them.

You reached up and took the hand that was still holding your face. Barbatos allowed you to, his muscles going limp. “Why not give in just this once? Why not let yourself have what you want?”

You leaned closer, your face only inches from his, waiting. Barbatos’s lips opened, paused. You took the opportunity and kissed him.

The response was so much more than you had been anticipating. You could tell in that instant that the gamble had been worth it. His tongue met yours, his hands clutched at your uniform, he leaned himself into you, like he couldn’t get enough.

You used his momentum to pull him onto your lap. He wrapped an arm around you, putting his hand on your cheek as the kiss deepened.

You broke away to trail your lips down his neck, pulling his tie loose and opening the collar of his shirt so you could reach further down. You let your teeth graze his hot skin, enjoying the gasps your actions elicited.

Your hand trailed down his side and across his thigh, finding exactly what you were hoping for. Barbatos bit back a moan when you touched his erection.

You leaned your head against his chest. “Should I take care of this?” you asked teasingly.

Barbatos frowned down at you. “You say that as though you are not in a similar predicament,” he said. He wiggled a little, indicating that he could feel your erection beneath him.

You laughed because you weren’t expecting him to do something so cute. “Okay, I admit it,” you said, kissing his neck again. “So what do you propose we do?”

Barbatos looked down at you and his eyes grew dark with lust. The change that came over him made your stomach flip. He put his hand on your cheek, glove half off, the skin of his palm pressing against you.

“I think we’ve had enough tea, don’t you?” he asked, almost mildly.

You cocked your head in curiosity. “I would say so,” you said, playing along.

Barbatos slid off your lap, leaving your thighs almost unbearably cold. He leaned back against the table and folded his arms, raising an eyebrow at you.

You stood immediately, letting your chair slide back far enough that it was out of your way. You had your hands on his waist in the next second, holding him still while you kissed him.

To your satisfaction, he unfolded his arms and started tugging at your belt. It wasn’t long before he had your cock in his half gloved hand and you gasped into his mouth at the feel of it.

But you wanted to touch him, too. You wanted to see more of him. You undid the buttons of his jacket, pushing it off of him before undoing his tie completely. You made quick work of the rest of his buttons, letting his shirt hang open so you could kiss your way down his chest.

The noises he made in response filled you with an urgency you hadn’t quite had until that moment. You unclasped his cumberbund, letting it fall to the floor while you moved on to his pants.

When they were out of your way, you turned him around and pushed him down over the table. To your surprise, he let you. Somehow he managed to place his entire torso on it without disturbing anything, though several dishes clanked. You leaned over him and saw the way his cheeks had turned much darker than before.

You ran your hand down his flesh, his shirt bunched up to the middle of his back. You recited a short spell - an easy one that Asmo had taught you. Lube manifested in your hand and you slathered some of it over your cock before using the rest of it on Barbatos.

Barbatos squirmed beneath you as you placed your lubed up fingers inside of him. To your delight, he moaned and pushed himself back on them.

“MC,” he panted into the table. “Please hurry.”

It was the closest you’d get to begging from him. At least, for now. And you were too impatient to make him wait.

You leaned down and left a trail of kisses along his spine. Then you slowly pressed your cock inside of him.

You waited for a moment, letting Barbatos adjust to you. He relaxed beneath your touch, but his breathing was ragged already. When you still didn’t move, he tried to stay still but ended up squirming anyway.

You held onto his hips, leaning down over him again to say, “Don’t try to hide how good you feel. How desperate you are.”

“Please,” Barbatos panted. “MC.”

You smiled to yourself as you began to move, starting with slow, deep thrusts. Barbatos moaned and pressed his cheek against the table. The sight of him already losing his composure and the feel of your cock inside him both caused firey pleasure to burn hot inside of you.

You sped up and the way Barbatos tightened around you made you grip his hips even harder. He let out a strangled noise that sounded very much like a repressed moan, hiding his face in his arm.

You wrapped an arm around his chest, lifting him up off the table so he was forced to use his hands to keep his balance. He arched back into you as your fingers found one of his exposed nipples.

“A-ah!” He couldn’t keep it in anymore, the sensations too much for him to successfully repress his reactions.

The sound of his pleasure went straight to your cock, making your thrusts harder as you reacted to his cries. The need to press in further, to go faster, to feel him coming undone.

The momentum built and you could feel yourself reaching that peak. You wrapped your other hand around Barbatos’s cock and pumped as you leaned down and bit his shoulder.

Barbatos cried out your name as his cum created stripes across his belly. The feeling of its sticky texture dripping down your fingers brought you over the edge, too. You pulled his hips back into you as you felt your own cum filling him up.

Barbatos moaned again, spent and tired, slumping forward onto the table. Several teacups clattered, but somehow nothing fell to the floor. As though even in this state, he was too careful to cause real damage.

Barbatos insisted on the two of you taking a shower after your strenuous activity. You didn’t complain, enjoying the extra time with him. He had become soft, letting you wash him, letting you touch and kiss him. Still it wasn’t long before you found yourself teasing him again, anticipating the next time he would give in to you.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[saeyoungchoismaid]

I still think it’s so wild that my most popular fic on AO3 is my Kinktober Loch Ness monster!Leviathan fic

[inactiveobeymeblog]

Mammon + M!MC With a Huge Cock

A/N: I’ve finally returned from my small little break and I’m back with more porn! This time it’s Mammon!! I love him so much so why not give him the whole damn package? And why not make it huge while I’m at it, right? 🌚

Tags: Bottom Mammon, size difference (both height and genitalia), blowjob, deep throating, Mammon loves your cock so you can technically call him a cock slut ig but I won’t put that in here, rough sex, hair pulling, biting, male MC/AMAB reader, light spanking, multiple sex positions, and creampies

When Mammon first took a look at your size, he fell in love

Surely he knew you were big because you were taller and more built than him, but he didn’t expect you to be this big

The first time he glanced at your cock, he was on his knees staring at how much bigger it was compared to his mouth

It twitched and leaked a lot of pre-cum and he wanted it in his mouth

He licked his lips and swallowed

And that’s when you ordered him to get to work

He started with licking from the base of your cock to the tip where he swirled his tongue around the tip, tasting you

Then he grabbed your shaft and started stroking slowly as he went down to suck on your balls

He couldn’t help but get excited as you groan

“Fuck, baby. You’re good at this.”

Praising him only made him work faster

He stopped stroking you and instead wrapped his lips around your tip before taking you in his mouth

You were big so he couldn’t fit all of you in, but he knows how to make up for that

He stroked whatever wasn’t in his mouth and started bobbing his head and sucking hard

He uses his tongue to lick your tip and the sides of your shaft

It drives you crazy

After some time, his movements become slow due to the fact that he was sucking harder and moving faster than he should have been

But once you entangle your hand in his hair, he goes feral

His cock twitches and his heart explodes

And he’s now deep-throating you at high speeds

You can’t help but moan and this only fuels him faster

He starts massaging your balls and humming around your length, using his tongue in whatever way is best

You’re cumming down his throat in a matter of seconds

You keep him shoved down your length as you paint his throat white

And considering how big your balls were, you held him there for a good, solid ten seconds before pulling him off

Now cut to you roughly pounding him into his mattress

He has his tongue out and eyes rolled up to the back of his head as he moans louder than your skin making contact with his

As you fuck him, his ass jiggles and you give him a few slaps on each of his ass cheeks

This makes him slam back onto your cock

And you find it so hot

You lean over his back and grab a fist full of his hair, pulling it back towards you and you bite his neck rather hard to leave a mark

Then you flip him around so his legs are on your shoulders and you’re bending him almost in half as you rail him into the sheets

He’s cumming and screaming your name

You follow soon after and you bury yourself deep inside, filling him

Once you pull out, your both too exhausted to clean up

So you just pull the covers over the both of you and cuddle together until either one of you gain the strength to properly clean

A/N: Genuinely loved writing this one and I hope I didn’t make too many spelling or grammar mistakes. I’ll be writing Solomon or Lucifer’s HC post next. So stay tuned for that!!

[shyvien-obeyme]

⚜️ Thoughts 2

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Content: NSFW. Smut. Brothers x AFAB!Reader. 💋🔞

Imagine sitting across from the brothers and nonchalantly spreading your legs to reveal no underwear under your skirt. Just IMAGINE their reactions…

No warning whatsoever and you’re sitting there soaking in front of them. 7 pairs of eyes on your sopping wet sex.

The air suddenly thickens and you can hear their stuttering breaths, see the red bleeding into their cheeks and you can sense their animalistic instinct to pounce on their prey.

Not to mention the low groans and growls or the dark smirks on some of their faces. They couldn’t possibly ignore no matter how hard they try.

You’d better be prepared, you’re in for one hell of a night.

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𝒮𝒽𝓎 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 ༝༚༝༚

[sussypique]

Strip Poker request

[arvandus]

“You wanted my attention and now you shall have it.  All of it.” (Barb x GN!MC)

(see full art below the cut)

A scene from my smutty birthday fic for Barb. There are two versions, one for male readers and one for female readers!

Disobedience - Barbatos x afab!reader Disobedience - Barbatos x amab!reader

[asmomyluv]

Pacts With Belphie

Ooo, I wrote this in like 10 minutes just because 😇

NSFT, GN!Reader

Warnings: restraints but not physically, teasing, orgasm control

He’s so pretty like this, laying exposed in front of you physically unable to stop himself from stroking his cock. Using your pact on Belphie was always a good time, well at least for you. He doesn’t exactly appreciate stroking himself to the brink of orgasm just to stop himself. “Just one more, can you do that for me?” You asked mockingly. “Fuck you” he snapped pathetically. “Oh that’s right!” you giggled approaching him. He turned his head away from you, making a point to ignore your presence. “Oh cmon don’t be like that” you pouted. Your eyes landed on his cock, wet, red, and practically twitching in his hand. “Hey Belphie,” you mumbled. He shut his eyes tight bracing himself for what he knew was approaching. “Cum.” It flowed out of his cock dribbling down onto his hands that had stopped moving. “Cute,” you said licking your lips and sitting on the bed with him. You didn’t hesitate before wrapping your lips around his impossibly sensitive cock. His head shot back as he groaned gripping your hair. You bobbed your head up and down before releasing him. You could feel the cum coating your lips and chin. Belphie pulled you into a kiss biting your lip for good measure. “I’m gonna fucking destroy you” he growled.

[authormars]

I reckon Lucifer's back cracks (in a good way) every time he has sex

[pseudonymphomania]

Reverse Bunny: Diavolo

[demon-fucking-therapist]

I think if you want to drive them crazy, you have to overstimulate Barbatos and deny Diavolo.

Barbatos has far too much patience for denial to really hit him - you’ll get a reaction for sure, but he knows he’ll get what he wants eventually, and the anticipation is simply part of the thrill. Overstimulation, though? Making his thighs shake and breath heave and eyes tear up from constant pleasure? He’s so used to giving, being on the receiving end breaks him down real fast.

Meanwhile Diavolo is spoiled by his own admission. Everything he’s ever wanted has been provided for him almost before he could want it (aside from maybe genuine emotional connection). Diavolo is a glutton for attention and the stamina of a Demon Prince makes really overstimulating him hard. But hearing “no” over and over? Maybe even wearing a little something that stops him from even getting properly hard? Give it an hour before he’s “subtly” humping the furniture.