#om! fanfic

[demonvibez]

Oooh there's this scenario I've had in my mind for a while now //0//0// Its pretty generic I think but... Beelzebub + using food during sex.... It's kind of cheesy but like,,, it's so hot too. whipped cream ON his favorite human?? They both taste divine in their own right, but both at the same time?? Sinful.

A/N: not cheesy at all! I think a lot of us would enjoy this scenario. 😈 hope y'all enjoy this drabble, lemme know if you'd like more! ♡ Rating: Explicit (MDNI) Tags: food play, chest play, oral sex, fem anatomy, penetration mention

It all starts out innocently enough, as it normally does when hanging out with your boyfriend. You find him in the kitchen once again, cruising the cupboards for a midnight snack. You surprise him with a few snacks in a hidden drawer of the fridge, and pull him back with you to your room. You can't sleep anyway, so why not indulge?

And while Beelzebub is normally content to munch away on whatever snacks you relinquish to him, instead he intently watches as you enjoy your own food. Do you even know how seductive you're being? The way you lick the whipped cream off of your fingers, the way your eyes roll back a little at the taste. He can't help but for his mind to be clouded with ideas on how he can make your eyes roll back...

Suddenly, a dollop of whipped cream falls down your chest, dripping its way between your breasts. Before you can even reach down to wipe it off yourself, you can feel Beelzebub's tongue gently licking it off of you. Savoring it like a rare treat, the moan he lets out at the taste stirs desire deep within you.

"-Tastes'damn good," he mumbles against your skin as his lips continue, searching for more. He needs to taste more of you, all of you - another shade of his Gluttony taking over. You pull away, only to quickly pull off your top and spray a little bit of the whipped cream onto your nipple. With a mischievous smirk and lustful eyes, you press your breast back to Beel's lips - which he eagerly accepts. The feeling of him swirling your nipple around his tongue has you gasping out tiny little whimpers and moans, eliciting Beel's already aroused cock to grow impossibly harder. He'd love nothing more than to relieve his aching cock right now, stretching that pretty little hole of yours and filling you up with his own cream - but his sin has another idea, for now.

In almost an instant, Beel pulls away from you, only for him to grab the waist of your shorts and rip them off with your underwear in one fluid motion. He snatches the bottle from your hand, a slight shiver going up your spine as he sprays it onto your sex. The moan that escapes your lips as he licks the cream from your clit is loud enough to leak into the hallway - but neither of you care. 

Sweeter than Celestial sugar, he can't get enough of the taste. His favorite human on his tongue, drizzled in the sweetness of the cream - so heavenly, and yet so sinful. Although the more he continues, the more he realizes he prefers to taste only you. He discards the can, his focus never leaving - he is beyond ravenous, and only you can satiate his hunger. His moans rumble deep into your core, the tension within you building as he devours you. Another few swirls of his tongue send you over the edge, euphoria washing over your body as he eagerly laps up every last drop.

And without even the slightest pause, the Avatar of Gluttony continues on, happily sucking on your sensitive cherry as you writhe in pleasure underneath him. Overstimulated after your first climax, you beg and whine, your mind a mess as you grind against his face for more. You just need him inside of you right now, but he just can't find the willpower to pull himself away...

You are addictingly delicious, and Beelzebub will not be stopping until his appetite is fully satisfied.

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[moodmagicgirl]

The Wrath 🐈‍⬛

[trebledcrow]

Tranquility Beneath the Stars (MC x Belphegor, MC pov)

A live projection of the human world night sky covered the ceiling of the House of Lamentation’s planetarium, meteors and their bold, white trails smearing across the midnight sky. Occurring on this night was the peak of an annual meteor shower, and you’d agreed to a makeshift viewing as a date with your beloved.

You laid flat beside Belphegor, who’d just dozed off despite his futile attempts to remain awake for the whole date. You almost wished he could’ve lasted longer, but despite that, you were still content with simply being alone with him.

Belphegor’s chest softly rose and fell while he buried himself further into your side. A soft sigh escaped his lips when he then wrapped a sleeved arm around you.

This sudden move caught you off guard, though you couldn’t help but to feel comforted by his unconscious affections. He looked peaceful with you in his grasp — perhaps more than usual.

The midnight silence, interrupted only by the caressing whisper of trees in the wind outside the windows, was enough to lull you into a blissful serenity. This sparse moment was one to savor, and so you did

Perhaps spending more quiet nights like this with your partner and nap buddy were in order. Things were commonly chaotic at the House of Lamentation, but tonight was an exception. A rare and welcome exception.

Lady moon continued to make her rounds towards the west while you gazed up at the projection. While counting passing meteors, weariness began to overtake you and your eyes began to sting.

Ultimately you were forced to surrender as staying awake became an impossible task. Quietly exhaling, you settled down and clung to Belphegor for warmth and comfort.

With a turn of your head, you planted a tender kiss upon the sleeping demon’s crown. You leaned closer and whispered a simple phrase; a phrase you’ve similarly said many nights before.

“Come see me in my dreams, alright..?”

With that, you pulled the cotton quilt brought along to the date over the both of you and closed your eyes, awaiting a loving dream meeting in the astral realm.

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Well. I impulsively wrote this after stargazing and observing meteors myself… instead of finishing my other projects…. and while fighting sleep. The inspiration was far too strong. Im no beta’ing this baby and editing the best I can while fighting the eepiness, and given that, i can’t guarantee quality bc i wrote this while half asleep hehe. It’s 5:36am, so perhaps I’ll go sleep now. Hope that anyone who finds this enjoys it 🖤✨

[rubberduckrobin]

𝗦𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱.

Fandom: Obey Me!

Summary: The brothers bickering, as usual. But this time it comes at the cost of a life.

Word count: Around 1k.

Authors note: This was originally meant to be a knights/princesses sort of thing but I wanted an epic battle with a dragon... but I also wanted it to be sad, so here we are.

[R/N stands for Readers name.]

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55778944

TW/Content warnings: Injury/gore, blood, death.

[GIF from IceGif.com. This does not belong to me.]

It looms over you. 

You'd seen dragons as tameable, beautiful creatures. A staple of fantasy, the only harm they bring being fear - for the purpose of narrative; the romanticisation of them in the books you read and the games you play lessened the thoughts in the back of your mind that if it were a real being, without a ‘hero’ to save you a dragon could kill. And what’s even scarier is that most of the time it has no motive, because at the end of the day it’s an animal born into the world blind - as everyone is - relying purely on instinct.

The dragon before you is not the kind from fiction. You need to now delve deep into the drowned thoughts: the realistic. It’s real and it’s standing in front of you, defensively as if you are the threat. Because, essentially, you are in its instinctual-driven perspective - survival of the fittest.

And as its form, almost quadruple the size of you, towers up between you and the Devildom sky, you realise that stories are rose-tinted from the imagination, and that the reality is blinds you with tears. Never would you have thought them to be true blood lusting and ravenous beasts. 

You were entranced by it, a deer in bright headlights, and because of this were brought into its territory as its next prey; now you need to fight back.  

It was foolish of you to approach it, to be your own ‘hero’, but you had nowhere else to go. 

If it were a perfect fantasy world, you would threaten to slay the dragon, but instead caress its 'smooth' scales and hush it to calm, the world brought to applause - but this is the Devildom, and the closest you are to being saved by a ‘hero’, other than yourself, is a last minute arrival of one, or all, of the brothers. A reliance on a close scrape is all you have.

Your flesh loathes the gaping claw wounds as they tease you, trying to rip themselves off of your skin, before you do it yourself, no longer able to endure the agony. 

It hasn’t yet torn you apart but it’s taking your strength. You’ve now turned to foetal, curled up into a ball, clutching the lines of the bloody split carved into your stomach, the rocks of the ground adding to your agony.

The dragon has so far only managed to scratch you twice, pick you up by its claws and drop you from half its height, but it’s enough to make your body surrender. But no, not your mind; it’s still clinging onto the hope that somebody - it doesn’t even have to be one of the brothers - somebody is coming.  

Excruciating. Hot streamed sweat and blood boils the wounds, streams into your eyes and you are not sure whether you’re blinded by this or by the tears cascading down your face like bullets. 

You can hear muffled voices.

It burns, it burns. The blur turns red. Is it now blood or is it flame around you from the dragon's breath? The only thing the stories and games were right about. This is crazy - dragons are real, just not tameable, beautiful. Only partially beautiful. You were entranced. But now you see the ugly in its sharp skin, the tangled, matted, burning, smoking fur and you can hear its furious empty growls.

It slashes you, again, then curls you around its nails. It drops you, again. Your breath hitches. Over and over. Over and over. It’s not steadying, it embodies the panic you feel. The ash blocks your nose. You have to breathe through gritted teeth. 

It stops.

Not the pain, but the dragon. Why is the dragon now just watching you? 

You turn. 

No, it’s not watching you. 

Four of the brothers are there, almost as expected.

“I was ‘ere first, back off! I can do it myself!” Mammon.

“I’ll save them!” Leviathan.

“I need to be the one to save them. I need to apologise.” Satan.

“Can’t you guys see that just fighting each other is not going to fight the dragon?” Asmodeus.

Magic takes concentration, and it’s not something they’ll have if they continue to bicker; in a perfect world, they would all work together. 

You realise that this might be your own last fighting moment, so you take the dragon's distraction as a chance to run, and where else would you run to, other than into their arms?

You choke on the things you long to ask: if they were there the entire time, why didn’t they act sooner? Aren’t they strong enough? 

Your breath catches up to the pace of your feet - the dragon is not yet defeated and is growing impatient. 

The first to catch you is Mammon.

“R/N!” 

He’s shaking, and as you grasp for the rest of them, you realise they all are. Or maybe it’s just you. 

“Ah, you’re bleedin’, you’re bleedin’! Alright, R/N, we’re ‘ere. I promise ya you’ll be alright.”

They didn’t act soon enough. In the absence of their action, you feel even more of your strength fading. 

You turn to your knees, limp.

“Woah! Woah! R/N! Are you okay?” 

More arrive. The dragon watches keenly.

“Idiots! Why didn’t you do anything? Idiots, idiots!” It’s all Belphegor can say. He's loud and this taunts the already-ringing deafness in your ears.

Beelzebub remains silent. Frozen in fear…but you know it's not the dragon. You know deep down that it's because he’s scared of losing you. Like he did with Lilith. 

And he doesn’t know it’s your fault not his. 

“Everyone. Leave. With R/N. Now.”

“Oh, great. Lucifer gets to save the day, as usual.” Does Satan not care?

“Then let's all do it then, for fucks sake.” Belphie cares, you know this. But he's making things worse - everyone is. 

The only people left in your embrace are Asmodeus and Leviathan, but it's grown less comforting over time as they realise the severity of your wounds and also as the tension increases.

Your bloodied hands stain their shirts as they drift away from your touch to confront the dragon.

You reach out to them, unable to do much more.

“I said leave, did I not?” Lucifer is tired. You know he is.

 Will any of them ever defeat this dragon?

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The dragon is defeated, but at what cost? 

You hear the dragons’ wail and thud as it collapses. You see the flash of light from the magic. You watch all of the brothers turn to you. 

You see Diavolo arrive. You see him point at you, an expression never seen on a king's face before.

Why is he pointing at you? You can’t tell through your half-shut eyelids.

Your blood is warm, the ground is cold. Your head hitting the ground from the side.

Your last feeling is the blood dripping from your forehead. Your last smell, the blood. Your last taste is metallic. Your last sound is lost voices.

Your last sight, your heroes. 

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Is that a pen in your pocket? No just a new OM! NB Fanfic.

[xxgrimml0vrxx]

a/n sorry I’ve been gone for so long, life is crazy but here’s more Mammon stuff that’s been heavy on my mind 𓄿

⚠️warnings⚠️ breeding, afab reader (no pronouns but the word ‘pussy’) Mammon being greedy.

Mammon has a breeding kink and I will not be argued with. he just does.

Especially in spring, (February to May is when crows typically breed and nest) his mind filled with thoughts of bending you over anywhere and stuffing you with his cum.

He’ll even freeze mid-conversation imagining you plump and round with a child. his child. In his pretty little human.

He’ll go fucking feral for it.

“That’s my good human.....ya look so good underneath me treasure~” Mammon moans as he pounds himself into you.

You don’t remember how many times you’ve cum by now, tears running down your face as you gasp and moan trying desperately to catch your breath.

Mammon just laughs softly as he presses soft kisses to your chapped lips and sweaty face.

The fucked out look on your face makes his cock throb, and he has to look away before he cums too quickly.

Mammon presses his body into yours, face in your neck. His fast thrusts speed up again, the room finning with the sound of sweaty sink slapping against skin.

“If only ya knew what you did to me. You know how crazy this little pussy makes me? Do ya know how bad I need ya sugar? ‘m tellin’ ya it feels like I’m addicted to you….” His voice is low and breathy right in your ear and you whine, nodding your head…..but then again your brain is too fuzzy to really make out what he’s saying.

Mammon laughs again and then bites down on the junction between your neck and your shoulder. It’s what sends you over the edge once more, and milks him dry, moaning each other’s name as you cum together.

Mammon is still shuddering for a full minute after his orgasm. And his cock is still hard inside you, “Ya didn’t think we were done did ya treasure?”

[yuuchama]

(Leona Kingscholar x gender neutral reader)

Leona had groaned and ranted against you sleeping in his bed all night. "There's no room," he claimed while sprawled out on a mattress wide enough to fit an entire Spelldrive team. If you laid down to claim the bed's edge, he'd kick you to the carpet or nudge you over the side and quickly pretend to be asleep. The hours he spent coming up with excuses and dirty tricks would have been better spent actually sleeping.

Many times he'd yawn and repeat, "what kind of herbivore willingly crawls into the den of a beast?" while keeping you at arm's length. Every time you thought he was out cold and snuck back over, he'd swat you away. It was a raging battle of endurance.

Yet when morning came, Leona sang a completely different tune. Perhaps it was the exhaustion of staying up late. Perhaps he was just done fighting his feelings. At some point he really did fall asleep, allowing you to take over one pillow and the fringed corner of a blanket. They were temporary luxuries.

You awoke with the heavy prince on top of you, each slow breath warm against your ear as he nuzzled his chin against your shoulder. His arm curled around your head. Strands of long, dark brown hair stuck to your lips. Sunlight poured through the windows, bringing the dry heat of the day with it. You could have cooled off by moving a leg if the prince hadn't hooked his own knee over your thighs.

"Leona...?" You whispered the name. The pressure of his chest pushing down on yours made inhaling an inconvenience. Your hope that he would wake up was successfully answered by a twitch of his ear against your cheek.

"Leona, I can't breathe." Though still half asleep and uncoordinated, you felt uncomfortable. The sensation of pins and needles danced in your hands, along the bottom of your feet, and you wanted to roll over. Leona's tail tuft began to swish lazily, trailing over the hem of your shirt. Bit by bit, it helped you wake. "I want to get up."

You strained to move out from under the mass of muscles, grabbing the mattress's edge to pull yourself up. Leona huffed and buried his face further against your skin. There was an odd sensation at the base of your neck. A little damp, a little sharp, and very warm. Leona gently nipped at your throat until you stopped trying to escape.

"Did you just bite me?" Though tired, you were now fully awake and could take in more of the situation. Leona responded with a sleepy grunt. You retaliated with a couple strikes to his side, weakly aiming for the only spots within reach. "You're hot! Let me up!"

It was the wrong course of action. Leona stirred, only to move his arm across your chest and lock both legs around yours. Fingertips grasped at the fabric of your attire. "Be quiet," he grumbled, turning his face towards yours. He knew you'd talk less if your chin had to fight the weight of his head.

You were more stuck than before. "I can't move."

"Should have listened when I warned you." You were nothing more than captured prey in the lion's embrace.

Leona's chest returned to a rhythmic rise and fall as the morning birdsong lulled him back to sleep. You were going to have to put up with his body heat for a few more hours.

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[demonvibez]

Waking Up with You

Characters: Lucifer x Shy GN Reader Word Count: 2k+ Rating: Teen Tags: fluff, kissing, suggestive moments A/N: This was requested by a friend, and it was too cute to pass up. Hope y'all like!

Your sleepy eyes slowly flutter open, the night's dreams fading into obscurity as your eyes focus on your surroundings. Letting out a tiny yawn, you push yourself up a bit to have a look around. With nothing but the flickering light of a distant candle, you gaze down at the handsome demon beneath you, his arms loosely gripping you as you lay on his chest. It was your first time spending the night with Lucifer - nothing too scandalous though, for he knows how timid you are, and has been taking things slow in your relationship together. Last night was pretty much perfect - of course the Avatar of Pride would plan the perfect date for you. He was able to bribe his brothers to leave for the night - with threat of punishment if they misbehave - and proceeded to cook the most romantic meal for you both. A moonlit dinner in the garden, just the two of you - and it's then that he gently takes you by the hand, and asks you to spend the night with him. The look in his crimson eyes and soft tone of his voice - which he reserves for only you - and you know you can trust him completely.

And that's how you found yourself in the arms of the Morningstar so early in the day. You can't stop yourself from admiring him - for like the painting above his bed, he truly is a work of art. His raven hair lightly brushed back out of his face, revealing peaceful eyes deep in slumber. His flawless skin like a smooth marble, and you swear in your mind you think you can see him actually smiling in his sleep. You wonder for a moment if it's effortless - he is asleep, after all. Then again, he is Lucifer - ever meticulous and prideful, maybe he would try to maintain decorum, even while unconscious. Even so, he truly is picturesque - if only you could take his picture. You know you’d wake him if you tried, though - you'll have to commit this sight to memory.

You can't help but to bite your lip as your eyes drift downwards to the rest of his body - the way his sleep shirt only has two buttons done, the rest falling open to reveal his chiseled features. You can see why he was Father's favorite - he sure took his time crafting such perfection. You can't help the way your fingers lightly ghost over the contours of his abs, so tempting to touch. Your hand hovers, but you don't want to disturb his sleep. So you hesitate. That is, until you hear a light chuckle.

"Curious, are we?" He has that tone which you can tell means he is smirking. Caught a bit off guard, you can't help the small jump scare he gives you - a tiny yelp leaving your lips and a ferocious blush flooding your cheeks. Your eyes widen and you immediately reach down for the grey silk sheets and pull them over your head, hiding under them.

"Uhhh…I'm sorry, that was weird. How long have you been awake," you ask, your already sheepish voice muffled by being buried under bedding. Lucifer tightens his arms around you, looking down at your form with a certain sense of amusement.

How long had he been awake? Well, certainly longer than you had. He had actually been laying there for quite a while, keeping his eyes closed and simply enjoying the moment. At first because he didn't want to move from this embrace with you, but then he felt you stirring, and wanted to see what you would do. He eventually peaked his eyes open to find you looking at him in wonder - and he finds himself looking at you the same way. You're just so adorable, so precious, so endearing. So perfect in all of your own ways, that he actually finds himself feeling grateful once again. Maybe fate hasn't turned it's back on him after all. It's once he saw you contemplating whether or not you should touch him, that he could no longer keep up his sleepy rouse.

And now, he feels he misses your face already.

"Nonsense, my love. Please don't ever hide yourself from me." he says, both literally and figuratively. You can hide yourself from the rest of the world, but never from him. Sure, it may be partially due to his pride, but it is also because he cares for you so deeply - because he already loves the parts of you that have opened up to him. He is eager to continue peeling back the layers, getting to know the real you, the human with the most beautiful soul he's ever seen. So of course he's not going to let you just hide away from him - especially while he holds you in his arms. Using his strength to pull the sheet off of the bed, he tosses it off of the edge. Finally, he is able to gaze into your kind human eyes.

"There you are." That tender smile he reserves for only you pulls at his cheeks. "I've been awake for sometime now, and I did not wish to disturb you. So I may have feigned my slumber for a bit longer to keep you in my arms. However, I had no idea when you would awaken - or that I would find you admiring me in such a way," he teases, his voice low and his signature smirk making a comeback. You go to hide your face against his chest, only for Lucifer to lightly grab hold of your chin. His thumb gently strokes your cheek as he reassures you that you have nothing to be embarrassed about - it's just the two of you here, in your own private little paradise.

You melt into his touch, his words, and you both find yourselves leaning in, your lips colliding - gentle at first, but slowly growing in intensity. Your little human hands grip the loose fabric of his pajama shirt, and now suddenly the Avatar finds himself lightly blushing - whether it's the kiss itself, or the reminder that you wore his dress shirt to bed, he's unsure. He's just glad you're too shy to tease him about it. You pull away for air, and now you're the one letting out a chuckle.

"What's got you blushing, Luci? Hmmm?!" Or maybe not, about you teasing him - but you're both laughing as you lightly poke his cheek. You always manage to find a way to surprise him - to show him little glimpses of yourself that you don't show to anyone else. Maybe that's why the two of you are so perfect for each other. He lightly grabs your wrist, before pressing a kiss to the tip of your finger.

"Only you could, my dear." And you swear you see his eyes sparkle as he leans in to steal yet another kiss from your soft lips. Your hand gently cups his cheek, and the warmth of your touch illuminates his demonic soul. For a brief moment he wonders how he could find such a slice of heaven so far down below - how he could continue to be blessed after being condemned. Pushing those thoughts aside, he deepens the kiss, the little noises you’re making letting him know you’re enjoying it too. Those little sounds are music to his ears - and knowing he’s the only one that gets to hear such a beautiful song makes his heart swell that much more.

Your hands move down his torso, searching for those two annoying little buttons at the bottom of his sleep shirt. You fiddle with them a bit, unable to undo them without breaking away. Lucifer beats you to the punch, breaking the kiss but still hovering your lips with his own.

Just as he’s about to tease you for wanting more of him, a loud banging at the door shatters your peaceful existence together. He puts a finger to his lips, motioning for you to stay silent. Maybe if the two of you ignore it, the problem will just go away - wishful thinking. A louder bang, followed by Mammon and Satan shouting from the hallway, makes it clear that will not be the case. How could they possibly be home already?! While Greed shouts for more money (and Wrath does his best to pester the Eldest), you feel Lucifer’s muscles tense beneath you. His eyes roll at his brother's demands, his jaw clenching as he tells you he will be back in a moment through gritted teeth and a fake smile. That deadly smile. That deadly, sadistic smile that has but one meaning: retribution. Thankfully it isn't for you, but you can only imagine the fate of the brothers that actually will receive it.

He quickly presses a kiss to the top of your head before climbing out of bed. Buttoning up his shirt as he crosses the room to the door, he slips out into the hallway, making sure the door is firmly closed behind him. You’re not exactly sure what he says to his brothers, as you can’t make out his words. You just hear his low tone coming through the door, along with his angry aura. Probably something about them being strung up from the ceiling together - you’re sure you’ll find out later.

You hear a few crashing sounds, your eyes widening - you can imagine the fight currently erupting between your lover and his younger brothers. You’re not fond of these sibling fights between them - you usually stay out of it, trying your best to just fade into the shadows. It's simply more rational for you to step in once everyone has calmed themselves, even if only slightly.

For a moment you wonder what sort of mood Lucifer may return in, and the thought makes you want to pick the sheets back up off the floor and hide under them again - if only you could both return to the serenity of waking up in each other’s arms.

Sliding to the edge of the bed, you are about to reach for the discarded sheet when the door suddenly opens. Lucifer walks back in, and you notice he is casually chatting on the phone - he doesn’t seem angry at all. You’re unsure who he's talking to, at first - but as the conversation continues, he returns to sit next to you on the bed, and you can hear Lord Diavolo’s booming laugh on the other end of the call.

While he was out arguing with his brothers in the hallway, he had an epiphany - he wasn’t going to let anything ruin his day with you. So he called the Future King to ask about sending his brothers to the Castle and taking the day off. He wasn’t too specific about telling his plans, but Diavolo was happy to oblige him regardless - plus, the Prince put it together on his own, and he’d never deny his best friend.

“Once again, thank Barbatos for me for taking my brothers off of my hands today. And thank you as well, Lord Diavolo. Let me know if they’re too much troub-“ and you hear Diavolo cutting him off, saying the two of them have it handled - and something about the brothers ‘rat-catching in the labyrinth.’ The thought of such a task gives you a slight shiver, having to hunt rats in such a cold, dark maze. You instinctively move closer to Lucifer, wrapping your arms around him and hiding your face against his shoulder. The feeling of you pressing into his side signals him to wrap up the call, and he does as such before tossing his DDD onto the nightstand. You peek up at him, a certain innocence in your eyes as you rest your cheek on his shoulder. Eyes that could start the Second Celestial War. He almost gets lost in them - until you gently break the silence.

“What was that all about?”

“Just making sure we can enjoy the rest of our day together in peace,” he says, now taking the arm you are resting against and wrapping it around you instead, pulling you closer into him. “Now…where were we,” he murmurs, his smirk devious yet playful. That bright blush he loves so much returns to your cheeks once again, and of course he stops you before you’re able to hide your face. He knows you too well.

Another kiss he cannot resist, passion thick in the air as you resume the loving embrace you had both entered earlier. Your hands begin to roam again, pulling at the bottom of his pajama shirt, and he breaks the kiss to discard it for you. His pride immeasurable as he sees the way you’re looking at him, shimmers of both love and lust as you take in the demon before you.

Sin looks really good on you, but he doesn't want to get ahead of himself.

Taking your hand in his, he presses a soft kiss to your knuckles and promises that whatever you want do to next, it is all up to you. Whatever you may desire, he will respect it and make it come true. If you want to take things slowly, that’s fine by him - he has all the time in the world for you, the one human who has captivated his heart.

And just as he is about to settle back down, assuming you will choose to wait - you surprise him yet again, your lips crashing onto his, your hands pulling at what’s left of his pajamas.

Maybe you’re not as shy as he thinks...

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[moodmagicgirl]

The Pride 🦚

[mazzurin]

Humans have this thing called "cuteness aggression". Humans experiencing cuteness aggression may feel the urge to bite, pinch, squeeze, or even crush something cute, but it's not a genuine desire to cause harm.

That was what the human was feeling right now. They sat still on Asmo's bed while watching him get ready for their hang out. They watched how Asmo was humming a tune of the new hit song from an idol in Devildom. He looked so happy and content while putting on some eye make-up.

The human stood up from his bed and walked towards him with a blank face. 'Asmo's so cute...he looks like a bunny', the human thought.

Asmo watched the human walk towards him through the mirror. "Hm?~ I wonder what my little lamb needs?~" He hummed in a cheery tone.

The human stared at how soft his cheeks looked. They were like steamed buns with a blush of pink. In another comparison, like a bunny.

They leaned down to his shoulders and bit it gently.

...

Asmo blinked and gasped in surprise from the sudden movement of the human. "...dear, what are you doing?" He asked.

They mumbled an apology before placing their hands on his shoulders. "You looked so cute that I wanted to bite your cheeks...but you'll get mad if I ruined your makeup..."

Asmo's brush was dropped to his desk and he turned around to face the human slowly. "Hm..I think you spend too much time with Beel..." He nagged and stood up.

With a smile, he wrapped his arms around the human and kissed their cheek. "But still~ I guess I could forgive you for biting my shoulder~ You called me cute after all!" He cheered. As Asmo was attacking them with kisses, they felt it again. The cuteness aggression. With a swift of a second, they wrapped their arms around his waist and hugged him as tight as they could.

Asmo's giggles filled the room. "Dear, you're very affectionate right now. I wonder why?~" He whispered through their ear before cupping their face.

"...you're too cute Asmo, makes me want to eat you"

Asmo's smile turned into a playful smirk. "Now that's not what you want to tell the Avatar of Lust if you want to keep your clothes on!" He chuckled and gave the human a kiss on the forehead.

After half an hour of literally just being in each other's arms, they finally decided it was time to leave and went to the jewelry store just like what they had originally planned for today.

The human was squeezing and pinching and attacking Asmo with kisses every now and then the whole day. Needless to say, Asmo was very happy. So was the human, of course.

~

"...and suddenly they bit my shoulder! It's not like it hurt or anything, it was just so random..." Asmo threw his arms up in the air as he was telling the tale to Solomon.

The sorcerer chuckled and flipped a page from his book. "I think they got cuteness aggression, Asmo" He could relate to his fellow human in a way. Asmo was just one hell of an adorable demon as far as he has known the Avatar of Lust.

The lust demon looked at him confused. "Cuteness...what?" He furrowed his eyebrows and leaned closer to the table to get closer to Solomon. "Is that some kind of illness?"

Solomon shook his head with a smile and closed his book, his attention now full on the demon in front of him. "Cute aggression is a psychological phenomenon where humans experience the urge to squeeze, bite, or pinch something perceived as cute, not with the intention to harm, but as a way to cope with overwhelming positive emotions." He explained thoroughly. The demon looked at him in awe.

"Humans do that? That's so cute!~" He exclaimed. Solomon watched the demon ramble about how cute humans are and their behaviours. The sorcerer couldn't stop himself, after all, he is a human too.

He grabbed Asmo's hand and squeezed it before placing a kiss on top of his hand. Asmo stopped rambling and looked at the sorcerer in shock and excitement. "...Is this also a cuteness aggression you talk about?"

Solomon chuckled and gave him another squeeze before letting go of his hand. "Perhaps."

[7pink-prin-cess7]

Everyone listen to me!!!!!!

MC who starts hating demons with a burning passion. Demons treat humans as lesser life forms, as filth under their feet or as food. Demons did things to MC that have left them scarred for life. A demon killed them.

So it's no surprise they start treating the demon race like scum driven only by the evil in their hearts. After leaving devildom they gradually cut off all contact with the demon brothers and Diavolo while still being tortured by flashbacks and nightmares about clawed hands crushing their windpipe. And I imagine that it will take a loooooot of time for Belphegor to get over his hatred for humans - so if he and MC ever meet again then it'll be like looking in the mirror. Two pairs of eyes conveying nothing but detestation for one another.

[gloryofluv]

Burning of the Façade Ch 6

I have forgotten to post the last 4 chapters (oops) hehehe it's getting a bit steamy!

[zephyrchama]

(Based on that one scene from B99)

“Lucifer, your wrist looks kind of funny.”

All eyes turned to the Avatar of Pride when Leviathan pointed this out. They were supposed to be organizing the house library, but it was a long and boring task. One that everyone wanted to finish quickly, yet nobody could find the motivation to make any real progress.

“Oh no! What happened?” Asmodeus leaned over a table to try and steal a peek. Lucifer’s wrist was, indeed, bent in an odd manner. He used his non-dominant hand to shuffle some papers in order.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.”

“Yeah, Asmo!” Mammon jeered. “Back off, leave the guy alone.”

Lucifer ignored his brothers, icy gaze focused on the documents in hand. They were papers that had been misfiled and did not belong in the library. He reminded everyone in the room to “behave yourselves” before disappearing into his office.

Curious eyes followed him until he was truly out of sight. Then, the brothers exchanged fascinated looks. It’s not every day that Lucifer get injured.

“Alright, everybody bring it in. Huddle up.” Mammon ushered everyone to come close with a sweep of his hand. The boys reluctantly formed a loose circle.

“What are you up to now?” Belphegor asked with a sigh. “I want to finish this already.”

Mammon pretended not to hear as he whisper-shouted, “so, he wouldn’t say what happened, which can only mean one thing.”

”He’s in a fight club,” Beelzebub suggested.

“No. He did it doing something he’s embarrassed by.” Satan was quick to catch on to the truth.

Beelzebub followed up with, “oh. Could be a sports injury. I sprained my wrist playing fangol last year.”

“Really? I don’t remember that,” Belphegor said.

Leviathan asked, “you think Lucifer was playing fangol?”

A deep growl suddenly came from the doorway. There was no warning or indication that Lucifer would be back so quickly. Yet, the man in question had returned. His menacing quickly caused the group to shut up.

“I can hear you speculating about the nature and origin of my injury from my office, but I don’t think it’s relevant to your jobs. The jobs you should all be doing right now. Get to work.”

The brothers scattered like roaches back to their respective corners of the library. All except for Satan, who Lucifer beckoned over with his finger. Satan hesitated at first, but it was better to go along with Lucifer when his mood was sour. The two stepped out for a minute, far enough away that no one else would overhear.

“What?” Satan was fed up with this conversation and it hadn’t even started.

“Do you want to know how I actually hurt my wrist?

Satan’s eyebrows flew up and he took several seconds to think about the question. What an odd offer. There was nothing for Lucifer to gain by telling him this, was there? Though, if he spent too long thinking Lucifer might change his mind and leave his little brother wondering what happened forever. With an oddly docile tone of voice, Satan responded, “...Yes.”

While Satan was busy wondering how to respond, Lucifer had taken out his DDD. He was scrolling through a menu in search of something. “I was hula hooping. Diavolo and I attend a class for fitness and for fun.”

“No way.” Satan's true thoughts leaked out. It was so dumb, it couldn’t be true.

Lucifer raised his phone to Satan’s eye level. The proof was there. ”I’ve mastered all the moves. The pizza toss. The tornado. The scorpion, the oopsie doodle.”

With each and every silly name, Lucifer swiped to a new photo on his phone. There he was, doing the pizza toss. Showing Diavolo how to do the scorpion. Performing a flawless oopsie doodle. Satan was stupefied, his mouth ajar.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because no one…” Lucifer selected all of the images. He tapped on a trash can in the corner of the screen. The images, every last one, disappeared. “…will ever believe you.”

“No!” Satan lunged for the phone in vain. “You sick, twisted, son of a-”

“You got your answer," Lucifer told him. "Get back to work."

[mystictimemachinedream]

No Mercy

a/n: Damn, I haven't posted in a while but I finally had some ideas. This was just a filthy idea that came to me lmao. I should be posting another fic soon enough but it will be much longer than this.

Leviathan x Reader.

Cw: Rough Sex, Jealous!Levi, Possessiveness, Double Penetration, Degradation, Choking, Dumbification, Levi having two dicks, Creampies, Fem!reader, kinda OOC.

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You had no idea how you ended up like this—on your hands and knees, your back arched so obscenely deep that your ass was high in the air, presenting like some desperate bitch in heat. You’d been like this for what felt like hours, stuffed full of two thick cocks, stretched beyond reason, your cunt clinging to them greedily despite not knowing how the hell they even fit in the first place. But they did—oh, they did—and now, they dragged against your slick, gooey walls, each thrust sending pleasure-cracked lightning through your body. One thick, blunt cock nudged mercilessly against your sweet spot while the other rammed into your cervix over and over, a punishing rhythm that left you shaking and delirious, every nerve in your body reduced to raw sensation.

The filthy plap! plap! of skin against skin echoed through the room, mingling with your ragged moans. Every thrust sent Leviathan’s heavy balls smacking against your swollen clit, the impact making your toes curl, your body shudder. It felt too good—too much. Your eyes rolled back as you drooled onto the floor, your body strung tight between pleasure and unbearable need.

“L-Levi! I-it’s—ah!—too much!” You whimpered, weakly trying to crawl forward, your trembling hands dragging uselessly and pathetically against the smooth floor. But you barely made it an inch before he growled, his long, serpentine tail snapping around your waist like a vice.

With a sharp yank, he hauled you back hard onto his cocks, impaling you deeper, stealing the breath from your lungs. Your vision blurred with white-hot pleasure as he bottomed out, stuffing you so full your cunt spasmed around the thick intrusion, making you choke on a broken scream.

“But it wasn’t too much when you were acting like a little slut around Belphie, huh?” Leviathan spat, his voice laced with venom. One clawed hand cracked down onto your ass—

SMACK!

A high-pitched mewl ripped from your throat as your abused cunt clenching down around him like a vice, milking him without even meaning to. His rhythm never faltered—deep, ruthless strokes that had your thighs quivering, your mind unraveling at the edges. Your mind scrambled, barely able to grasp what he was talking about—Belphie?

Vaguely, you remembered the youngest brother trying to tug you down for a nap, how you’d squirmed away, desperately refusing because you knew how Leviathan got. As much as he was the awkward, blushing otaku who stammered at the mere mention of holding hands, he was also the Avatar of Envy. And when that envy took hold of him?

He fucked you like the demon that he was, like he needed to carve his claim into your body, brand you from the inside out.

And fuck, it was always so hot.

“I-I—ngh!—didn’t d-do anything,” you moaned, only to yelp when Levi yanked your head back by your hair, exposing your throat, forcing your back into an even deeper arch. His cocks drove into you even harder, your walls stretching around him in helpless surrender. You swore you could feel him in your throat with how impossibly deep he was.

“Didn’t do anything? That w-wasn’t—ah!—an apology, you fucking whore,” Leviathan sneered, his sweaty indigo bangs plastered to his forehead, coral horns gleaming under the ethereal blue glow of his massive fish tank. Henry 2.0 swam lazily in the background, oblivious to the debauchery taking place in front of him.

The creamy mess at the base of his cocks was proof of how many times he had already wrung you dry—how many times he had forced your spent cunt to cum, again and again, until you were nothing more than a twitching, babbling wreck.

Another sharp tug on your hair made you cry out, his claws digging deep into your waist. He was always so mean when he fucked you like this, so cruel. You knew if you didn’t apologize properly, he’d break you completely—fuck you until you passed out, just to prove a point. It only made your cunt clench even more tightly around his cocks at the thought.

When he changed his pace, slowing just enough to make you feel every thick vein, every ridge, your forehead dropped against the cool floor. You drooled messily onto it, shuddering, your pupils practically heart-shaped at the change in pace. He pulled out almost completely, leaving just the fat, leaking heads stretching your entrance, before driving all the way in again, burying himself to the base, grinding deep. The pressure against your cervix made your breath hitch, made your walls squeeze around him in helpless spasms. His tail still kept your hips up, ass high in the air, forcing you to take everything he gave you.

“‘M-‘m sorry! I-I won’t—f-fuck—do it again!” you sobbed, voice breaking into little hiccupping cries. Another deep, merciless grind had you gasping, his cocks stretching you so wide it felt like they were reshaping your insides. “I-I’ll be g-good!”

At your pathetic little plea, Leviathan’s cocks throbbed, the tight heat of your desperate little cunt making him groan. He leaned forward, pressing his sweaty, overheated chest against your back, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as his long fingers abandoned your hair in favor to sliding down—

Oh.

Oh.

A keening whimper tore from your throat as his thumb pressed down, circling your swollen, aching bud in tight, merciless motions. Your cunt instantly clamped down, gripping him in a desperate, needy vice. Fuck—fuck—just that and the slow, deliberate grind of his hips had you teetering on the edge.

“I-I can feel you tightening up,” Levi panted, his breath hot against your ear. His normally pale cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, his sunset-colored eyes glowing orange with predatory hunger. His thumb pressed down harder, faster, dragging you toward the inevitable. “Gonna make a mess on my cocks again, huh?”

Your toes curled. Your eyes rolled. You tried to rock back against him, to get him to pound you again, but his tail kept you trapped. You whined, needy, desperate.

“L-Levi! M-more—ahn!—I n-need more!”

The groan he let out was pure filth, low and breathless. His breath tickled your ear as he dragged his tongue along the shell before pulling back again. You whimpered when his fingers left your clit, but before you could protest, his hands clamped around your waist and—

He slammed into you.

“You were just whining that it was too much, and now you want more?” Leviathan panted, voice rough. “I-I guess—s-shit—I shouldn’t expect anything less from a cock-hungry little slut like you.”

His heavy balls slammed against your clit again, the wet plap! plap! echoing through the room, so obscene you would’ve blushed if you had a single thought left in your fucked-out brain. The sound of your sloppy cunt sucking him in, taking both of his cocks to the root, was filthy. It only made you get wetter, made your slick drip down your thighs, messy and wanton.

One of his hands released your waist and snaked up—

Around your throat.

Your high-pitched squeal turned into something closer to a gargled sob as his grip tightened just enough, the pressure sending you careening straight over the edge. Your body trembled violently, your walls spasming around his cocks, milking them greedily as you gushed, slick dripping down your trembling thigh. Your mind blanked, drowned in white-hot euphoria. You weren’t even sure what you were saying anymore, just slurred, broken babbles of his name.

Leviathan let out a guttural moan, his grip tightening as he slammed into you one last time—twice—before burying himself deep and cumming.

Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your already abused cunt, making you tremble as the heat pooled inside you. He didn’t stop, didn’t pull out—just rocked his hips lazily, fucking his seed even deeper, filling you until you overflowed.

You barely twitched when his tail gently flipped you onto your back, legs spread, his cum already beginning to leak from your wrecked cunt. You expected him to be back to his awkward, flustered self—to stammer out apologies for being so rough, to blush and look away like he always did.

But your breath hitched when you looked up at him.

He was still in his demon form, his tail flicking idly, those glowing sunset eyes fixed on you like prey. His cocks—still hard—were glistening with his own release, drooling more thick strands onto your already ruined entrance.

Fuck.

“I thought we were done. I already apologized,” you murmured, voice shaky—though your traitorous thighs spread wider in silent invitation. Your twitchy, leaking cunt clenched around nothing, desperate for him to fill it again.

Leviathan’s lips curled, his tail coiling possessively around your waist. He took both of his cocks in one hand and—

Pap! Pap! Pap!

He slapped your soaked, needy cunt with the heavy, leaking heads, making you jolt, slick spilling even more in anticipation.

“It wasn’t good enough,” he murmured, voice dangerously low. “You need to give me a better apology.”

Leviathan was definitely going to fuck you unconscious.

Again.

[fluffyluckyvampire]

What if the Demons and angles in Obey me have never cracked their back, simply because they never needed to/can't? Like, what if that's like... just a human thing. Imagine one of the brothers complaining about their back hurting, and MC is just like "oh just crack you back," and the brother is like, "CRACK YOUR WHAT?! 😨" and MC has to explain what 'cracking you back' means. Or, Imagine Solomon just stretches, and there's a loud 'pop', and everyone just automatically assumes he just broke his fucking back 💀.