#obswd smut

[fleur-bbyy]

SINFUL SUMMER

it’s the first day of vacation and lucifer already can’t keep his eyes and hands off of you.

𓇼 lucifer x fem reader

𓇼 warnings: unprotected p in v sex, semi-public(?), creampie, reader wears a bikini, reader wears sunscreen for anti-aging purposes (pls wear your sunscreen!!!), sub reader, lil oral fixation if you squint real hard

𓇼 a/n: 1.6k words of my own fantasy. I was gonna post all the summer stuff together but i’m scared I won’t finish it all in time and was too excited for this one lol. also if it wasn’t clear, it’s one of those cabanas that’s covered on all sides and has curtains at the front, they’re in the jockey position lol, and it’s one of those lounge chairs where the back adjusts. (plz forgive me for not being that descriptive i was excited)

As the sun beams off his clothed back and his feet begin to burn from standing in the hot sand, Lucifer comes to a realization.

You are quite literally his worst nightmare.

Pretty in the face and so, so naive to any of his lustful advances. An innocent request for him to help you apply sunscreen to your back should be just that, innocent. It shouldn’t be so daunting or feel so inappropriate for a man as respected as he was. Scanning over your barely-clothed back as you rub the contents of the tube on your arms. His ruby eyes linger far too long on the dangerously thin fabric on your lower half. He wanted to tell you that your bikini left far too little to the imagination, but he shouldn’t have been imagining that anyway.

“You’re laying inside a covered cabana, you don’t need it.”

"Do you expect me to spend the whole day in here?" You turned to look at him, smiling as your hands began to run the spf over your collarbones. "Besides, the sun still reaches me. I don’t want my skin to be saggy and feel like leather when I’m older." Lucifer crosses his arms and mentally eye rolls: You’ve been hanging around Asmo too much. 

"Fine. Finish up everything else and then tell me what you need." You smile once more in victory and continue to cover your front with the lotion. Lucifer stands in the doorway, arms still crossed, a seemingly calm expression resting on his face. His eyes stayed transfixed on your body for the majority of the time, glancing over his shoulder once to see his brothers doing their own thing in the sea and snapping right back over to you as you bent over slightly to reach your legs. Your bikini bottoms riding up even further than before and exposing more of your skin. His eyes widening a bit more when he noticed the outline of your cunt peeking through the fabric, causing the air to feel a bit hotter and his swim trunks to tighten a little more around the crotch.

"Okay, need you now." you said, beginning to lie down on the chair and handing him the tube of sunscreen in the process, his fingers accidentally brushing yours as he grabbed it and he swears you let them linger on purpose. He stood over to the side of you and began to gather the lotion in his hand before you stopped him.

“Don’t be awkward. Sit over my legs.”

Lucifer paused after hearing you voice your request like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He lightly sighed and reluctantly moved to straddle your legs, his half chub barely a few centimeters away from your plump ass. Lucifer contemplated whether you knew what you were doing or not. You had to feel it; there’s no way you didn’t feel it prodding against your thigh as he began to smooth the lotion down your back. holding back a groan when you arched into his touch.

“How exactly does sitting like this help?”

“You’ll reach better. Besides, wouldn’t want you to throw your back out, old man.” You lightly laughed at your own joke and Lucifer rolled his eyes, hands moving to the center of your back. “You’re good at this, should be a masseur.”

He wasn’t able to respond, having to bite the inside of his cheek as you arched even more into him. Your ass dangerously close to his hardening cock. He paused to grab more sunscreen and was about to continue before you stopped him again.

“You missed a spot near my shoulders.”

He slowly leaned forward, relishing in the feeling of his clothed cock finally making contact with your ass but trying to avoid it at the same time. Using his legs to lightly hold himself above you and starting to cover the spot that he missed when he heard a soft moan escape from your lips and your hips push into him even more.

There’s no way you didn’t know what you were doing. There was absolutely no way you didn’t feel his hardened length pressed into you. His hands slowly dragged down your back, stopping at your waist and giving an experimental small roll of his hips into yours, feeling a glorious sensation when you moaned a bit louder. He continued to roll his hips against you, biting back small grunts and groans when you started to meet his thrusts with the roll of your own hips. One of Lucifer’s hands slowly traveling from your waist to the edge of your bikini bottoms, pulling them to the side and shivering at the sight of the strings of your arousal sticking to them. He slowed his hips to get a good look at your soaking cunt and ran his index finger up and down your slit.

“Do you want this?” He asked, fingers running over your sopping entrance and examining the way they shined with your essence. You frantically nodded your head, not trusting yourself to speak without getting too loud. “I need to hear you say it.”

You bit your bottom lip, trying to steady yourself before whispering out a quick "yes." You felt him shuffle behind you and shortly after felt his tip prodding at your entrance. rubbing himself up and down your slit to gather your wetness before he slowly began to sink in. inch by inch with shallow thrusts.

“Ohh fuck.. that’s it. You feel too good.” Your toes curled and pussy gushed at his words. Allowing him to sink even further into you

He was big. Barely half way inside, and you already felt so full of him. grasping at whatever you could and beginning to roll your hips into him once more, eliciting a sharp hiss from the man.

“Need you to open up for me.” His breath was hot on your neck as he leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“Can’t. You’re too big.”

“None of that. You can be good for me.” One of his hands positioned your hips up even more, giving him access to your neglected clit. “She can be good for me too.”

You moan when he begins circling your clit. Feeling your arousal drip down and lubricate his working finger. His thrusts starting to speed up and his free hand tracing up your spine to pull the string holding your bikini top together, giving him full access to your back. Everything coupled together gave your cunt to final push to open up completely. Moaning even louder when he finally pushes all the way in. Your whines and moans crescendoing to the point that Lucifer has to clamp a hand down over your mouth and pray that one of his brother’s didn’t hear anything.

“Naughty thing,” he began, sticking one of his slender fingers into your mouth and grinning when you immediately start to suck, “this is what you wanted the entire time, didn’t you? Wanted to rile me up and fuck you where anybody could walk in and see?”

Beads of sweat begin to gather on both of your faces from the summer’s heat and the intensity of the current activity. Some rolling down Lucifer’s face and landing in small droplets on your back that he lovingly wiped away after removing his fingers from your mouth.

“Are you going to be good and quiet for me?” You didn’t answer. Not trusting yourself to speak and worried you’d let out another loud whine instead.

“That just won’t do,” his thrusts slowed and he pulled his hand back from your aching clit, “answer me.”

“Yes. Yes I’ll be good. I promise.” You said through gritted teeth. Even with his agonizingly slow thrusts, the steady drag of his cock on your walls practically made you shiver. Feeling him hit every ridge as he pulled out and pushed back in.

“Then cum for me. Want to feel you.”

Before you could even try to start fucking yourself on him, he picked up the pace again. Going even faster and harder than before and causing your body to bounce up and down on the lounge chair. The grip on your left side becoming ironclad and his hand once again sneaking to rub expert circles on your clit. His heavy balls knocking his fingers every time he plunged into your heat.

Your orgasm comes soon after with a strangled moan. Burying your face in your hands to try and muffle yourself but to no avail. Lucifer also begins to gradually lose himself as he works you through your pleasure. The clenching and spasming of your cunt around him causes the fingers on your clit to fumble in rhythm and move sloppily. His grunts and groans gradually getting louder and his thrusts speeding up just a tad more before you finally feel that familiar warmth as he spills inside of you. Panting and biting his bottom lip to quiet himself.

The air in the cabana was still thick with sex as the two of you recovered. Finally looking over and noticing that the chair had moved at least a foot away from its original position and your tube of sunscreen had been leaking out onto the sand the entire time. Lucifer carefully pulled out of you and admired how his cum dripped from your pussy. Using two of his fingers to push any that had trickled out back into your spent hole before fixing your bottoms and tying your bikini top back to it’s original position. Finally adjusting himself and getting off of you after making sure you were alright.

“Are you going to stay here?” He asked, his voice quickly returning to its stern nature as he crossed his arms over his chest once again.

“Think so.” You turned your head to look over at him and propped yourself up on your arms, watching as he began to leave to check on the others. “Thank you, by the way.” He stopped in the entryway, glancing over at you with a grin and half-lidded eyes.

“The pleasure’s all mine.”

[mammon-s2]

I redid this bc I only had it set for a day whoops

[the-travelling-bitch]

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

summary: losing your virginity can be daunting, even more so when you’re dating the avatar of lust; luckily, asmo is only interested in making this as comfortable for you as possible

pairing: asmodeus x fem-bodied! reader (gn pronouns)

warnings: slightly angsty (insecurities) but with comfort, porn with a hint of plot, loss of virginity, corruption kink, use of toys (vibrator), fingering, asmo being a demon+ demon form! asmo, soft!asmo, consent king asmo,  cream pie/ unprotected sex, use of petnames (sweetheart, darling, love, hon/honey), marking

obey me! masterlist

Being with Asmo was borderline perfect; he was an angel of a demon, if you overlooked his crazy parties and the tendency to voice just about every dirty thought coming to mind. With you though, he was always gentle and very patient. Sure, Asmo being Asmo, he has always been very straightforward about how much he wanted you, both in- and outside the bedroom, but he had always reassured you that he loved you no matter what and was willing to wait for you to be comfortable with taking things further.

Truth was, you had never had sex before, something you had told him early on, even if it meant setting your own face ablaze with embarrassment. So the thought of being this inexperienced while your boyfriend was the literal Avatar of Lust had anxiety ball up in your stomach.

Said demon, however, had only cooed at you, pulling you into a soothing hug before confessing that he was already aware of it but that he very much appreciated you being so honest with him. That was the day you learnt lust demons apparently had a knack for spotting if someone was a virgin or not and you considered crawling into a dark cave and never coming out again.

You had, however, decided against it and had continued your life in the Devildom as usual… well as usual as a human living in literal hell could be. After your conversation with Asmo, you had found yourself lying in bed at night, your thoughts swirling around the cute demon and quickly drifting into more sexual directions, especially on days where you’d spent a lot of time with and around him. Faintly you had wondered if his charm worked on you after all, but you had tossed the thought aside with your panties as you tried to scratch the desire inside of you, desperately trying to bring yourself to a high with your fingers but only ever ending up frustrated between your crumpled sheets.

Perhaps motivated by your denied pleasure, you had stammered out you were ready to take your relationship to the next stage, making Asmo pause scrolling through Devilgram and turning his entire attention on you. Your hands had felt clammy as they curled into his plush comforter and you had avoided looking at him but soon thereafter, soft fingers had grazed your chin and pulled you out of your own head and back to the demon looking at you with so much love and adoration in his sunset-coloured eyes. 

“Thank you for trusting me,” he had said as he pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. “It means a lot to me.”

After making sure you didn’t feel pressured into this decision, Asmo had sat you down and worked out what you felt comfortable with, what didn’t appeal to you at all and what you weren’t sure about, all under the rule of being subject to change in the future. He had also asked about any experience you had, whether that was using your fingers or if you owned any toys. Upon hearing you used to have one but that it was still up in the human realm, he had playfully suggested going shopping for a replacement. Despite having nudged his side at the comment, you really appreciated him taking the time to understand your situation and you felt significantly less nervous about your inexperience after talking to him.

Against what some might think of him, Asmo had not tried to jump you the second you had given him the go ahead, no. Instead, he treated you to a relaxing self-care evening to ‘scrub away the stress that must have come from making that decision’, letting you soak in his grand bathtub, sharing his expensive creams with you, painting your nails and doing face masks with you. 

In fact, it wasn’t until you were lying on his bed another night, curled up in his warm embrace while watching a film, that anything changed at all. It wasn’t even that the scenes on screen were particularly spicy but something about being so entirely surrounded by him, whether it was his sheets, the scent of his shower gel clinging to his skin or his cologne drifting up to your nose from the shirt you had snatched from his closet, made you crave the demon lying behind you. 

“Asmo,” you crooned, shifting to face him as he hummed at your call, bright eyes blinking down at you curiously. 

“What is it, honey?” Using this chance to sneak some affection, he leant down to let his lips wander over the juncture where your shoulder met your neck, inadvertently encouraging the desire starting to pool below your navel.

“Do you… do you remember what we talked about when we had that spa evening last time?” You gingerly asked, skirting along the edges of the topic at hand.

“We talked about lots of things.” His chuckles vibrated against your collarbones. “You have to be more specific than that.”

“You know what I mean!” You whined. “Are you really going to make me say it?”

“I’m afraid I’ll have to or I might be getting the wrong idea, darling,” he said, tongue trailing your soft skin and amusement clear in his voice. “And we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

“I- I think you might be getting the right idea,” you stammered, your heart beating out of your chest to the point you were afraid it might jump right into his hands. Not that it wasn’t already lying there in a metaphorical sense, at the point of melting as he poked it to his liking with his perfectly manicured hands. “Asmo…”

“Hmm?~” This time the amusement in his voice was apparent, the demon not even trying to hide it.

“Kiss me… Please…” Your whisper was quiet as your eyes skirted down to his glossy lips, before flicking up to his again as one of his fingers traced the curve of your bottom lip.

“So polite~” You watched his stunning eyes slide to half-mast as he leaned in, stopping right as his lips brushed yours, just to tease you even more by moving his head back and making you subconsciously chase his lips. He chuckled airily. “Guess I can’t deny a sweet thing like you, especially when you ask so nicely.”

Then he connected your lips seamlessly, enveloping yours in a pillowy softness you’d only ever find in dreams. Slowly, his hand found its way to the back of your head, nails massaging your scalp gently as he angled your head the way he pleased to guide the kiss. When his tongue swiped languidly over your lips, coaxing you into allowing him entrance, Asmo skilfully pulled the first moan out of you and swallowed it eagerly.

You ran a curious hand up his chest as he deepened the kiss, pure passion radiating off of him and seeping into your brain, jumbling your thoughts around like clinking marbles. With your mind fogging over with lust, it was all too easy for him to roll you over, slotting himself on top of you, careful to not put most of his weight on you.

Following his eager hands running down your sides, Asmo’s lips, too, trailed downwards, leaving lipgloss smudges all over your jaw, throat and collarbones. You couldn’t see it, your eyes closed as you basked in his attention, but Asmo’s downright glowed in his dimly lit room as you tilted your head to the side and bared your vulnerable neck further to him. 

“Oh sweetheart, you’re so good to me,” he crooned, as he licked his lips, drinking in the sight of you, hair dishevelled, collar of his shirt pulled down and his gloss shimmering against your skin. It was a sight that could only be improved upon by getting you to writhe in his sheets as strings of pleasured moans spilled from your lips. Oh, Asmo could already feel his fingers tingle at the image, a shiver running down his spine in anticipation. Well, the best way to get you there would be to get you au naturel first.

Playful fingers crept under the hem of his shirt, dancing along the growing sliver of skin he was exposing, his pearly white teeth showing in a fanged smile at the goosebumps rising in the wake of his touch. 

“You’re too cute for your own good,” he mumbled, almost dazed, as his lips attached to your skin once more, tongue darting out for a first taste, one that made him groan low in his throat and crave more. “So sweet~ How did a darling thing like you fall into the hands of an Avatar of Sin? I bet every demon down here would love to sink their claws into a human like you. But too bad, you’re all mine. All mine to taint.”

The whimper the demon pulled from you as his nails traced over the sensitive skin of your stomach was pure music to his ears and he’d be more damned than he already was if he couldn’t hear any more of your sweet sounds. Though, this night was about you. He’d make sure you were comfortable, that your first sexual experience with someone else would be pleasurable. After all, once you had a taste, he was sure you’d come back to him for more all on your own.

“Darling, can I take this off?” He tugged on the hem of the shirt that was already halfway up your chest. When you only nodded with pleading eyes, he giggled at your enthusiasm but still caught your chin with two fingers. “Sorry, love, but that won’t do. I need your genuine, verbal consent, even if we’ve done this before. Doesn’t matter if I have to pull it from your pleasure-clouded brain later on as long as it’s the truth. So you better memorise that fast, alright?”

“Yeah,” you breathed out as he placed a quick kiss against your temple. Your fingers pushed a soft strand of champagne-coloured hair out of his face, giving you a better look at his slightly dilated pupils before you spoke again. “Help me take my shirt off, please?”

“Sure can do,” Asmo hummed before carefully sliding the garment over your head and arms. When you’d snuggled into bed with him earlier, you’d foregone a bra for the sake of comfort and, now, skilled fingers immediately traced the path of your collarbones, down your sternum before cupping your breasts. “See how perfect these look between my hands? It’s like they’re meant to be worshipped by me.”

It wasn’t the first time you were nude in front of Asmo and it also wasn’t the first time he’d touched you. From bathing together to choosing an outfit, he’d always been a very hands-on kinda guy, as long as you let him. It was, however, the first time where he was working you up for more with his touch and it made your lungs constrict with equal parts nerves and excitement.

If that hadn’t been clear from how he massaged the supple flesh between his palms, it would have definitely been understood when his pink lips wrapped around one of your nipples, fangs slightly indenting the skin around it, while his fingers rolled the other one between them. Despite the new sensation, it felt good, your hand finding its way back into his hair, carding through the strands as you exhaled slowly. 

When Asmo was happy with the marks he left all over your chest, he licked over some of the deeper bites, even if he never broke skin at any point, before trailing kisses further down your centre. By now, there was no lipgloss left to smudge, no matter how kiss-proof it was supposed to be. 

Reaching your hips, his sharp teeth caught the waistband of your pyjama pants, snapping the elastic back against your skin when he pulled away to slide the remaining garments down your legs, again with your approval. Gliding his smooth hands up your bare legs, parting them as he resumed his position between them, Asmo guided your thighs to rest over his. The compromising position had heat curling in your abdomen and your heart rate speeding up without him actually touching you yet.

“Is this alright, darling?” He checked in with you, head coquettishly tilted to the side. “Although there’s no need to be nervous, I want to remind you that we can stop at any point, okay?”

“I know,” you confirmed. “But I want this, Asmo. I want you.”

“My, my, you certainly know what to say to make me excited. Look at you, you look so beautiful with your legs spread out for me. Oh this is going to be so much fun, I’ll make you feel so good.” While he was speaking, his fingers had already wandered up the inside of your thigh, his touch so light you barely felt it against you, yet it had the most tantalising effect. Especially when he skirted around the sensitive area of your core, never quite touching where you needed him most, your hips wriggled for more friction on their own. Something Asmo shut down with a playful tut and a hand pushing you back down, his demonic strength making itself known. “Ah ah ah, sweetheart. We agreed that I’d guide you through your first time, right? So be good and behave and I’ll give you exactly what you want~”

“Asmo, please don’t tease me.” Despite your words, you couldn’t deny that it felt good. Not when you could feel the way your slick started to coat your folds the more he stroked his nails around them. 

“But you look so cute like this, I have to indulge just a little,” he giggled. Then, without a heads up, he swiped his thumb through your slit, catching some of your arousal and smearing it over your clit with scary accuracy. Surprised by the sudden stimulation, you let out an audible gasp as your hips twitched in his hold. “Ooh, that was a gorgeous face. Show me more.”

Without much resistance, he slid one finger inside your entrance, savouring your warmth around him before setting a steady pace and checking your reactions. When there was no discomfort from your side, he soon added a second one, changing the angle every now and then to map out your body.

Getting to work yourself definitely didn’t compare to how Asmo curled his fingers inside of you, the experience of someone else in charge of the movements providing a level of excitement you didn’t have on your own. And while it clearly wound the knot in your stomach tighter than ever before, it still wasn’t enough to get you there and wisps of anxiety slithered past the cracks in your lust.

Shouldn’t this feel amazing? Shouldn’t you be at the point of shamelessly moaning his name by now? But if you couldn’t even orgasm like this, with the Avatar of Lust between your legs, was there something wrong with you? What if—?

The pressure of his thumb running circle eights against your clit effectively cut off your string of doubts as you inhaled a sharp breath, clenching down around the fingers working your insides.

“You’re overthinking again, love. Lust isn’t something you think about, you just feel it. There’s nothing wrong with taking your time, we’re both learning together here.” Asmo leant down to pepper a few kisses around your navel, his voice patient and gentle before picking up a little mischief. “But if your brain decides to be mean, I might just have to shut it off completely.”

That promise certainly made you clamp down harder on him, a shiver running down your spine in anticipation. In turn, Asmo let out a laugh as he eased his fingers out of you, his eyes fluttering shut and a lewd moan bouncing around the room as he cleaned his fingers off with his tongue. The sound would’ve made you rub your thighs together if Asmo’s waist wasn’t preventing you from closing them. 

“I didn’t want to overwhelm you on your very first orgasm but I promised I’d make you feel amazing and I’m holding myself to that.” With a snap of his fingers, something small and pink appeared in his hand, something you identified as a small vibrator. To test the waters, he let the thing buzz to live before gently rolling it closer to your sensitive areas. “You don’t mind this little buddy joining us, do you?”

When the vibrations rolled against your clit, you opened your mouth with a surprised noise, your knees locking his hips in between them. “N-No I don’t mind.”

The demon downright purred in satisfaction as he brought his fingers back to your pussy and resumed his thrusting, still experimenting with the angle and the settings on the toy. Your mind was starting to race again as he hit a different spot inside you and focused the vibrator on a different area and- 

“Oh!” You threw your head back into the pillows, one hand digging into Asmo’s hair, the other into his sheets, as you locked your feet over his butt, his pact mark tingling against your skin. The spasming of your hips was reigned in by the palm holding the vibrator when your back arched off his mattress and your teary eyes clenched shut. Your lips parted in an ‘o’ shape as laboured breaths and rhythmic moans passed through them.

The sight of you giving into pleasure had Asmo’s hips rolling into the bed of their own accord in time with your walls fluttering around his digits, the lust oozing from you as you approached your high making him near delirious with power. 

“Is that it, darling? Is that the spot?” He moaned, his dick straining against the fabric of his underwear as he kept the pace and angle of his thrust consistent, his mind swimming with desire for you, fuelled by the pleasure he was already giving to you. “That’s it, you’re doing so well, you’re almost there. You look so gorgeous falling apart on my fingers, such a perfect human, giving yourself to me. Come on, cum all over my hand, I know you want to.”

You followed his voice through the fog like a sailor following a siren as he pushed you further and further towards release, your stomach clenching and unclenching without any rhythm now. If you didn’t fall over the edge soon, you thought, you’d truly go insane over the foreign pleasure he made you experience, his hands not letting you wriggle away from the intensity.

Then, with a loud moan of his name, bliss washed over you, from your thrown-back head to your curling toes and it made everything worth it. You could feel the pleasure sizzling through your veins like molten lava, melting your bones and leaving you to writhe on his sheets. 

Asmo continued to languidly pump his fingers, coaxing as much arousal from you as he could while the vibrator was still buzzing on the lowest setting until you pushed his hands away when the overstimulation started getting to you.

Leaving you to catch your breath and return to your body, Asmo held eye contact with you, sunsets half-lidded before fluttering shut completely when he brought his fingers up to his mouth. Like he’d done earlier, he cleaned your slick off of them, but this time his moan was obscene as he pressed his hips down into the mattress, his tongue flicking out provocatively as he licked in between his digits. 

“Mhm, just as I thought, you taste divine~” Asmo’s tongue flicked over his lips, catching every bit of your desire clinging to them. “It’s hard to find a delicacy like this in the Devildom, so sweet I could eat you right up. Next time I’ll have to help myself to a proper taste but I know what you really want right now.”

Pulling your centre flush to his hips you could feel his erection through the smooth silk of his pyjama shorts, the material soaking through with your release immediately and clinging to your folds as he rubbed his dick against you. Both of you sighed in unison at the welcome friction; gone were your anxious nerves, you needed to feel him inside of you now. And you weren’t above telling him either.

“Asmo, please, I need you so bad,” you whined, hands trying to reach for him but merely grazing over his hips. “I want you so much, please.”

You watched him shudder at your begging as his hands reached to unbutton his sleep shirt, the pink silk slipping off his shoulders, slowly revealing more and more of his flawless skin. He was basking in your undivided attention on him, making sure to pose perfectly to give you a show, despite having you in his bed already. It was working in his favour though because, as the light framed his champagne locks perfectly, he could see your eyes rake all over him and your fingers twitching to feel his skin against yours.

He took his time sliding his stained bottoms off, revelling in the way your lips parted as his dick slapped against the planes of his abdomen. Just like the rest of him, it was perfect. Flushed a light pink towards the tip with a few veins decorating the shaft, Asmo was just the right amount of length and girth to make your mouth water and walls clench around nothing, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Like what you see, pretty?” He teased as he settled back above you, his natural body heat enveloping you once more as he leaned up to press more open mouthed kisses along the path of your collarbones, throat and shoulders, his tongue darting out to taste the salty flavour sticking to your skin. 

Warm hands caressed your hips in soothing circles as you wrapped your arms around his neck, the gesture so gentle in contrast to the words being spoken against the shell of your ear. “So beautiful, so sensitive, so soft, I can’t wait to ruin a pretty thing like you. All you have to do is relax and indulge; you can do that for me, right? Just give in to the pleasure, give in to me, and let me do the rest.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, dazed by his close proximity, “I can do that.”

“Such an obedient human, you make me so proud,” Asmo cooed. Shifting his weight onto one forearm, his other palm slid down your body, wrapping around your thigh to hike it over his waist. The position allowed him to thrust his cock through your folds, coating himself in your slick and catching your clit on every forward motion. 

This time there was no mistaking it, his eyes did glow in the dim room, shifting between your bodies and your face, your mewls of stimulation and the tears clinging to your lashes drawing his attention effortlessly. Without resistance, he let you pull him down for a deep kiss, one full of passion and want and need, mirroring perfectly how your hips had started bucking up against him. 

Swallowing each of your breathless noises, Asmo parted from you by tugging on your bottom lips, fangs digging into the plushness. “Are you ready? If anything makes you uncomfortable, tell me immediately.”

When you gave him the okay, he positioned the glistening head of his dick against your soaked entrance before taking his time to push past the first tight ring of muscle. He let his head drop forward as your warmth enveloped him, whereas you threw yours back against the pillows at the stretch. 

There was a slight sting as he pushed in further but it was completely drowned out by the addictive feeling of being filled. You couldn’t believe you went so long without his veins gliding against your velvety walls, clinging to him as if they tried to remember his shape only. If this was lust then you understood why Asmo as its embodiment was so entrancing and alluring.

Said demon exhaled a shaky breath as he bottomed out, his hips flush with yours, willing himself to hold still as you adjusted to his size. Throughout the centuries, he’d thought he’d made just about every experience he could, always making sure whoever he was with had their needs met. He’d charmed countless humans, demons and one or the other angel alike, tumbled into their beds and fed off their lust, satiating both himself and them.

But there was something different about this. This night, there was seemingly no end to his desire; he craved more, he needed more of you. Of you and your lust. Just like when you shared your power with him, there was something about the sin dripping off of you that made it hard to control himself.

Luckily, you were just as impatient to feel more of him as he was, every initial inhibition thrown out the window. Instead, you pressed the heel of your foot into his lower back, encouraging him to go even deeper than he already was. “Asmo, move, please…”

Not needing to be asked twice, he pulled his hips back until only the tip remained inside before thrusting all the way back in, setting a slow but deep pace that had you twisting in his hold. Using the knowledge of your body he’d gained earlier, he had no problems hitting your most sensitive spot dead on to see your back bow in sheer ecstasy.

Embarrassed by the lewd moans and whines echoing around his room, you bit down on the back of your hand, trying desperately to muffle the sounds, only for Asmo’s fingers to curl around your wrist and pull it away again.

“None of that, darling, I want to hear you. You sound so cute with my name on your lips like it’s the only thing you can think about, don’t deny me this pleasure.” He punctuated his sentence by delivering a particularly hard stroke to tear a sinful moan from you as he intertwined your hands, squeezing down on your fingers as you clamped around his cock. “Besides, if anyone gets to bite you, it’s me.”

Now, with your hand pinned beside your head, all your noises were spilling freely, combining with the sound of skin slapping and the obscene squelch of your cunt fluttering around Asmo’s girth to create the most beautiful symphony. Your body felt like it was on fire, the demon burning you from the inside out as beads of sweat started rolling down your temple when the clenching of your walls around your lover started gaining in frequency again.

Trusting you to keep your hand away from your mouth, Asmo slipped it between your bodies, circling your clit and pushing you to greater heights than before, encouraging you to cream all over him. Losing yourself in pleasure, your sentences became more incoherent, all rationale seeping from your mind.

“Oh my god! Asmo!” You wailed at a specific thrust that made your knees jerk against him, free hand tugging on the roots of his hair, clamping down harder at his melodic groan that followed.

“Praying to a demon? What a naughty human,” he chuckled, voice now a lot more strained, his focus entirely on working you up further. “You should’ve learnt by now not to tempt a demon but you’ll see where that lands you.”

The knot in your stomach was so close to snapping, various muscles already flexing under the onslaught of pleasure. You just needed a little more.

The Avatar of Lust was almost in disbelief at how close he was himself. Normally he had better control than this, able to outlast just about anyone if he so desired. Yet, on this night, control was slipping from in between his dexterous fingers faster than he wanted to admit. Seeing you shed your inhibitions and submitting yourself entirely to him and his sin, however, was driving him wild. The ecstasy cursing through your pact only added to the sensation. It was entirely different to any other fling he’d had over the centuries.

Asmo was positively drunk on you, the essence of your lust flooding his senses and making him tremble where he pressed you deeper into the mattress. Pure power was clouding his mind and every one of his nerve endings felt like lightning was passing through it.

There was a rustling in the sex-heavy air as his leathery wings unfurled behind him, flapping with each jerk of his hips. Claws were digging into the skin of your thigh as he tightened his grip on you, no doubt leaving little imprints to find in the morning. Your hand in his hair now closed around the base of one of his horns, feeling the ridges of each segment dig into your palm. 

When he went back to sucking on the sensitive spot at the base of your neck, sharp fangs scraped against the skin of your throat, a silent reminder of the true nature hiding behind his bubbly personality. Yet, the notion that one of the most dangerous demons of hell was currently so close to all your most vulnerable areas didn’t scare you. If anything, it was exciting.

Before you could do so much as warn him, you seized up around him, pushing yourself as close to Asmo as you could when you came with a loud moan of his name on your lips. Wave after wave of sinful bliss washed over you, pulling you in whatever direction they pleased, like a shaky leaf on the tides. 

The sensation shot straight through your pact and down Asmo’s spine, his hips stuttering as he groaned so low in his chest it almost sounded like an animalistic growl. You felt like a doll with its strings cut, boneless and floating as he rode out your orgasm while chasing his own, following no rhythm but still teetering you on the verge of overstimulation.

With one final snap of his pelvis, he pushed himself in as far as he could before searing hot ropes of cum painted the depths of your insides white. Rolling his hips, he coaxed the last bit of pleasure from both of you, then collapsed on top of you to catch his breath. 

For a few seconds, only the sound of your shared breathing could be heard, heartbeats in sync against each other’s chest as Asmo lazily pressed more kisses along your skin, especially in places where he’d left a visible mark. You were in return carding your fingers through his sweat-matted hair, tracing the curve of his horns gently with your fingers. The sensation made him giggle.

“That was a first for me, too,” the demon admitted, sounding not at all shy about it.

“Hm? What was?”

“I don’t usually slip into my demon form without meaning to,” he answered your curiosity. When bright eyes met yours, there was so much adoration shining in them you were glad your knees couldn’t physically buckle. “But you looked so beautiful and felt so amazing, I was transforming before I even knew what was happening. More importantly though, what about you? I sure hope I could live up to the expectation.”

“No, you far surpassed it,” you chuckled. “To the point where I seriously doubt anyone else could make me feel this way.”

“That’s good,” he mused, wiping away a stray tear drying on your cheek. “I’m hardly a possessive guy but with you it’s different. The thought of someone else seeing you like this, of you moaning someone else's name, bothers me. I want to be the only one driving you to sin in this way.”

“I think that can be arranged,” you hummed playfully. Leaning down, you gave the crown of his hair a loving peck and he laughed into the crook of your neck.

“Come on, darling, let’s get you cleaned up,” Asmo cooed, carefully pulling out of you and taking a moment to appreciate the visual of his cum dripping out of you and onto his sheets. 

Holding out his hand for you to take, he waited as you uncurled yourself from the bed, gingerly swinging your legs over the side of the mattress. Only to almost greet the floor as your wobbly legs gave out underneath you as if they were made out of jelly. Despite being busy laughing, Asmo still caught you effortlessly, supporting your weight before sweeping you entirely off your feet and carrying you to the bathroom bridal style. Again, his slender build betrayed his true strength, lifting you as if you didn’t weigh much more than a feather.

“Oops, I should’ve warned you,” he sing-songed, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “Although you flatter me, you could’ve just told me I fucked you good enough for you to lose the ability to walk.”

“Stop making fun of me!” You whined, hands coming up to hide your face, which might as well be set ablaze from the heat rushing to your cheeks.

“Oh I’m not making fun of you, sweetheart. You’re just so adorable, I can’t help myself,” Asmo laughed that airy laugh of his. When you looked up at him, his half-lidded gaze was already on you as he licked his lips, fangs peeking out as you noted he still hadn’t shifted back into his more human form. His voice dropped as he studied the way your throat convulsed when you swallowed.

“In fact, you’re so sweet, I just might make good on my promise to eat you up once I get you into the bathtub.”

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[fullofbees]

The mattress dips as someone sits beside your hip, his hand gently shaking your thigh to rouse you from slumber, "C'mon, my love, it is time to get up."

A groan is your only reply as you curl in on yourself, clutching the comforter tight to your body. You feel his weight shift forward as he leans to set a mug on your bedside table. The enticing scent of coffee hitting your nose is almost enough to coax you out of your comfortable cocoon.

Almost.

Instead, you bring the blanket over your head, blocking out the delicious temptation of his bribery.

"I'm sure the brothers will understand if their dear attendant needs a day to themselves," he reassures, knowing how hard it has been to adjust to the strange problem you've found yourself in.

Typically, an extra day off would be all the reprieve you need, but the thought of being alone amongst the vastness of Cocytus Hall sours the notion.

Though his cooking is lethal, Solomon's attitude towards domestic life has quickly made the extravagant space feel like home. Your relationship was less than professional already, but numerous lines continued to be crossed within the confines of the Hall, the butterflies in your stomach stirring every time he proudly called you his in front of the demons.

Still, you'll need to pull out one of your strongest cards to convince him to waste the day with you. He's an in-demand sorcerer whom Barbatos gives very little wiggle room to deny the demon Prince.

Solomon carefully peels the blanket away from your face when you don't answer him. You stare at your concerned mentor through bleary lashes, blinking away the sleep as you recall the phrase you need.

"Swear to me, by the gazelles or the does of the field, that you will not awaken my love until they please," you whisper, unable to keep a yawn at bay.

Solomon's concern melts into a smile, a soft chuckle slipping past his lips as he stands from the bed. Pulling the blanket back over your head, you feel your heart deflate, thinking he took your words as a dismissal. You miss how he shuts his phone down after sending a quick notice of absence to Diavolo.

The cover is quickly yanked away from your grip, and the blanket falls to the floor to leave you fully exposed. Hands grab your ankles, and your body is being pulled down the length of the mattress before you can react.

Solomon settles himself between your parted thighs once he has you on the edge of the bed. Holding you still against him, the sorcerer leans over you, a playful glint in his silver eyes. "What kind of beloved is your beloved, that you make us swear this way?"

A/N: Aww man, I have a great idea for a fanfic *opens bible*

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

Y'ALL HELP

What's something that Levi could end up doing in front of the entire house of Lamentation, whether it be on purpose or incidental, that he then immediately becomes EXTREMELY embarrassed by, like enough to go run away and hide, but that MC actually finds really hot?

I need ideas because i thought of the concept but can't figure out what it is that he did! Am writing a lil thing with this concept (that will def be smutty ;), so whoever helps me out will be credited to the idea!!

Also I haven't decided whether this is in nightbringer or original yet, so if your idea is specific to either one, then go ahead and hit me with it, lol

Oh, and also, preferably something that isn't really gender specific for mc :)

[cosmiic-world]

Mammon having a huge debt to a coven of witches and he has to pay it with his body as a bottom *wink* *wink*

i like the way you think 🤭. i’ve been ITCHING to write submissive mammon so thank you anon!

cw: witch!dom!reader, sub!mammon <33333, foursome, sensory deprivation (blindfold), pet names (love, puppy), praise, use of mistress and master, cunnilingus, pain kink,

"my, my... what do we have here?" you said, smirking at the demon who just walked into your home. "what brings you here?"

"i needed to tell you somethin'..." he said, looking at the floor guiltily.

"hm? need more money?" you said, tilting your head. "we've already given you plenty.."

"i-it's not like that.. i just... don't have the money to give it back to you.." he stammered out, heart pounding in his chest from anxiety. "i'm really sorry, i know i said i was gonna pay it by today but- i don't have it.."

the other witches in your coven overheard his guilty confession and were now behind you.

“oh darling… that just won’t do.” said one.

“how will you repay us..? i wonder..” said another.

“i’ll do anythin’. i-i swear! anythin’!” he said, almost trembling from sheer nerves.

the witches behind you began to murmur. “let’s make him do our chores!” or “let’s make him our pet.”

the more he waited, the more nervous he got so he knelt, hands together in a prayer motion. “please… have mercy.. i-i’ll do anythin’…”

“something tells me,” you began, taking slow steps toward the kneeling demon which made the other witches settle into silence, “you want us to use your body…” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, only for him to hear as you bent down to a squat beside him.

his breath hitched as he froze, looking at you with wide eyes. “w-what..?” he said, fear in his eyes.

“oh don’t be so surprised. i can smell the lust dripping from you.. you want us to use you. as a way of repaying your debt.” you said, letting out a soft giggle as his cheeks flushed.

“i-i-“ he stammered, his heart skipping a few beats.

“it’s okay… no need to be so nervous, pet.” you said, gently stroking his head which made him shiver as the pet name rolled off your tongue with ease. “i’ll tell you what. for every 600 grimm, you have to let us give you one orgasm.” you held one finger in his face, almost teasing him.

he froze. he owed 12,000 grimm! “then that means-“

“20 orgasms. you can handle that, can’t you?” you said, standing straight and looking down at him with a sinister smile.

mammon felt shivers run down his spine, whimpering underneath your gaze.

“the smell of lust is growing! he likes this already~” one of the witches behind you said.

“of course he does,” you ran your fingers through his hair before grabbing a handful of it and pulling his head back, making him whine, “he’s just a dumb little slut.” you tsk’d before letting his hair go. “come on, get up.”

he did as told and stood behind you, fidgeting nervously. he flinched as he felt a hand on his shoulder, looking behind him to see another witch with a wicked smile.

“don’t worry, i won’t hurt you. at least, not yet.” she giggled before holding up a piece of black silk. “i’m jus’ gonna wrap this around your eyes, okay?” she said cheerily before doing as she said, blindfolding him.

she led him to your guest room and laid him down on the bed, taking off his clothes.

“look at him,” you cooed, straddling his waist and bending down until your lips just barely grazed his earlobe, “such a good boy.” you whispered, making him shiver.

you laughed as you pulled away from his ear, sitting up on him as another witch tracing her fingertip around his nipple which made him whine.

“please… don’t tease..” he said in a breathy tone. he whimpered in surprise as he felt a hand grab his chin forcefully.

“you don’t get to command us. we command you.” you said, harshly. “you’re our dog tonight. so be a good boy and obey. got that?”

he couldn’t help but nod, the dominant tone making him harder than he already was.

“look at that~ he’s already got a buncha pre-cum.” a witch teased, her hand wrapping around his cock and slowly stroking him.

“oh fuck-!” he whined as he arched his back slightly. he had to bite his lip to contain his moans.

“don’t hide your noises, love.” you used two fingers to gently pull his bottom lip from under his teeth.

the witch sped up her strokes, smiling as he moaned more loudly.

“there we go… good boy.” you cooed, making mammon’s chest swell with pride. “you like being a bottom, don’t you..”

“yes! ‘m gonna cum! oh f-fuck!” he moaned out shamelessly, his cheeks starting to get flushed.

“cum.” you said, leaning down and gently biting his earlobe. at that, he came and you could feel his body twitching underneath yours, smiling as you smoothed your hands over his warm skin, making him audibly shiver.

“move. it’s my turn.” one witch almost growled at the other.

“sage. calm down.” you said, glaring at her. you turned to the witch who had mammon’s dick in her hand. “rowena, let her have a turn.”

she listened and stepped aside, sage stepping right where she was and immediately teasing the poor demon, circling her thumb on his sensitive tip.

“ah-! w-wait! i just came!” he whined, his hips trying to jerk away from her hand.

“now now, how do you expect to give us 20 orgasms? we’ll be here all night if we give you a break..” you said, giggling sadistically.

“can i..” he gulped nervously as sage stopped her teasing for a brief moment. “can i taste you..?” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“i couldn’t quite hear you darling..” you said, teasing him. meanwhile, sage began pumping his cock slowly.

“i-i wanna taste you! please!” he moaned out loudly. his hands grabbed and tugged at the bedsheets as he squirmed in embarrassment.

“alright, since you’ve been so good for us so far.” you said, getting off of him to take off your pants and panties. you gently took off his blindfold before straddling his waist again, giggling as he quickly grabbed hold of your thighs.

“please.. please. smells s’ good. wanna taste.” he said, trying to pull you closer but failing which made him whine.

“be patient, puppy.” you said before making your way toward his face, noticing his smile as your pussy got closer and closer.

he lifted his head to try and get a taste but you were too high up for him. he grabbed your waist and pulled you down, moaning as he sunk his tongue into your sweet pussy.

at that point, he had forgotten all about sage, which annoyed her slightly so she began to stroke his cock at a harsh pace, making him gasp and moan louder into your pussy.

you moaned softly as you felt him lap up your juices, gently grabbing onto his hair and pulling him up slightly. "quite- hah.. desperate, are we?" you said, humming from the buzz of pleasure that ran up your spine.

"so.. good." he said as he pulled away for a brief moment before pulling your hips down harshly against his face, practically clawing at your waist and legs.

you couldn't help the sharp gasp and whine that escaped you as the pain from his nails digging into your legs combined with the pleasure he was giving you, resulting in you pulling his hair more harshly. "oh god!" you moaned.

"she has a good pussy, right?" rowena said as she ghosted her fingers over his tan skin, making you flush. she straddled his waist, just as you had, and came behind you to kiss along your shoulder and neck, leaving small hickeys here and there.

"r-ro-" your protests were cut short as her nimble fingers began to play with your nipples, making you gasp and arch your back, your head leaning back onto her shoulder.

"shh.. just focus on how good you feel." she purred into your ear, giggling as she tugged more harshly.

your mind became hazy as the pleasure became too much and you came on mammon's tongue. "s-stop.. no more." you mumbled as he licked up all your cum, the overstimulation settling in. you got off mammon's face, much to his dismay.

sage was still pumping his cock even though he'd already came for the second time. yet he was still enjoying the pleasure.

he looked at you, his eyelids hooded and drool seeping out from the corner of his mouth. "wanna.. feel.. your pussy.. on my.. cock.." he mumbled out, reaching out a hand to you.

you leaned down to him with a smile. "i'll give it to you.." you paused before giving his cock a harsh slap, making him let out a strangled moan, "after you give us another orgasm." you giggled as you slapped his cock again, making him cry out.

"remember, you still owe us 18 orgasms."

[the-banana-0verlord]

Searching up obey me x reader dash simulator:

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[yinthreekareta]

OKAY I SWEAR THERES A FIC WHICH IS MISSING

I REBLOGGED THIS FIC BEFORE BUT ITS MISSING FROM MY REBLOGS AND I KNOW THAT I DIDNT DELETE THE POST

IT WAS ABT MODERN/HUMAN(???) AU SUGAR DADDY MAMMON X READER AND IT WAS A SMUT FIC AND I SWEAR TO DIAVOLO THAT THING EXISTED

EDIT: I FOUND IT THANK YOU GUYS

[scytheissithis]

In addition to my previous post, I’m looking for patient, 18+ roleplayers who might like to roleplay with me (who is 18+). I do:

Romanic, platonic

OBSWD, BG3, Skyrim, Wayhaven Chronicles, ATLA, Demon Slayer, Arcane, and FFXV.

OCs are welcome!

Fandomless roleplay (I’m shit at worldbuilding but if you’ve got a world you want to work with I’m more than open to it). If it’ll be fandomless, know that I’m NOT into:

Zombies, apocalypse (generally, there are a few exceptions), and modern war. Anything else pretty much goes (including smut, though I might ask to skip or pause if I’m not feeling it at the time).

I typically prefer magic, supernatural, and/or fantasy, but can work with a lot, so if in doubt, ask me! I’m sure there’s more fandoms I’m cool with too, so again, ask me if you’re not sure.

I’m fairly good at writing (which would make me literate, I think? I don’t understand the system to measure it) and tend to match whatever amount my rp partner puts down. If that’s several paragraphs, or one, either is fine. I’ve been roleplaying for about nearly three years now (though only with one person), and have been writing for thirteen years. I have a lot to learn but adapt quickly to whatever your patterns are.

Even if this post looks really old, I can almost guarantee I’m still looking. I love roleplaying with people.

[darklyndivinely]

What are you waiting for?

Fandom(s) - Obey Me!

Pairing(s) - Mammon x gn!reader

Summary - "I want to kiss you." "What are you waiting for?"

Warnings - Suggestive Content, Nudity, Implied Smut, heavy making out, no actual smut cause I'm not that confident, reader calls Mammon 'darling.'

Wordcount - 900

A/N - This turned out more sensual than I thought I was capable of lmao. And if that change of atmosphere in the middle is awkward, no it's not. Enjoy this horny shit I produced!

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“Mammon!” you call out, flicking the water from over your eyes to clear your vision. “Can you bring me my towel?”

Unlocking the latch on the bathroom door, you reach out a hand.

“Here ya are,” Mammon says.

“Thanks.”

When you step out a couple minutes later, the towel secure around your body, Mammon sits half-sprawled across your bed, soft sounds of a game emanating from his D.D.D. He looks up as you drop your dirty clothes in the laundry basket, eyes widening at your form. The device in his fingers slips as he sits up with a jerk, a strangled noise crawling past his lips. It was both surprising and pleasing that he never seemed to grow less flustered at the sight of your body.

“What are ya doin naked?!” he asks, face aglow with fluster.

You laugh merrily. He was so cute. “I just had a shower, Mammon. And see”—you gesture at the towel wrapped around you—“I’m not naked. Not really.”

“That ain’t doin’ anything for ya,” he says indignantly, eyes dragging down the length of you. “Go wear some real clothes!”

You twist a pout onto your lips, sidling closer to him. He tenses as you nudge yourself between his knees, a soft breath escaping him when your fingers caress his jacket. “Hmm, are you sure you don’t want me to stay in just this, Mammon?”

He gulps, Adam's apple bobbing with the movement. He puffs out his chest against your hand, a poor attempt at appearing unperturbed. “Yes!”

You tilt your head at him, a sly smile edging your lips. “Your body, however, says something else, darling.” You gesture at the hand he hesitantly hovers over your waist. “If you want something, say it.”

His eyes waver between your lips and eyes, drawing downward to your hand that now rests at the crook of his neck. The silence of the room is tinged with his anxiety, broken only by the soft wind knocking against your window.

“Ya… Ya look hot,” he says, eyes blazing into yours. His hand becomes palpable against your spine, bringing your body closer. “I want to kiss you.”

You stifle the swoon in your voice. “What are you waiting for?”

Mammon needs no more incentive. He surges upward, the press of his fingers on your back growing stronger, and meets your lips with urgency. It’s a bit awkward in your current position—you standing between his legs and him reaching up, and yet your boyfriend makes up for it by the trail of fire he leaves across your tongue. There’s something incredibly addicting about it, in the way your lips lock, passion and desire falling together in sync like two lovers of the night.

You fist a hand in his hair, soft strands of ivory teasing your skin, and slant your lips deeper against his, pushing him back against the mattress. He moans in your mouth, the palm wound around your waist aiding your ascent onto him. You straddle his hips, supporting yourself with a hand beside his head. His exploration of your mouth increases in fervor, the full weight of your body atop him injecting liquid fire into his veins. Still, as his hand runs across your skin, the pure contact that he yearns for is restricted by that damned towel. He whines, tugging at it.

Amused, you push up onto your knees, inhaling lungfuls of heaving breaths, and yank at the knot that secured the cloth around you. It falls away. There’s a short beat before Mammon’s fingers reach the newly-exposed skin. The touch that you had expected to be hurried and impatient, instead, grazes over you softly. The simmering heat in the air crackles across your skin in soft embers. His marine eyes flit over you with a whisper of devotion, blunt nails dragging up your body like a prayer. It knocks the remaining air from your lungs.

You run a gentle hand over his jaw, drawing his eyes, and capture his lips again. They are impeccably soft against yours, the middle of his tongue cool with the taste of faint mint. Everything about him was so beautiful.

The hand at your waist flexes, fingers splaying wide across your lower back. The tender whispers he’d been uttering seem to speed up, gradually transforming into a medley of desire and eagerness. His hips, clothed in rough jeans, come to grind against your naked sex. The fizzing embers ignite back into a spray of molten fire.

You jerk back with a moan, body convulsing at the sharp stimulation. From beneath, Mammon grins up, pearly teeth and unadulterated glee, and loops a hand around your nape.

Swiftly he flips your positions, pressing you into the mattress with a drawn-out drag of his hips that rips another pleasurable sound out of your throat. He laughs beautifully, lovingly caressing your cheek before pulling away to his knees to shrug off his jacket.

Soon enough, he has peeled every layer of clothing off his body. You trace the path of his collarbone, inching down to his pecs, and scrape a nail against one of his nipples. He chokes on a guttural moan, lowering to rest his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he says, breath fanning your cheek in arcs of emotion. “I love you so, so much.”

You smile against his lips. “I love you too, darling.”

[wepsi]

Be a good girl and I will reward you-Satan(smut)

(Not my art! Go follow @ _ivutyozo on Instagram!)

sub female reader, hard dom satan, established relationship

part two to this

This is going to be kinky but it is kinktober!Don't say I didn't warn you

(This is already talked through and consensual!)

Tw: hard pet play, neglect, cage, restraints, gag, butt plug, blow job, toys, humiliation, biting, leash, degrading (ik it's long lol)

Scenario: After the initial session with the collar, Satan has been purchasing you more and more toys. Each one you consented to of course. This wasn't familiar territory to either of you, but thinking of what he might surprise you with next made you wet. The sessions were just ramping up with each time, every time you think it can't get more intense it does. And that's how you ended up in the state you are now.

The stars light up the beautiful night sky, the window in Satan's room angles the light to softly illuminate his reading chair. There he sat, his beautiful soft blonde lashes falling over his glowing eyes. Eyes that weren't looking at you, but another book, is he actually reading it? You wonder. You would love to call out to him, have his sweet name roll off your tongue, but there is a gag in your mouth preventing speech.

How did you end up in this situation? In a small cage just big enough for you on your knees, hands cuffed behind your back, ankles shackled to each other. A pair of cute fluffy purple cat ears decorating your head, the collar decorating your neck with a leash attached. A matching purple tail butt plug. But that wasn't the only hole plugged, in your heat there was a vibrator causing you to squirm and leak. Despite your grunts and whines Satan does not even glance your way, you plead with your eyes, obsessed with his every breath every move. You hear and see another page flipped, the absence of him only made you crave him more.

He has left you as a mess for a while now, the neglect turning you on and the humiliation making all the stimulation so much more intense. You burn holes into his face with your stares, look at me look at me look at me. Cumming once again and overstimulated you collapse on the side of the cage, causing noise.

Satan shuts his book with one hand, turning his head to look you dead in the eyes. Yes look at me! You feel a shiver down your spine. He gets up and taking his time walking towards you, not bothering to kneel to be eye level with you. He stands to loom over you, observing you for a solid few minutes, making you feel humiliated and turned on again. He lightly kicks the cage and bends over, puts his finger on his lips

"shhhhhh, you should be quiet when you're being punished and getting cage time."

You wiggle and try to explain, but it just came out as slurs because of the ball gag.

"Cats don't speak do they? Be a good girl and I will reward you."

Satan reaches his hand between the bars and into the cage, you immediately rub your head and cheek against it, like a cat would. Putting your chin into his palm you muster the best pleading eyes to look up at him, letting out a purr. Satisfied with his well behaving pet, Satan stands back up, retracting his hand which made you whimper at the lost of warmth. He unlocks the cage, swings it open, but you dare not to exit without permission.

Satan sits back down onto the edge of his chair, unzipping his pants and freeing his length, he holds it out and makes a beckon gesture with his finger,

"Come here and get your treat for being such a obedient girl."

You attempt to crawl towards him, struggling a bit with all the restraints, the leash dragging between your legs. Finally there you plop your head on the small square of seat cushion between his legs. Satan reaches behind your head to unclasp the gag, saliva followed the ball as it was removed. You plop your tongue out as he removes it, his length twitches, pleased at your gesture. He taps his cock on your tongue

"MMMMMM are you begging? Gooooood girl."

You hungrily swallow his length, bobbing your head up and down and occasionally taking it out to swallow on of his balls. Your hands being cuffed behind you makes it difficult but you desperately want to please him. Look at me, compliment me, pay attention to me. Satan grunts in pleasure, caressing the hair out of your face and holding it back. His other hand snaking down your back, firmly grabs onto the butt plug and yanks it out. Earning a yelp from you, and you bite onto his inner thigh.

"Fuck! Bad girl! No biting!"

He takes his cock and baps it onto your nose, then proceeds to shove it down your throat, roughly grabbing onto your hair to thrust into you. Tears decorate your eyes, and your feel him twitch and warm semen runs down your throat, doing your best you swallow it all and lick the rest off of your lips and his tip. He smiles at you,

"Look at you, are you in heat or something? Get down and turn around, I'll satisfy you."

You do as you're told, facing away from him and making sure your ass was in the air for full display. The vibrator gets pulled out and you hear him rustle behind you, and feel his heat between your legs, after the torturous neglect you were READY to accept him, sliding in you let out a satisfied moan. He wastes no time and fucks into you HARD.

Grabbing onto the leash and pulls you onto him, slapping and moaning this was the peak of pleasure. Just when you feel yourself close to cumming again, he grabs onto the tail and shoves it back in, making you howl and instantly orgasm. He keeps pounding into you even though you were overstimulated, pulling it out with a pop he flips you over, and ribbons of hot cum decorated your chest.

He stares down at you, huffing from all the activity, and leans down to softly make out with you. Once the heat of the play died down, he proceeded to free you of everything except the ears, he thought they were cute.

"Are you ok, was it all ok?"

"Satan it was amazing!"

You huffed and panted out, and gave him a weak smile. He beams at you, initially scared this might be too much for you. He pulls you into a embrace and decorates the top of your head with kisses. And gives you soft pets and scratches.

"I love you so much, and I'm so glad to have you."

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Week 4: Beelzebub x M!Reader/MC - Massage

CW: Fondling, Descriptions of pain

Beelzebub will always be leagues ahead of you in terms of athleticism; few could compare his strength or prowess on the Fangol field. Still, your wish to keep up would push you to dangerous limits. That’s where you find yourself now; the demon crouched over you as he tried to identify the muscle that caused you such horrible pain.

“Spread your legs for me.”

Your face flushes, thighs barely spreading apart.

“Spread them wider,” Beel commands, voice laced with worry.

“Beel!” You cry out, head buried in your hands. It’s not like you and Beel haven’t been in this position before, but it is the first time he’s done so on the kitchen counter, with the bag of ice he originally packed for you placed to the side.

With said strength, he separates your legs, noticing how you tense and hiss when his fingers press into your thigh. Carefully, Beel digs his thumb into the muscle, running it along your inner leg towards your crotch, “Thankfully, it’s only a cramp.”

Silence befalls you both, and for the first time since finding yourself in the past, you can admire the demon before you. He has never been considered small, but the demonic visage easily dwarfs his usual human appearance. You blatantly gawk at the muscles that flex as he continues to work at the tightness in your leg. Sweat cools on his biceps, the pink tinge of a light sunburn shining under the trickling drops. The flush of his skin contrasts with the deep black stripes that peek out from under his tank top. His fluttering wings leave little room for him to maneuver comfortably about the kitchen while large, imposing horns curve in a protective halo from his head.

His fingers glide over the knotted muscle, and you can feel it finally give under the pressure. Pain and pleasure radiate from your thigh, and you can’t help the moan that slips past your lips. Beel doesn’t seem to notice; instead, he gives the area a once-over, ensuring the tension is gone by sinking his fingers further into the ample flesh.

Your legs snap shut, trapping his hand between your thighs as another wave of tender arousal throbs in your core. “Beelzebub,” you plea, worried someone will walk in and see your predicament, the demon’s hands dangerously close to your cock straining against your athletic shorts.

He quietly apologizes, face growing pink when he notices the reason for your defiance. Grabbing the bag of ice, you shamble toward the table’s edge, ready to retreat to Cocytus Hall before embarrassing yourself further. Beel stops you, however, with strong hands on your shoulders, holding you still against the wooden table.

“You need to take it easy,” he admonishes. His hands fall to your thighs again, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. Once secure, Beel lifts you into the air, his own hardening cock grazing against your center, and quickly whisks you away to the solitude of his room.

Compared to the drafty breeze that plagues the House of Lamentation, Beel’s bed is invitingly warm, and you don’t resist its call when he places you against its pillows. The stinging pain in your leg has thankfully subsided, leaving behind only your swelling need and indecent fantasies of what’s to come.

He’s hesitant at first but soon is palming your cock through the fabric, fingers running along your length much in the same way he did to your aching muscle. Wiping away a few strap drops of drool, Beel repeats the words that got you into the situation in the first place.

“Let me help."

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