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GREEDY, GREEDY ⟢ nsfw character insert

whatever he'd talked you into was glorious.

and wet.

very wet. gushing slick between your bunny-twitching legs spread so wide for no one but him. and he, fuck-

he was a greedy, greedy man.

before you knew it, he was right between them, throbbing cock sliding in with an ease that had your eyes dice-rolling in their skull, mouth perfectly agape for his fingers to slide and curl into your throat.

the very sensation of being so full on two ends had you writhing, cunt squeezing him for all his worth as you both moan for a lost mercy, trembling and wordlessly begging the other for more.

good god, maybe you were greedy too.

— ango sakaguchi, blade, chuuya nakahara, dainsleif, diluc, mammon, satoru gojo, saigiku jouno, solomon, tartaglia, toji fushiguro, veritas ratio, wriothesley.

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Hiiii! Love your writing 😘😘 wondering if you wanted to write about mammon and a little pet play with a gentle soft Dom!AFAB Mc (or GN). Have a nice day!!!

It's Always Sunny With You (NSFW)

Summary: Mammon always takes his brothers’ harsh words head on - he doesn’t care what they have to say about him! But after overhearing his brothers talking behind his back, Mammon isn’t sure how much more he can take. Sometimes, your little puppy needs to be reminded how much you love him (and just how good he is).

Warnings: sub!mammon, dom!reader, hurt/comfort, starts out angsty with a capital A, swearing, pet play, reader calls mammon “puppy” and “pup”, mammon calls reader “master”, body worship, so so much praise

Let me know if you think I missed anything!

All characters are over 18 :) 

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Oh Mammon my sweet sweet boy :( So excited to be writing for him! He deserves all the love in the world, and sometimes he seems to forget that. Thank you so much for the request, I hope you enjoy! Sorry that there’s so much exposition, I can’t help myself sometimes…

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Mammon put up with a lot.

This much was clear - as one of the seven rulers of hell, the second oldest at that, he had a lot on his plate. No matter how idiotic, or greedy, or in his own world he acts, he does really love his brothers (don’t you go telling any of them, now!).

Which made what was happening right now hurt so much more.

He knows he isn’t the world’s best older brother - hell, he could be a pretty terrible one at that - and the way he acted 99.9% of the time reflected that. Like all the times he’s pawned off some ridiculous anime figure of Levi’s (why have it if you’re just going to keep it in the box, huh?), or one of Satan’s first edition books, or one of Lucifer’s cursed records, or-… you get the point. He certainly has a greedy streak, but he can’t help it, okay? That’s his whole shtick, for crying out loud! Sure, he tends to gamble all the money he earned from pawning their stuff, but so what if he did? He always wins it all back eventually, anyhow. Especially if he has you - his lucky treasure - at the tables with him. He swears he always wins when you’re there to cheer him on.

But you weren’t here now, were you?

No one in this family had any idea of how to have a quiet conversation; Lucifer had eyes and ears in every nook and cranny anyways, so what was the point? It’s impossible to keep a secret in this house, so there really wasn’t any point in trying.

“-he doesn’t even treat them right, have you seen how unhappy they are when they’re with him?”

“And he’s so annoying, too. They don’t want to spend every breathing second with you, y’know?”

Immediately, tears blur his vision, and he picks up his pace. Stupid Satan and stupid Leviathan and stupid stupid Mammon. Do ya even love him? He wondered, fumbling his way into his room. Was he really just as bad as they were sayin’? He curled himself up on his bed, wrapped tight in the sheets, and sobbed quietly into his pillows. He knows he doesn’t deserve you - beautiful, kind, sweet, perfect you - it was inevitable that he would lose you. He never could hold on to treasure very long, anyways, how was he going to manage to keep one as precious as you? Who would want to stay with a greedy, annoying, clingy, disaster like him anyways? You were his everything, the reason the sun rose, the air he breathes, his most valued treasure. But you had so many people around you who loved you, who could love you better than him. Hell, you have the whole Devildom wrapped around your little human finger. Not to mention the angels who flock to you like you’re their reverie, and the shady sorcerer who insisted on taking you as his apprentice. All the powerful forces of the three Realms would come to your beck and call, so why would you want to have anything to do with someone like him?

Stupid, idiot Mammon. No one could ever love someone like you, anyways.

– – –

You sighed, trying your best to discreetly glance around the table. The brothers were rowdy as always, but one voice was missing - the voice of your boyfriend. While Mammon wasn’t always the most punctual, Beel had almost obliterated all the food already, and he hadn’t even come down yet to “grace the table with the Great Mammon’s presence”. Thinking of him made you smile at your food, but your smile didn’t last for long. 

He’s never this late to dinner… you chewed the inside of your cheek, worried. I wonder if he’s okay?

“-MC, are you listening to me?”

You snap your head up from your plate, Lucifer’s piercing eyes staring you down. You flush, embarrassed, and scramble to respond.

“Y-yeah, yeah of course Lucifer! Just thinking about how dinner is so good, who made it tonight, haha? My compliments to the chef, they did a-”

“You’ve said enough. I could tell you weren’t present with us, anyways.” He glances at Mammon’s empty seat, and turns his eyes back to you. “It’s pretty obvious why.”

“Yuck, you guys are so gross!” Levi shouts, sticking his tongue out. “You know that’s normie behavior, right, MC? It’s so gross how you’re ‘in love’, or whatever-”

Lucifer rolls his eyes, ignoring Leviathan’s ranting. “Go check on him.”

You perk up, looking at him, surprised. “Really? Okay!”

Without as much as a second thought (much to the chagrin of the six brothers who were present at dinner) you throw together a plate of food and rush off to Mammon’s room. You wondered if he was sick (do demons get sick?), or maybe if he fell asleep - you knew he tended to stay out late, even on school nights. That can’t be right, you thought with a frown. He was with me last night.

Lost in your thoughts, you almost walk past his door. Double-taking, you take a few steps back and rap your knuckles on his door, to no response.

“Mammon?” Nothing.

“Hey Mammon, it’s MC! I brought you dinner, if you’d like it!”

 Still nothing.

“Mammon, are you in there…?”

A muffled “Go ‘way!” rings out, and you drop your hand that had been knocking to your side.

“At least come get your dinner, you didn’t eat!” “‘m not hungry.”

You twist the handle, noticing he didn’t lock the door. “Alright, I’m coming in there-”

“No!” you get the door about halfway open before a force is pushing it back closed. You throw your foot in the doorframe, wincing as the door tries to slam closed through your foot. Taking a peek in, you notice the room is dark. You can make out the outline of a blanket, strewn on the floor (presumably in Mammon’s hurry to close the door on you), and about nothing else. 

You push against the door, adamant this time. “Mammon, please, if you don’t want to talk to me about whatever happened yet, that’s fine, but please, at least take the food-”

The door opens just wide enough for Mammon to snatch the plate out of your hands. You don’t even see him, really - just the blur of his arm reaching around the door, and the feeling of the door once again trying to close through your foot. 

“I took the food, ya can go now-”

“Did I do something wrong?” He falls silent at your words, and you go on. “I’m sorry if I did, but please, let me make up whatever I did wrong-”

You thought that you had done something wrong? Mammon’s dumbstruck - you were perfect, you were you, why would you ever think you were the one in the wrong? Wasn’t it obvious that this was all his fault?

“...Mammon?” you sigh. “I- if you don’t want to tell me, that’s okay, I’m sorry I came to bother you, you clearly don’t want me to be here.”

He can hear your frown through the door, the tears that are probably hanging at your waterline, the dejected tone in your voice. Without thinking, he haphazardly sets the plate of food down, Diavolo knows where, and throws the door open just as you’re pulling your foot out of the frame. You blink up at him, surprised, and he immediately shrinks in on himself. He knows he’s a mess right now - ruffled hair, puffy eyes, wrinkled clothes - but he also knows that he can’t have you thinking you did something wrong. He may be a terrible boyfriend according to his brothers, but he won’t be that terrible of a boyfriend.

“Oh, honey,” you say, voice as soft as velvet, taking a few steps toward him. “Are you okay?”

And you watch as he just crumples, tears flowing openly again. He’s desperately sniffling, rubbing at his eyes, trying to get them to stop, but now that the floodgates have been opened, he can’t control them anymore. 

“Y-yeah, I’m fine, I’m the great Mammon, after all!” he responds shakily, trying his best (and failing) to hold in his tears. “Nothing shakes me, ya know that, treasure.”

You frown at him, worry written all over your face. You gently push your way into his room, and he lets you, looking everywhere but your face as you gently close the door behind you. The gentle click of the lock catches his ear, but he’s more focused on you. He winces as you click the light on, too, and hopes you don’t mind how he looks right now. He can feel your gaze on him, all of him, tearing apart whatever walls he was feebly trying to keep up. You always knew what was up, even when he wouldn’t say it. It was one of the things he loved so much about you - he didn’t have to be good with words, because you already know what he’s going to say.

He jumps slightly as your hands reach for his face, directing it at yours. His eyes still won’t meet yours, and you sigh.

“What’ll it take for my handsome boyfriend to look me in the eye, huh?” you croon sweetly. He can see the pout forming on your lips and the glint behind your eyes without even having to look. And he’s sure that you can feel the flush of his skin under your hands as blood rushes straight to his cheeks. It didn’t take much for you to fluster him, even now.

“Mammon.”

“...MC,” he conceded, allowing himself a peek at you. 

That was his first mistake. You were looking at him with such admiration, as if he had hung the moon and all the stars in the sky, and he didn’t know how to handle it. Why did you love him?

“Why do I love you? Why wouldn’t I love you?” You could tell he hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but you pushed on before he could get a word in. “You’re kind, and you’re so sweet to me, and you care about your family above anything else, and-”

“That’s not true,” he murmurs, watery eyes looking away from yours once again. “They think I’m mean, and annoying, and that I’m making you unhappy-”

“Oh, baby,” you coo, thumbing gently at his cheek. “Do I need to remind you just how perfect you are for me? My perfect boy.”

He flushes, stammering as you lead him back to his bed. There’s a noticeable dent from where he laid, unmoving, earlier, but you ignore it. Instead, you gently guide him to lay down on his back, and sit to straddle his hips. 

“I don’t know what’s got you all in your head,” you say, leaning down to hover your mouth just above his. “But I’m going to remind you just how good you are, okay?”

Before he can stammer out an “okay” of his own, your lips are crashing against his. There’s a sort of desperation behind your movements, and it has blood rushing down to his cock prematurely. He can’t help it, not when you’re straddling his hips and kissing him like your life depends on it. His hips buck when your tongue pushes into his mouth, and his shaky hands move to grasp at any part of you he can grab. They land on the plush of your hips, trying to guide you to grind down onto his already aching cock. You pull away at this, and he whines, a genuine sort of hurt hiding in the depths of his eyes.

“Baby, baby, look at me,” you murmur, cupping his cheek. “This is about you but that doesn’t mean you can break the rules. We go at my pace, okay?”

“S-sorry,” he hiccups, tears filling his waterline. “Sorry, I’ll be good for you, I’m sorry, I’ll be a good puppy, so please, don’t hate me!”

“Hate you? Honey, why would I hate you?”

You’re appalled that he would even think so lowly of you. Hate him? He didn’t show up to one dinner and you had about lost your mind! He had always been the sun - so bright and beautiful and charming - and you had just been lucky enough to have been pulled into his orbit. You didn’t hate him - hell, you revered him.

“T-that’s what they-hic-were sayin’,” he sobbed, the tears now at full force, “That I make you unhappy and that I don’t treat you right and and and-”

You interrupt again before he can spiral any further, squishing his cheeks between your fingers in an attempt to get him to slow down. 

“But did I say that baby? Did I tell you any of those things?”

He shakes his head gently, but the babbling doesn’t stop. He’s refusing to make eye contact again, and you frown, mad at yourself for not seeing the problem sooner. He had no reason to be insecure, he was the best thing that had ever happened to you, and you were just going to have to remind him of that.

“Silly Mammon,” you say, leaning down to leave a sloppy kiss on his cheek. “Does my little puppy need another reminder of just how much I love him?”

His head bobbles in a frantic yes, eyes finally finding yours again. There’s something feral sparkling in your eyes, but before he can comprehend it you’re slamming your lips back on his, your hands running down his pants to paw at his bulge. You toy with his belt a bit and he whines into your mouth, hips shifting under you in an attempt to get you to hurry up. 

You pull away, thumbing gently at his cheek. “Use your words, puppy. What do you need?”

“W-whatever you want,” he pants, his glazed over eyes struggling to meet yours. “Anything you want, please, wan’ you!”

You try to remain composed, but you can’t help the desperate shake of your hands as you fumble with his belt. You slip off of his lap, tapping his hip gently with your pointer finger as you shift off him. He lifts them for you without a word, eyes watching intently as you guide his pants and underwear off in one swift motion. You can’t help the grin from spreading across your face when his cock slaps against his abdomen. His tip is an angry red, almost purple, and fat globs of pre-cum run down the side of his cock.

“Aw, puppy, you’re already soaking for me, aren’t you? Sweet thing,” you coo, eyes never leaving his cock. “I’m going to ruin you.”

He doesn’t get more warning than that before you’re swooping down, tongue running up the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock. Your hands find his inner thighs and they twitch under your touch, trying to close around you as you slide between them. His hands scramble for purchase in the sheets as your head bobs down his length, taking him into your mouth. Another spurt of pre-cum dribbles out of his cock, and you suck it up, greedy, intent on making him fall apart under you.

“M-MC,” he stutters out between moans. “Master, please, I c-can’t take it! F-feels sho guh-good!”

You hum around him, sending vibrations coursing through him. One glance up at him and you know he’s already gone - eyes teary and glazed, hair messy, and one of his hands frantically fumbling to play with his nipple. You swirl your tongue around his leaking head and give one final bob downwards before he loses control of his hips and bucks into your mouth, painting your throat white with cum. You nurse him gently through it, suckling until his hips twitch with overstimulation. Pulling off him with a pop!, you give Mammon a lazy grin, rubbing gentle circles into his thigh with your thumb.

“Feeling better, puppy?” You murmur, kissing your way up to his mouth until you’re eye to eye, once again straddling the meat of his thighs.

He nods, and you frown down at him, unimpressed. 

“Words, pup.”

“Yeah,” he says,  dazed. “T-thank you, master, made me feel so good.”

“Good puppy,” you murmur, pecking his cheek. “Because I’m not done with you.”

He blinks up at you in surprise, and you spit on your hand, grasping at his softening cock. He winces at the contact on his sensitive cock, hands weakly moving to stop you. You grab at his wrist, giving him a warning look.

“You were doing so perfect for me, pup, what happened?” You pout down at him, giving his cock a warning squeeze. “My pretty puppy, do you think you can give me one more? Just one more, I know you can be good, hm?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, I can be g-good, hnn! So good, master, the goodest!”

He drops his hands back to his side, letting you have your way with him. Despite his earlier protests, he hardens quickly at your ministrations, tip already leaking at your touch. You lean down and press a gentle kiss to his mouth, eating up the little whimpers slipping from his maw. Once he’s sufficiently leaking all over your hand, you shift your weight, tapping his cheek to get his attention. 

“Ready, puppy?”

He blinks up at you in confusion, mouth opening to question you, but you line his cock up with your entrance and slide down, and his mouth forms a little oh instead. You flinch at the stretch, but any sort of pain quickly blurs into pleasure as you guide his tip to kiss that gooey spot inside of you. Your eyes want to flutter shut but you refuse to let them, instead basking in the drunken look on Mammon’s face. He’s clearly edging on the border of painful overstimulation and thoughtless pleasure, and when you clench around him just right, there might just be hearts in his eyes. 

“F-fuck, puppy, stretching me so good, aren’t you? Can feel you-unh!-all the way u-up here, baby.”

Your hand moves to your lower abdomen, eyes mean as you tap right where you feel him. He watches you with utter reverence, unable to look away as your pace picks up, hips rolling in a steady pattern. 

“So wet, aren’t you, puppy?” you pant, tightening your jaw to keep the moans from spilling out. “Absolutely gushing for me, gonna squirt for me like a girl?”

He opens his mouth to respond, and you slap a hand over his mouth. “Puppies don’t talk, remember? Or did I already fuck my puppy dumb?”

Your condescending tone has his eyes rolling back and his tongue lolling out, and you catch it, rolling it between your thumb and your forefinger. He’s drooling everywhere, little unh unh unh!s and masther!s slipping from his mouth. You tug on his tongue a bit, and you look him right in the eye as you spit into his mouth and let him choke on it a bit. When his eyes start to roll again, you let go, and watch him greedily swallow the mix of your spits.

“Say thank you, puppy.”

“W-woof!” he responds, and you give him a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss in return.

“Good boy, remembering my rules. How about you play with your pretty nipples as a reward, hm? And then maybe I’ll think about letting you cum.”

His head bobbles as he nods, hands messily sliding up to toy with his nipples. He rolls them between his fingers, tugging, and you see his abdomen tense as he holds back from bucking up into your soft, wet heat.

You’re not doing much better, and when his tip kisses that sweet spot inside you again, you feel yourself start to unwind. You lose your pace, desperately chasing your high as your insides spasm around him.

“C-come undone with me puppy, c’mon, won’t you-ahn!-be good for me? My best boy. You c-can cum, fuck fuck fuck! Cum.”

At your command, he lets go, filling your insides with his warm cum. You shake around him, prying your heavy eyes open to look at the blissed out expression on his face. His cheeks are streaked with dried tears and drool, and the most delicious flush spreads all the way down his chest. You run a hand through his matted hair as he comes down from his second orgasm of the night, extremely pleased with how he wearily blinks at you, eyes unfocused. 

You wince as you pull off of him, and his cum weakly dribbles out of your entrance. You roll over to lay next to him, making sure to slip your hand into his. 

You’re both absolutely disgusting - smelling of sex and covered in the evidence - but you bring his hand to your face anyways, gently kissing his knuckles.

“You know I love you more than anything, right?” You say, almost so quietly he misses it, “I hate that even for a second you doubted that.”

He tries to stop the feeling bubbling to his chest, but it’s hard to ignore when you nuzzle your face into his neck. He’s never really had the luxury to love like this, since he’s fallen to the Devildom, and it fills him with an inexplicable warmth. He rolls to face you, and he stiffens as your eyes find his.

“‘m sorry I made you worry,” he says, slinging an arm over you and pulling you closer. “I just…I’m not the best person, y’know? So I figured you finally saw that.”

You nip at the juncture when his neck meets his shoulder and he yelps.

“Don’t talk about my boyfriend like that. He’s the kindest, most loving, most exciting person to be around, and I’m the one who’s lucky to have him.”

The fierceness in your gaze catches him by surprise - why would you care so much? Sure, he’s the Great Mammon, but under all of his pizazz, he was just a boring, regular demon. Lucifer is influential, Leviathan is passionate, Satan is smart, Asmo is beautiful, Beel is strong, and Belphie (despite his brat behavior) is soft and sweet. But he didn’t bring anything to the table, not like they did.

“Stop that,” you say, louder this time. 

“Get out of your head and look at me. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be. You’re not annoying, and your brothers don’t know how much you do for them when they’re not looking. You’re an amazing brother, and the perfect partner. I love you, okay? I love you so much, my Mammon.”

“I love ya too, MC. Thank you for remindin’ me,” he huffs out, embarrassed at the tears springing to his eyes again.

He sniffles, hiding his head into your hair and pulling you closer. You hold him just as tight, and he drifts off in your arms, the tension of the day slipping away in your embrace.

– – –

“Do you think Mammon is okay?”

Lucifer glances up from his place at his desk, glasses crooked and face a little flushed. He tries his best to subtly adjust himself, and rubs at his temples, exasperated. Sometimes, being aware of everything happening in the house was more of a curse than a blessing. Your voice as you cooed at his brother was going to stick with him for eons to come.

“I can assure you, Leviathan, he is more than okay.”

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Just Want You to Stay (NSFW) - switch!Belphegor x switch!reader; Soft, sleepy sex with the sloth demon himself. MC is gender-neutral!

Control (NSFW) - sub!Barbatos x reader; Barbatos believes in the unwavering, whether it’s his loyalty or his belief that he is in control. GN!MC shows him otherwise.

Just Let Go (NSFW) - Request; AFAB!sub!Lucifer x reader; Lucifer has been holed up in his office for almost a week now - and MC has had enough. Lucifer needs a break, and a joke from Asmo turns into a perfect plan to get Lucifer to stop working. AFAB!Lucifer and AMAB!MC!!

It's Always Sunny With You (NSFW) - Request; sub!Mammon x reader; Mammon always takes his brothers’ harsh words head on - he doesn’t care what they have to say about him! But after overhearing his brothers talking behind his back, Mammon isn’t sure how much more he can take. Sometimes, your little puppy needs to be reminded how much you love him (and just how good he is).

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Just Let Go (NSFW)

Summary: Lucifer has been holed up in his office for almost a week now - and MC has had enough. Lucifer needs a break, and a joke from Asmo turns into a perfect plan to get Lucifer to stop working. AFAB!Lucifer and AMAB!MC!!

Warnings: dom!reader, swearing, sub!lucifer, amab!reader, afab!lucifer, oral (lucifer receiving), p in v, praise, dacryphilia, use of condoms (wrap it before you tap it), hints of a breeding kink (on lucifer’s end), degradation, lucifer calls MC master once

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All characters are over 18 :)

My first request aaaaaaaah!! I wrote Luci as a trans male instead of just going for fem!Luci because trans people are cool 😎 I honestly got a little too into this one, but I can’t help it, Luci just does that to me sometimes. Also this is smutty, sorry if you were looking for fluff ;-; I absolutely love writing for Obey Me, please please please continue to send in requests (even if they’re for other fandoms, I'll take anything)!!

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You paced around the kitchen, completely furious. Usually Friday nights meant a chill night with one or more of the brothers but you hadn’t seen Lucifer since Sunday morning. The first few days were fine - you were used to only catching him free every once and a while due to his workload - but this was beyond unhealthy. You had staked out the kitchen today, hoping to get a word in with him when he stopped by for food but to your disappointment he never stopped in. Even his brothers hadn’t seen him, which was beginning to morph your fury into worry. 

“I dunno,” Mammon had said with a shrug. “I figured I’d see him when I snatched Goldie back - but that doesn’t matter!! I’m your first, don’t tell me you’d rather hang out with that wet rag of a demon than me!”

After reassuring Mammon that you were just worried, and that Lucifer’s current antics (or lack thereof) wouldn’t affect your Saturday movie plans, you had asked all the other brothers to get a similar response. 

“Ugh,” you groaned, banging your head against the counter. “I’m going to kill him when I see him.”

“Or you could fuck him~” Asmo giggled. “I’m sure that would get your point across just the same.”

“You know what?” you said, picking yourself up. “I might just take your advice on this one Asmo. Would you be a darling and keep the rest of your brothers away from his office for a bit?”

He stared back at you, flabbergasted by your sudden boldness. “I was just joking MC-”

“And I’m not. He’ll know better than to overwork himself next time,” you said, spinning on your heels and storming towards Lucifer’s office. You knew that Asmo was never going to let this go but right about now you didn’t have the heart to care - you had an overworked Lucifer to fuck.

Not even bothering to knock, you throw open the door and are met with exactly what you’d thought you’d find. Turning to close the door (and lock it, you had some decency), you stared at the first born. Lucifer stares blearily back at you, all eye bags and dishevelled hair, a pen dangling in his grip. He looks like he hasn’t moved in days, and in all honesty, you’re not sure he has.

“Alright, that’s it!” you declare. “No more paperwork, no more spreadsheets, no more. You’re taking a break whether you like it or not.”

“I need to get these done by Monday,” he said firmly. “I have too much to finish to stop now, MC.”

“I’ll help you, but only after you take tonight off,” you said. “When was the last time you ate, Lucifer?”

He frowned, his forehead creasing. “It’s Thursday, right? I ate this morning.”

“It’s Friday, love,” you murmur, pulling the pen from his hand. “Friday night. You’re done for today.”

He blinks back at you, then scoffs. “It’s no later than Thursday night. You’re just saying that to get me to stop-”

You groan and roll your eyes, throwing the pen across the room. “You know what? I’m done with your bratty attitude.”

“Excuse me?” he scoffs. “You’re in no place to mock me. Fetch me my pen you so disrespectfully threw Diavolo knows where and leave my office.”

“I don’t think I will,” is all you say before you smash your lips onto his. “You need to be taught a lesson, pretty boy, and I know just how to do it.”

He sits, flushed, sinking further into his dumb, fancy chair, attitude totally gone just from a kiss. You grin, knowing you’ve got him. Sliding down to your knees, you tug on his waistband, peering up at him through your lashes.

“Take it off for me, won’t you, gorgeous?” you murmur, holding back a laugh at how hastily his pants and underwear are discarded. “There we go. Gonna eat you out, yeah? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? My mouth on your pretty little pussy?”

Lucifer keened as you mouth at him, tongue circling his clit slowly. His hands were gripping the armrests, knuckles white. You reached your hands up to his, guiding them into your hair just as you plunged your tongue into his folds, drawing a whine out of his lips. Lucifer’s grip on your hair was harsh, and on a normal day you would scold him. But today was about giving this poor boy a break, so you let it slide. Instead, you shove a finger in alongside your tongue, revelling in the noises you were drawing out of him. 

“Ngh, MC,” he sobs. “Please, please, more, need more, wan’ it, please!” 

You pull off, and he wails. “More? But you’re already soaked sweetie, not sure you could handle more.”

“No no no, please,” he cries, tears dripping down his cheeks. “I’ve been good, haven’t I?? Please, jus’ want a little more!!”

“M’kay, baby,” you say, a sadistic grin flashing on your face. You shove three fingers in him at once and he moans, high and pitchy. You thumb at his clit with your other hand and he clenches, tight, around your fingers. You curl your fingers, pressing hard into his sweet spot while your other hand continues to circle his puffy clit. He lurched his hips, pressing further into your touch. He looked gorgeous: pussy dripping around your fingers, his hair and outfit totally dishevelled, eyes rolled back into his skull.

“You feelin’ good, pretty boy?” he moaned loudly in response. “Think you can cum around my fingers like the goody boy you are?”

He rolls his hips harder into your hand, nodding furiously. Desperate moans escape his mouth and his hand wanders to your wrist, forcing your fingers as deep as he can. His chair was absolutely ruined, and the stain that his puddled juices would form were going to be unmistakable. You were sure he’d be angry tomorrow, but right now all he could do was buck into your little touches like a desperate whore.

“Gonna- gonna cum!!” he cried. “Please, please, can I? Wanna- ngh- wanna be good for you, please MC, wanna be a good boy-”

You lean down and puff air over his sensitive clit. “Go on, then. Cum.”

He screamed, reduced to incomprehensible blubbering and moans of your name. You work him gently through his orgasm, rubbing circles into his cute little clit until he’s flinching away in overstimulation.

“Thank you, thank you,” he blubbers out, fresh tears cleaning away the dried ones. 

“Oh, baby,” you said, condescendingly. “Did you think we were done?”

Glazed over eyes met yours are you stand up, hard cock tenting in your pants. You struggle out of your pants, not bothering to make a show out of it. Lucifer certainly didn’t seem to mind - he was practically drooling, clenching around nothing when you yanked your boxers off and your cock hit the open air. He reached up to wrap his hand around it, but you slapped him away, giving him a stern look. 

“Do you have permission to touch my cock?” you said, clicking your tongue when he shakes his head. “That’s what I thought, baby. Do you have condoms?”

He opens a desk drawer to your left and fumbles a bit, hands still shaking in his post-orgasm haze. He finally pulls out a shiny foil packet and hands it to you, looking at you expectantly.

“So impatient, aren’t you?” you taunt, acting like you weren’t dripping precum. “Put it on for me, won’t you, beautiful?”

You hand the packet back to him and snort as he struggles. The glare he gives you in return is half-hearted, and if the way his eyes trailed back to your cock was any indicator, he was just as excited for this as you are. The foil finally tears and he rolls the condom on your length in record time, leaning back and spreading his legs wide once he was done.

“So desperate, aren’t you?” you coo at him, pinching his cheek as you line up. “Beg me, and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please,” he whines, all semblance of pride thrown out the window. “Need you, need your cock so bad, wan’ you to fill up my pussy, please!! ‘m so wet for you MC, so ready, please just put your fat cock in my tight little pussy, please-”

You smash your lips on his, unbelievably turned on. You rutted against his opening a few times before guiding yourself in, letting out a low groan at how tight he was. Your hips stilled when you bottomed out, letting Lucifer get used to your size. He squirmed under you, trying to roll his hips and get you to move, god damnit.

“Stop being a slut,” you scold. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you? You can wait a little longer for me to fuck your brains out. Or are you already drunk on my cock? Such a cockslut, huh, can’t last one minute without begging me to wreck your pretty little hole.”

“MC, move, please,” he sobbed. “Wan’ it, want you to wreck my hole- so wet for you, please make a mess out of me with your cock!”

You moan into his shoulder, rocking your hips into him roughly. You held nothing back - slamming into him like there was no tomorrow, littering his neck with marks that surely wouldn’t disappear anytime soon. Pulling away so you could see his face, you collect your mixing essences with two fingers and shove them down Lucifer’s throat, cock pulsing inside him when his eyes roll back as he gags. 

“Doing so good, darling,” you grunt, fingers still buried in his throat. “Taking my cock so well, just like you were made for it. Such a good little cockslut, huh?”

Despite all your talk, you weren’t going to be able to hold on much longer. Between eating out your pretty little doll and the way he was clenching just right around your cock, you were doomed to an early release. You pulled your fingers out of his throat, burying them in his hips.

Lucifer, fortunately, wasn’t in much better of a state. “Master, MC, please, wanna cum!! Let me cum, wanna cum, want you to fill me up with your seed, make me yours, please please please!”

“Gonna cum, huh pretty baby?” you said, gritting your teeth. “You cum when I do, m’kay baby? Just a little longer darling.”

He bucks his hips up to meet your thrusts and your grip on his hips becomes bruising. Your thrusts get sloppy and you bring a hand down to roll his clit and drag him to his orgasm. 

“Cum for me,” you demand, voice firm despite your incoming orgasm. “Cum for me baby, cum for me!”

He screams, cumming loud enough that you’re certain the whole house heard him, and your orgasm follows his, crashing over you. You bury your head into his shoulder, groaning as your cock pulsed inside him. You both sit there, basking in the afterglow. 

You finally roll up, unsure how much time has passed. “Let’s get you cleaned up, Luci.”

He looks at you, already half asleep, and you sigh, dressing the both of you haphazardly. Scooping him up, you drag him to the bathroom to clean up. His head bobs, barely awake, but you make sure he stays up until he’s all clean - you certainly don’t want any of the clean-up process to hurt him, especially after how rough you were with him. Finally satisfied with your clean-up job, you let him wrap his legs around your torso and his arms around your neck in a reverse piggyback of sorts. He snuggles into your neck, softer than normal as you carry him to his room. Opening the door with your elbow (your hands clearly full of Lucifer), you plop him unceremoniously on the bed, manhandling him until he’s tucked nicely under his sheets. You kiss him gently on the forehead and turn to go, not wanting to overstay your welcome, when a hand wraps gently around your wrist.

“Stay,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded. “I want you to stay.”

That’s all it takes for you to wiggle your way into the sheets, snuggling up close. You would deal with his tsundere in the morning - right now, you were happy to just be here, with him.

Word Count: 2060

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-The Remarried Empress

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2024 Christmas Event

Ok I'm bored PLZ anyone wanna rp "obey me" with me? It'll be great if your interested

This tickles my pickle

ᰔᩚ lucifer (obey me) x mc! reader, angst, unspoken words + hidden feelings, unrequited feelings (or are they), possibly ooc lucifer but i think he’s secretly soft

word count: 714

i’ve been playing obey me for about 3 years now and this is the first time i’m writing for it .. just diabolical

Loving Lucifer was complicated.

All of Lucifer was complicated, as a matter of fact. He was for one, a demon. A demon who had a tendency of hiding his emotions. Who kept his siblings on a leash and acted as if he could care less, when his actions showed otherwise.

Love was complicated; it threatened to engulf you like the ocean would a defenseless seal pup. You loved more than you could show, loved more than there were observable stars in the universe. You also fell too easily, that was always your Achilles heel.

You were cursed. Cursed to quickly fall, but never to take the time to ease into it. You knew you could, you should, but you wouldn’t.

It just so happened Lucifer was the one you fell for now. How couldn’t you? He was rough around the edges, yet sweet. He was aloof yet he cared much more than he let on. That drew you to him. How couldn’t you fall for someone like him? Someone who loved his siblings so much that he sacrificed himself daily.

Of course, you knew Lucifer didn’t feel the way you did. Your feelings were silly, an unreciprocated school girl crush on someone like him. But that didn’t stop them from festering. They grew in your heart and crept up on all your being, closing up your throat whenever he was near and making your heart palpitate.

You sighed (perhaps for the 50th time today), you were just a human from a human world, brought here to help Diavolo bring the 3 realms together. You had no place in a relationship with Lucifer, someone beyond your scope, beyond your reach. You weren’t nearly enough for a demon of his status, yet you entertained these silly feelings. Maybe it was because of the way he acted around you.

You knocked on Lucifer’s study, determined to deliver Barbatos’ tea. You knew Lucifer was stressed out about all the paperwork you had — you could feel it within your pact. So, you asked Barbatos for his most calming tea.

You inhaled and exhaled, convincing yourself it wasn’t a big deal, nothing to be nervous about.

“Come in,” you heard Lucifer reply moments after you knocked.

You turned the knob, and of course, weren’t surprised by the sight. Lucifer’s study was always clean and neat, despite being under so much pressure.

Lucifer’s eyes were glued onto your figure as he talked, “Yes?”

You took another breath, nothing to be nervous about right, “I brought you some tea. I asked Barbatos about it, don’t worry.”

Lucifer’s lips curved up into a small smile, “Thank you, you can set it down here.”

You smiled back softly before turning around and heading towards the door.

Lucifer called out after you, “Would you like to stay?”

Your face contorted into something between shock and bewilderment before it settled into a wide smile, “Of course.”

You thought about that moment often. It made you feel warm all over, feeding your delusions about what ifs you knew wouldn’t happen. They wouldn’t because of Lucifer.

Despite loving every part of him — from his perfectly combed black hair to his polished brown shining shoes, you were able to admit his aloofness was a major downfall. How he didn’t seem to care hurt sometimes. It hurt to think that maybe, he just didn’t care for you. You knew otherwise, even if he didn’t say it outright, but that didn’t stop your mind from wondering.

You wondered, why did he always run?Why, instead of facing his emotions, did he avoid them, as if they were a plague on his being?

You wondered if he could even stand your very being.

You fell asleep before Lucifer could finish his work.

He sighed, he should have expected this. Of course his workload would finally be finished around midnight.

Lucifer grimanced at your position on the study couch, shifting you into a more comfortable one and covering you with a blanket.

He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead before sitting at the foot of the couch.

You’d never really know how much Lucifer loved you.

Maddix’s Blog

hello! Welcome to my blog! I want to write some stuff so request something!

I can do

-demon slayer

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-nijisanji EN

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-bungou stray dogs

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Christmas Wish.

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Obey Me Masterlist

Simeon x Fem! Reader/MC.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, dry humping, clothed grinding, teasing, orgasm denial, cumming in pants.

Summary: After pining for each other for so long, Simeon's Santa outfit on Christmas sets in motion something to finally happen.

W/C: 1.8k+

A/N: Tried to get this done DURING Christmas, but here it is.

Loud voices fill the dining room of the house of lamentation with pairs of footsteps being heard back and forth, some slow, others as loud as the banter in the room with the steps being heard rushing into the kitchen in attempt to prevent the need for damage control. “Solomon no! I can handle decorating the desserts!” You hear Luke’s voice fade into the kitchen followed by a muffled chuckle and small protests of how Solomon doesn’t mind ‘helping’.

“I’m hungry…” Beel whines as Belphie yawns. “Don’t worry Beel, Simeon’s almost here.” You comfort him. All seven brothers and everybody from purgatory hall were already at the house of lamentation, except for Simeon who’d gone to pick up Diavolo and Barbatos for christmas dinner, having insisted on accompanying over. “No one’s touching any food until Diavolo and Barbatos show up.” Lucifer informs to which Beel whines again.

“But what about Luke?” He complains with a frown which causes Lucifer to give him a stern ‘you know what I mean’ look. “Hello.” A familiar voice says that has you and the brothers looking over to see Simeon walking in the dining room with Diavolo and Barbatos beside him. Everyone greets each other as they approach one another for a warmer welcome in a hug or small talk to fill the gap of dinner getting finished but none of it is registered in your head, to entranced in Simeon.

He’d always looked breathtaking in his usual attire- any attire, but tonight was even more so than usual, dressed in a beautiful white suit with baby blue patterns topped with small golden colored designs pairing with the golden ornaments adorning the wool at the end of his sleeves and edges of his snow white hooded cloak matching with a Santa hat of the same design. “Sorry we’re so late.” His gentle voice apologizes before he calls your name in a questioning tone, opening his arms for you with a smile after a small pause.

You finally react and walk over to him and wrap your arms around his torso with his falling to your upper back and holding you close to him, embracing you in his warmth and letting you feel the soft fabric of his clothes. “How do I look?” He asks when he finally pulls away, still somewhat holding you in his arms by keeping his hands on your arms. You open your mouth to answer him only for nothing to come out, still at loss of words at the sight before you, though there’s someone who was never at loss for words.

“Oh Simeon!” Asmodeus practically moans and steps in front of you, breaking Simeon’s hold on you. “Well aren’t you a cute little Santa, darling. Tell me, am I on your naughty list tonight? Do you think you should punish me? Or have I been good this year? Do I deserve some reward?” Asmo tries to seduce him, his arms placing themselves around his neck. “Um…” Simeon looks away without knowing how to answer. “Something tells me Santa has you on a list all by your self.” You resist the urge to cross your arms at him.

“No need to be jealous dear,” He smiles at you. “You can help Santa give me my reward for being such a good boy this year.” His voice trails off to the same seductive tone while he looks back to Simeon. “Maybe not.” Simeon pulls Asmo’s arms off of him while looking away with an almost annoyed expression. “Simeon!” Luke yells and rushes over to hug him despite having been apart for only a few hours.

“You were so late I thought these demons had done away with you.” He exaggerates. “I’m alright Luke.” Simeon smiles as plates lightly clink in the background at the table being set. “What do you say if while Barbatos serves dinner, you tell Santa what you want?” He sits on the closest chair. “To make up for being late.” He adds and pats on his lap. “B- Wh- what? I’m not a child anymore! I know how Santa really works!” He points an accusatory finger at Diavolo and the brothers starting to take their own seats as well.

“Come on, just tell me what you want.” Simeon insists with Luke staying put, and despite him being older than you, seeing a child be so against asking Santa for a christmas present felt saddening, even if it’s a job that’s actually taken upon demons. “Well I want to ask Santa for a christmas present.” You state as you sit on Simeon’s lap, missing the way his eyes widen. “Stop treating me like child!” Luke insists, obvious to how Simeon’s eyes nearly pop from their sockets at how wide they are.

“It’s okay, I didn’t know about Santa until I was your age.” You assure him. “I’m over a millennium years old.” He says in a deadpan expression. “But you’re also sort of 10.” You say. “Hmph” He squints his eyes at you and leaves to take his own seat. “So… what does the pretty girl want from Santa?” Simeon nervously runs a hand through his hair with warm cheeks. “The… what?” You quietly turn around to face him, slightly moving in his lap which has him clearing his throat.

“The… pretty girl said she wanted to ask Santa for a present?” He repeats with a bashful smile. “Well… you see, I might actually need to think about it for a bit.” You subconsciously press yourself further into his lap, and though the action goes unnoticed by you, it doesn’t go unnoticed by Simeon who nearly chokes on thin air, swallowing thickly and reluctantly placing his left hand on your waist while the other one goes for the side of the chair, gripping it tightly.

“Maybe sit on Santa’s lap until you know what you want?” He suggests, struggling to steady his left hand enough to gently pull you closer to him, slightly spreading open his legs enough to slowly lodge you in between them. He’d never felt something like this and never really felt actual interest in these type of acts before, until he met you, and now that he finally has you so close to him, to where an unknown warmth was starting to blossom, he wasn’t going to let you go.

“Dinner is served.” Barbatos’s voice interrupts, both of you lightly jumping in your seats and staring straight ahead wide eyed at being caught red handed, expecting a scolding. But when you look over at him, he’s instead giving you a knowing look with a smirk on his face before leaving to his own seat beside Diavolo. You both stay sat in place quietly with both of you looking around nervously, seeing everyone else immersed in conversations along with small spats starting to form distracting from you and Simeon.

You look back to Barbatos again to see him silently eating his food with his eyes glued to the wall ahead of him and simply tuning out, but despite him minding his own business, it felt odd knowing that he knows what was happening. A small whisper of your name comes from behind you and you take in the noticeable difference with your seat form just a few seconds ago. “Please.” Simeon whispers again, his legs overly tense under you with his left hand gripping at your waist tightly, erection pressing into your ass.

You give a last quick glance around the table and look at him over your shoulder, squeezing the sides of his thighs nervously and finally give in. You move your hands to his knees and spread his legs apart just a bit further, moving to wedge yourself deeper in between them, unaware of the show you give him of swaying your hips side to side against his groin followed by you arching your back and leaning forward just slightly, enough to press your clothed cunt onto his hardness.

You open your legs as well to better welcome him against you and proceed to slowly grind back and forth on him, gently moving along the tent of his pants but pressing deep into his hardness. With his hands pulling your back and forth into him, you feel a wetness starting to seep from within you and soak your underwear, wondering if he would be able to feel you through the material of his pants keeping him away from you as your own do the same.

You give a small glance over your shoulder and see him struggling to keep his eyes from fluttering shut with his jaw visibly clenched tight, trying to not draw any attention with his length growing harder by the second starting to feel painful. His grip on your waist gradually tightens while he grinds you harder onto him, starting to hump back into you with his hips lifting in tune with your own, making sure to keep the movements slow so that no one notices.

By the time his hold on you starts to get painful, you manage to hear a small muffled noise from him with a small twitch from his length warning you of his impending orgasm with his teeth clenched tightly. Your own hands grasp harder on his thighs as well, biting back a plead that desperately wanted to escape you, wanting to bend over further over the table to grind your clit onto him rather than your clothed entrance drenched in your wetness, begging to reach it’s own release and clenching on nothing.

Having enough of what felt like teasing, you switch from your back and forth motions and move your hips side to side against him, hoping to finish him off to stop what almost feels like torture for your empty cunt. “Ngh.” A noise finally escapes him with his hips raising from the chair and holding you as tight against him as possible, stilling against you with his nails digging into your sides with his cock twitching beneath you, emptying his balls with you pressed onto him.

His hold on your waist slowly loosens until it goes limp, his hips settling back down slowly as well, cock softening with a quiet sigh leaving past his lips and eyes finally falling shut. You swallow a small whimper when you feel his release start to soak through your pants and bite your lip in frustration and despite having wanted something to happen between you after so long, you find yourself wishing for it to have happened in a better location.

Maybe next time you’ll be able to feel him inside you, or at least be able to play with your clit, maybe he’ll be the one to play with yours instead and you’ll actually be able to cum with him, but for now, you’re forced to take what you can get and enjoy simply having his cum soak through his pants and onto yours, leaving a dark patch on both your clothes and hoping to feel his warm cum reach your drenched pussy.

Midnight Relief.

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Obey Me Masterlist

Fem Reader Version

Belphegor x Male! Reader/MC.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, somnophilia, dub-con, anal sex.

Summary: Belphie is having a hard time sleeping and makes his way to your room to receive a different type of help than expected.

W/C: 1.3k+

“Y/N, are you here?” Belphie quietly asks while walking through your doorway, hand resting on the knob. He had just recently sent you a text stating that he couldn’t sleep and asking if he could sleep with you, but after getting no response, he decided to go over and check on you. “Oh, what’s this?” He innocently asks, closing the door behind him and approaching your sleeping form on the bed, eyeing the naked leg peeking out from under the covers.

His hand reaches forward to slowly push back the sheets, uncovering you and leaving your arms to hug the blanket. He takes in how his previously thought lost sweater rests on top of your body with nothing but your underwear covering your privates, thinking to himself just how… pliable you look. His fingers reach forward to gently trace lines along your thigh with the back of them, just barely caressing the skin and seeing how you shiver in return, goosebumps rising in your skin.

His cow print pillow is set aside on the corner of your bed before he carefully climbs on top, straddling your legs while trying to not wake you. While keeping himself up with a hand pressed on the mattress, his other one lays flat on the top of your thigh, running up and down the skin with the tips of his fingers slipping in your underwear. He continues his movements to test how deep asleep you are, successfully eliciting no reaction for you.

A hand fully slips into your underwear and grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing it in his hand and pulling it apart from the other cheek, no doubt having your puckered hole instinctively clenching. He grabs the waist of your underwear and slowly pulls it down, your underwear soon thrown to the floor, long forgotten while you unconsciously turn to lay on your stomach more, your sleeping body being familiar with what’s happening.

Belphie runs his thumb over your balls teasingly before slipping it between your cheeks and then spreading them apart. “Hmm, what a cute little hole…” He sleepily smiles, eyeing the puckered entrance and prodding with the tip of his thumb, just barely slipping in, feeling your insides trying to suck him in while more slick escapes your tip. The rest of his hand moves to fondle your balls with his thumb sliding over your hole a few times, resting on it after a while to continue to prod.

The pad continues to press on the entrance, slowly adding more pressure each time, pushing down harder to which your body responds by having your hardening length twitching. A small moan leaves through your parted lips while your insides clench on nothing, starting to crave the feeling of being stretched, your twitching member spreading your liquids along your lower stomach.

Belphie’s free hand reaches forward and takes your erection in his hand, teasing the tip with his thumb and feeling the wetness that’s collected on the slit, spreading it to the rest of your length in slow jerks with his soaked hand making him aware of the sudden tightness on his lower region, his pants feeling more constricting than previously. He nudges at your entrance a little more and finally slips in with ease, the feeling of you swallowing him making him all the more painfully hard.

While his thumb slowly thrusts in and out of you, teasing you, he sits back on his calves, leaving your dick aching for his contact while he attends to his pants instead, unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper down, pushing them just below his ass along with his underwear. He reaches inside the soft material and pulls out his hard member, giving himself a few lazy strokes with a soft pleased smile at the sight of his finger disappearing inside you as precum drips from his tip.

He finishes with a harsh curl towards your soft spot, receiving a groan from you, almost waking up. Your leg is hiked over your blanket while you leisurely slip back to the depths of your slumber, exposed to your lover who slips the tip of the head of his member through your soft insides with a small moan. Your mouth falls open with a quiet gasp while his erection fully pushes inside you, carefully yet effortlessly reaching your deepest spots, making a small pause before shoving the last inch in.

A small grunt escapes your mouth at the ruthless action, your hands weakly gripping at the bedcover and brows lightly knitting together while Belphie lets out a light chuckle at your reaction, grinding his length against you in attempt to press deeper the already harshly compressed head. He moves to place his right leg between your own, resting his heavy balls on the top of the inside of your left thigh, having them brushing against your swollen balls.

He starts drawing back his hips, gently doing so a few times to stretch you out before moving at a faster pace. His left hand grabs at your ass, pulling the cheek aside for better access, his other hand landing a slap on your right thigh and grabbing a fistful of it while starting to clap his hips against yours. With his balls dragging along your thigh, he pants while plunging into you at a quick pace, desperate to empty his tight balls into you.

With his thrusts becoming harder, you start to rouse from your sleep, your eyes blinking open with the first thing you notice being the moans you’re letting out in an even rate and the wet trail of drool having streamed down your cheek. Your mind quickly catches up to your body and processes the feeling of your lower half being impaled by something, the pleasure crashing into you and having you moaning loudly, alerting your assailant of your awoken state.

“Oh, hello there.” Belphie casually greets with an innocent smile, purposefully slamming into you to give you a hard time responding, the feeling of his cock seemingly reaching your guts clouding your mind. You grit your teeth with your eyes rolling to the back of your head with a strangled moan while you hold onto your blanket tightly, your ass jutting further out to welcome him in deeper with a loud groan.

“Fuuuuuck.” You helplessly moan at your balls tightening at an unbearable rate, your lover feeling near his release as well. “Ah- Ah- I- I- !” You moan in tune with his movements before clamping down almost painfully tight on him, a muted scream attempting to leave your mouth as you erupt on your blanket, your cum gushing out and soaking your sheets and lower stomach.

“Ah!” He moans, stilling himself deep inside you and flooding your insides with a grunt while clenching his teeth, his eyes squeezing shut. You remain still with your mouth agape and eyes wide, taking in how his cum fills you, his dick twitching inside you and balls clenching and unclenching against you. An audible sigh leaves him once he’s come down his high, letting you know he’s finished while you focus on catching your breath, your eyes falling shut once again.

After regaining his composure, he lazily opens his eyes and smiles at the sight of your spent body, feeling warmth filling his chest. He slips his soft member out of you with his release escaping your insides and pooling on your thigh, bending over your body and pulling your face towards him with his hand to sloppily kiss you. “Good morning.” He smiles almost cheekily.

“Mn.” You hum in response without opening your eyes, too tired all over again. You hear him let out a soft chuckle before he settles behind you, falling asleep as well almost instantaneously and leaving you both soiled.

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Belphegor x Fem! Reader/MC.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, somnophilia, dub-con, vaginal sex, squirting.

Summary: Belphie is having a hard time sleeping and makes his way to your room to receive a different type of help than expected.

W/C: 1.2k+

“Y/N, are you here?” Belphie quietly asks while walking through your doorway, hand resting on the knob. He had just recently sent you a text stating that he couldn’t sleep and asking if he could sleep with you, but after getting no response, he decided to go over and check on you. “Oh, what’s this?” He innocently asks, closing the door behind him and approaching your sleeping form on the bed, eyeing the naked leg peeking out from under the covers.

His hand reaches forward to slowly push back the sheets, uncovering you and leaving your arms to hug the blanket. He takes in how his previously thought lost sweater rests on top of your body with nothing but your underwear covering your privates, thinking to himself just how… pliable you look. His fingers reach forward to gently trace lines along your thigh with the back of them, just barely caressing the skin and seeing how you shiver in return, goosebumps rising in your skin.

His cow print pillow is set aside on the corner of your bed before he carefully climbs on top, straddling your legs while trying to not wake you. While keeping himself up with a hand pressed on the mattress, his other one lays flat on the top of your thigh, running up and down the skin with the tips of his fingers slipping below your underwear. He continues his movements to test how deep asleep you are, successfully eliciting no reaction for you.

A hand fully slips into your underwear and grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing it in his hand and pulling it apart from the other cheek, no doubt having your puckered hole instinctively clenching. He grabs the waist of your underwear and slowly pulls it down, your underwear soon thrown to the floor, long forgotten while you unconsciously turn to lay on your stomach more, your sleeping body being familiar with what’s happening.

Belphie runs a thumb over your lower lips teasingly before spreading them to see the slightly dampening hole. “Hmm, what a cute little hole…” He sleepily smiles, prodding at the entrance with the tip of his thumb just barely slipping in, feeling your insides trying to suck him in while more slick escapes you. The rest of his hand moves to cup your mound with his thumb sliding between your folds a few times, resting on your clit afterwards to rub slow circles on it.

The pad continues to press on the nub, slowly adding more pressure the more circles it draws, pressing down harder to which your body responds by leaking more slick. A small moan leaves through your parted lips while your insides clench on nothing, starting to crave the feeling of being stretched. Belphie returns his finger to your opening, instantly feeling more wetness having collected around and spreading it to your folds.

Your soaked core makes him aware of the sudden tightness on his lower region, his pants feeling more constricting than previously. He traces back to the hole, nudging at the entrance briefly before slipping in with ease, the feeling of you swallowing him making him all the more painfully hard. While his thumb slowly thrusts in and out of you, teasing you, he sits back on his calves, his free hand going to his pants to unbutton them, pulling the zipper down and pushing them just below his ass along with his underwear.

He reaches inside the soft material and pulls out his hard member, giving himself a few lazy strokes with a soft pleased smile at the sight of his finger disappearing inside you as precum drips from his tip. He finishes with a harsh curl towards your g spot, receiving a groan from you, almost waking up. Your leg is hiked over your blanket while you leisurely slip back to the depths of your slumber, exposed to your lover who slips the tip of the head of his member through your soft insides with a small moan.

Your mouth falls open with a quiet gasp while his erection fully pushes inside you, the tip effortlessly reaching your cervix, making a small pause before shoving the last inch in. A small grunt escapes your mouth at the ruthless action, your hands weakly gripping at the bedcover and brows lightly knitting together while Belphie lets out a light chuckle at your reaction, grinding his length against you in attempt to press deeper the already harshly compressed head.

He moves to place his right leg between your own, resting his heavy balls on the top of the inside of your left thigh, having them brushing against your puffy folds. He starts drawing back his hips, gently doing so a few times to coat his length in your liquids before moving at a faster pace. His left hand grabs at your ass, pulling the cheek aside for better access, his other hand landing a slap on your right thigh and grabbing a fistful of it while starting to clap his hips against yours.

With his balls dragging along your thigh, he pants while plunging into you at a quick pace, desperate to empty his tight balls into you. With his thrusts becoming harder, you start to rouse from your sleep, your eyes blinking open with the first thing you notice being the moans you’re letting out in an even rate and the wet trail of drool having streamed down your cheek.

Your mind quickly catches up to your body and processes the feeling of your lower half being impaled by something, the pleasure crashing into you and having you moaning loudly, alerting your assailant of your awoken state. “Oh, hello there.” Belphie casually greets with an innocent smile, purposefully slamming into you to give you a hard time responding, the feeling of his cock seemingly reaching your guts clouding your mind.

You grit your teeth with your eyes rolling to the back of your head with a strangled moan while you hold onto your blanket tightly, your ass jutting further out to welcome him in deeper with a loud groan. “Fuuuuuck.” You helplessly moan at the coil in your stomach tightening at an unbearable rate, your lover feeling near his release as well.

“Ah- Ah- I- I- !” You moan in tune with his movements before clamping down almost painfully tight on him, a muted scream attempting to leave your mouth as you erupt on him, your cum gushing on him and soaking his pelvic muscle. “Ah!” He moans, stilling himself deep inside you and flooding your insides with a grunt while clenching his teeth, his eyes squeezing shut.

You remain still with your mouth agape and eyes wide, taking in how his cum fills you, his dick twitching inside you and balls clenching and unclenching against you. An audible sigh leaves him once he’s come down his high, letting you know he’s finished while you focus on catching your breath, your eyes falling shut once again. After regaining his composure, he lazily opens his eyes and smiles at the sight of your spent body, feeling warmth filling his chest.

He slips his soft member out of you with his release escaping your insides and pooling on your thigh, bending over your body and pulling your face towards him with his hand to sloppily kiss you. “Good morning.” He smiles almost cheekily. “Mn.” You hum in response without opening your eyes, too tired all over again. You hear him let out a soft chuckle before he settles behind you, falling asleep as well almost instantaneously and leaving you both soiled.

Shared Pain 2.

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Lucifer x Fem! Reader/MC x Mammon.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, whipping, physical abuse (depending on the view of the reader), crying, oral sex, light humiliation, voyeurism, cumming untouched; male.

Summary: Following the events of stumbling into Lucifer's scene with his brother, you take it upon yourself to receive the rest of the younger brother's punishment, receiving a reward in return.

W/C: 1.3k+

“Would you like to share his pain?”

“What?” Your chest clenches. “Would you like to share his pain?” Lucifer repeats himself, noticing out of the corner of his eye how Mammon’s body stiffens at the suggestion. “It’s quite simple, really. You’ll simply be taking his place.” Lucifer explains, causing you to swallow thickly. “… Okay.” You quietly agree, unaware of how Mammon’s eyes widen. Lucifer lets you take your time slowly moving to the bed, gently laying yourself on your stomach next to Mammon with your arms crossed in front of your face.

“Stay.” Lucifer shoves back down Mammon after he tries to stand. “What the hell? Didn’t ya say-” “I didn’t say you could stand.” Lucifer sternly states, glaring down at him until he relaxes his body on the bed again, still facing away from you. You look ahead of yourself and quickly feel a pair of hands slowly trace their way up your legs from your thighs to your ass, giving a small squeeze before settling at the waist of your pants briefly, yanking them down harshly in one swift movement, earning himself a small gasp.

“I hope you don’t expect me to hold back…” You feel his hands reaching your underwear, slowly dragging it down to rest under the cheeks, managing to get a peek at your lower lips. You feel a light graze along your ass, almost in a teasing manner, taunting you before finally landing its first strike with a loud slap, your mouth instinctively opening to let out a muted scream, your breath having gotten caught in your throat.

You’re barely able to let out a shaky breath before another crack of the whip fills your ears, this time forcing an audible scream out of you. The frequency of the whips quickly picks up, having you burying your face in the sheets in attempt to muffle your screams. In no time, you feel tears leaking from the corners of your eyes, streaming down to soak the covers your hands grip onto tightly while your limbs quiver in pain.

The whip continues to land piercing stings on your already bruising skin for a few minutes, thin lines of its strikes having formed. Loud cries start mixing with your screams of agony until you have trouble breathing, the noise of your struggles to breathe letting Lucifer know it’s time to end your punishment. Once the whips cease, you feel your limbs relax, taking in choppy audible breaths for a moment before feeling something lightly grazing your cheeks again, having your stomach clenching.

The fear quickly dissipates when you receive the feel of a hand rather than the leather whip, giving soft caresses in attempt to soothe the pain, failing to do so and instead leaving burning traces along the tender skin. “You did so well.” You hear Lucifer whisper in your ear, making you aware of the warmth of his body leaning over yours and getting you to turn to look to the side to him, your gaze getting caught elsewhere instead.

Looking at Mammon staring at you with a somewhat embarrassed and sad expression, you wonder for how long he had been staring, missing the way his hips lightly grind into the bed. “I think you’re due for a reward.” Lucifer’s voice breaks your attention towards Mammon. Lucifer’s gloved hand moves your head forward and presses it down softly, as if to tell you to not move it from its place while he sets aside the whip.

As you finally feel yourself catching on to your breath, hearing shuffling in the background, you feel your pants along with your underwear being slowly dragged down, having you instinctively clench your thighs to prevent them from being dragged further down. “Now now, there’s no need to be difficult.” Lucifer speaks from behind you, fanning out breaths in the process, the warmth landing on your exposed cunt.

Your body stiffens and your eyes widen, giving you no time to take in what’s happening and immediately feeling his wet tongue lick a slow stripe from your clit to your entrance, spreading your folds along the way. His tongue prods at your hole, teasing your opening without pushing in, his ears picking up on the shaky breath that leaves past your lips while noticing from the corner of his eyes the light tremble of your arms.

His arms wrap over your lower back to keep you pinned down as he returns to your clit, sucking softly to which your mouth falls open to moan in response while your eyes flutter. Lucifer looks over to his brother, seeing the lower half of his face concealed against his forearms crossed in front of him while he stares at you, involuntarily humping slowly into the bed his already painfully hard member.

Your body moves on its own to push itself closer onto Lucifer’s face who gives harsher sucks at your clit, making you groan as you bury your face into the bed while attempting to grind onto his face. Your thighs squeeze together as you whimper, feeling his teeth biting the nub before moving higher up, settling at your clenching hole once again after licking and sucking your folds momentarily.

His tongue traces circles around your opening, teasing you again as he smiles sadistically at the thought of his next action. You gasp at the feeling of him spitting on your hole with your cheeks burning from embarrassment while he smirks, content with the reaction he elicited from you. He finally shoves his tongue inside of you, taking you by surprise with a breathy whine escaping you, sticking your ass out for him more with your legs spreading apart.

His tongue struggles to swirl around your insides and thrust in and out of you, bringing it back in his mouth after every few strokes to take in your taste while the tightening in the pit of your stomach grows harder to ignore. While Mammon watches the scene unfold before him, he becomes aware of the wet spot his precum has formed on the sheets, the soaked area starting to wet his lower stomach while his erection throbs, desperate to be touched.

One of Lucifer’s hands manages to reach your hair, yanking your head back to pull it off the bed and hear your moans getting louder, your wetness slowly drenching his chin as you moan uncontrollably, babbling noises of pleasure without being coherent enough to be able to warn him of your release quickly approaching. “I- I- I-” You moan with your eyes rolling back, a loud groan coming from deep within your throat as your orgasm gushes from your hole.

His hand releases your hair, letting your entire body slump deeper into the bed with your face falling back onto the covers while he licks you clean. As he finishes, he detaches himself from you, wiping his face with his gloved hand and staining it, standing from his spot and moving to lay on top of you, hearing a muffled ‘oof’ coming from you. He pulls your head back up with his hand under your jaw and licks up a trail of drool you hadn’t noticed on the right side of it.

His other hand with his dirtied glove goes to grip at the whole underside of your jaw to tilt your head uncomfortable far back to capture your lips in his in a wet open-mouthed kiss, shoving his tongue inside your mouth to let you taste your remains on him as he grips your neck possessively. A small whimper interrupts your sloppy kiss, having you both pausing your actions and breaking apart to look to your right and see Mammon facing straight ahead with his hands clasped over his mouth and eyes clenched shut.

His hands muffle a moan of relief and his body relaxes, his eyes remaining closed while Lucifer’s body leaves yours, stepping to his brother. His hands grab Mammon’s hips and roll him over to the right, eyeing the large wet spot formed on the bed, a small white puddle in the middle of the darkened sheets. You both stare at him in silence, taking in his tired frame, seemingly about to fall asleep with his spent softening length resting over the drenched white hair on his glistening lower stomach as he dozes off.

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Lucifer x Male! Reader/MC x Mammon.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, whipping, physical abuse (depending on the view of the reader), crying, oral sex; ass-eating, rimming/rim jobs, light humiliation, voyeurism, cumming untouched.

Summary: Following the events of stumbling into Lucifer's scene with his brother, you take it upon yourself to receive the rest of the younger brother's punishment, receiving a reward in return.

W/C: 1.4k+

“Would you like to share his pain?”

“What?” Your chest clenches. “Would you like to share his pain?” Lucifer repeats himself, noticing out of the corner of his eye how Mammon’s body stiffens at the suggestion. “It’s quite simple, really. You’ll simply be taking his place.” Lucifer explains, causing you to swallow thickly. “… Okay.” You quietly agree, unaware of how Mammon’s eyes widen. Lucifer lets you take your time slowly moving to the bed, gently laying yourself on your stomach next to Mammon with your arms crossed in front of your face.

“Stay.” Lucifer shoves back down Mammon after he tries to stand. “What the hell? Didn’t ya say-” “I didn’t say you could stand.” Lucifer sternly states, glaring down at him until he relaxes his body on the bed again, still facing away from you. You look ahead of yourself and quickly feel a pair of hands slowly trace their way up your legs from your thighs to your ass, giving a small squeeze before settling at the waist of your pants briefly, yanking them down harshly in one swift movement, earning himself a small gasp.

“I hope you don’t expect me to hold back…” You feel his hands reaching your underwear, slowly dragging it down to rest under the cheeks, managing to get a peek at your balls. You feel a light graze along your ass, almost in a teasing manner, taunting you before finally landing its first strike with a loud slap, your mouth instinctively opening to let out a muted scream, your breath having gotten caught in your throat.

You’re barely able to let out a shaky breath before another crack of the whip fills your ears, this time forcing an audible scream out of you. The frequency of the whips quickly picks up, having you burying your face in the sheets in attempt to muffle your screams. In no time, you feel tears leaking from the corners of your eyes, streaming down to soak the covers your hands grip onto tightly while your limbs quiver in pain.

The whip continues to land piercing stings on your already bruising skin for a few minutes, thin lines of its strikes having formed. Loud cries start mixing with your screams of agony until you have trouble breathing, the noise of your struggles to breathe letting Lucifer know it’s time to end your punishment. Once the whips cease, you feel your limbs relax, taking in choppy audible breaths for a moment before feeling something lightly grazing your cheeks again, having your stomach clenching.

The fear quickly dissipates when you receive the feel of a hand rather than the leather whip, giving soft caresses in attempt to soothe the pain, failing to do so and instead leaving burning traces along the tender skin. “You did so well.” You hear Lucifer whisper in your ear, making you aware of the warmth of his body leaning over yours and getting you to turn to look to the side to him, your gaze getting caught elsewhere instead.

Looking at Mammon staring at you with a somewhat embarrassed and sad expression, you wonder for how long he had been staring, missing the way his hips lightly grind into the bed. “I think you’re due for a reward.” Lucifer’s voice breaks your attention towards Mammon. Lucifer’s gloved hand moves your head forward and presses it down softly, as if to tell you to not move it from its place while he sets aside the whip.

As you finally feel yourself catching on to your breath, hearing shuffling in the background, you feel your pants along with your underwear being slowly dragged down, having you instinctively clench your thighs to prevent them from being dragged further down. “Now now, there’s no need to be difficult.” Lucifer speaks from behind you, fanning out breaths in the process, the warmth landing on your burning ass cheeks

Your body stiffens and your eyes widen, giving you no time to take in what’s happening and immediately feeling his wet tongue lick a slow stripe from your balls to your puckered hole after spreading the mounds. His tongue prods at your hole, teasing your opening without pushing in, his ears picking up on the shaky breath that leaves past your lips while noticing from the corner of his eyes the light tremble of your arms.

His arms wrap over your lower back to keep you pinned down as he returns to your balls, sucking softly at the skin to which your mouth falls open to moan in response while your eyes flutter. Lucifer looks over to his brother, seeing the lower half of his face concealed against his forearms crossed in front of him while he stares at you, involuntarily humping slowly into the bed his already painfully hard member.

Your body moves on its own to push itself closer onto Lucifer’s face who sucks one of your balls into his mouth, making you groan as you bury your face into the bed while attempting to grind onto his face, feeling your length hardening against the bed with precum slowly starting to leak from the tip. Your thighs squeeze together as you whimper, feeling his teeth biting down before moving higher up, grabbing handfuls of your ass to spread the cheeks open and settle at your clenching hole once again.

His tongue traces circles around your puckered hole, teasing you again as he smiles sadistically at the thought of his next action. You gasp at the feeling of him spitting on your hole with your cheeks burning from embarrassment while he smirks, content with the reaction he elicited from you. He presses his tongue against your hole, applying pressure to slip past the tight ring, finally shoving his tongue inside of you, taking you by surprise with a breathy whine escaping you.

You stick your ass out for him more with your legs spreading apart, uncovering your now fully hardened member dribbling more precum on the bed. His tongue struggles to swirl around your tight insides and thrust in and out of you, bringing it back in his mouth after every few strokes to take in the taste of your inner walls while the tightening in the pit of your stomach grows harder to ignore.

While Mammon watches the scene unfold before him, he becomes aware of the wet spot his precum has formed on the sheets, the soaked area starting to wet his lower stomach while his erection throbs, desperate to be touched. One of Lucifer’s hands manages to reach your hair, yanking your head back to pull it off the bed and hear your uncontrollable moans getting louder, babbling noises of pleasure without being coherent enough to be able to warn him of your release quickly approaching.

“I- I- I-” You moan with your eyes rolling back, a loud groan coming from deep within your throat as you cum with a twitch of your member, shooting your release on the bedsheets, emptying your balls. His hand releases your hair, letting your entire body slump deeper into the bed with your face falling back onto the covers while he continues to lick at your hole, bringing you down your high and leaving your softening length soiled.

As he finishes, he detaches himself from you, wiping his face with his gloved hand and staining it, standing from his spot and moving to lay on top of you, hearing a muffled ‘oof’ coming from you. He pulls your head back up with his hand under your jaw and licks up a trail of drool you hadn’t noticed on the right side of it. His other hand with his dirtied glove goes to grip at the whole underside of your jaw to tilt your head uncomfortable far back to capture your lips in his in a wet open-mouthed kiss.

He shoves his tongue inside your mouth to let you taste your remains on him and grips your neck possessively. A small whimper interrupts your sloppy kiss, having you both pausing your actions and breaking apart to look to your right and see Mammon facing straight ahead with his hands clasped over his mouth and eyes clenched shut. His hands muffle a moan of relief and his body relaxes, his eyes remaining closed while Lucifer’s body leaves yours, stepping to his brother.

His hands grab Mammon’s hips and roll him over to the right, eyeing the large wet spot formed on the bed, a small white puddle in the middle of the darkened sheets. You both stare at him in silence, taking in his tired frame, seemingly about to fall asleep with his spent softening length resting over the drenched white hair on his glistening lower stomach as he dozes off.

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Lucifer x GN! Reader/MC x Mammon.

Warnings: Light nudity; naked ass, whipping.

Summary: Upon delivering dinner to Lucifer, you stumble to an unexpected scene between him and his brother.

W/C: 500+

A/N: There'll be a part 2 with two versions, one for people who were AFAB and AMAB, both with gender neutral pronouns.

You walk steadily towards Lucifer’s room with a silver tray in hand, having gone to the kitchen not too long ago to make him some Hell coffee and cut him a slice from some of Barbatos’ leftover cake, which wouldn’t have made it so far if it hadn’t had a curse on it for Beel, as he requested. Once you reach his room, you go to knock on the door but quickly realize the difficulty of the task with your hands already occupied with another task, opting to instead shout for him.

Before his name can leave your mouth, you hear a sharp slap, making you jolt away with a small clacking of the tray, another slap being heard followed by muffled voices. “Lucifer?” You ask, only for the voices to stop, a small moment of silence passing before the door opens. “Ah, Y/N, it’s you.” Lucifer smirks, taking the cup of coffee in his hand to lift it to his lips. “Why ya acting like you didn’t know who it was?” You hear a barely audible grumble, pulling your attention to the source.

“Did you say something Mammon?” Lucifer glares only to be met by silence to which he smiles before taking a sip. You stare wide-eyed at the sight before you, Mammon on his knees bent over the large bed… with his naked ass on display. You take notice of the slightly reddening lines on the cheeks resting over his pushed-down pants and brown jacket resting beside him with his usual glasses on top.

“This is awfully bitter.” Lucifer grimaces, calling your attention back to him. “B- but I-” You nervously stutter, overwhelmed at the situation at hand while he leads you through the doorway. “There’s no need to worry, Hell coffee becomes bitter when you prepare it for someone you’re fond of.” He explains, casually taking another sip after closing the door while you feel warmth spreading through your cheeks.

“I would’ve asked for tea, but it seems this will take longer than I thought.” He steps to the center of the room, facing the end of his bed and standing perpendicular to Mammon while you eye the whip of love in his hand. “You can set the tray at the table.” He instructs, staring down at Mammon. You do as he says, placing the tray on the glass coffee table behind him while struggling to keep your eyes off of Mammon.

“I… I guess I’ll be leaving now.” You slowly walk backwards to the door. “Stay.” Lucifer speaks, stopping you on your tracks. “Come here.” He continues to speak without looking away from Mammon. You follow as he says and walk back to him, standing next to him and trying to avert your eyes from his brother to no avail. Standing closer to him, you notice his body trembling, giving you the impression that it’s out of pain or fear, disregarding the possibility that it’s from embarrassment.

“There’s no need to pity him, he actually quite enjoys it.” Lucifer interrupts your thoughts, taking another drink from his cup, eyeing the way your eyes stay glued to Mammon who’s been facing to his right side, away from you. “If he really worries you that much, you could ease his punishment.” He suggests in a low tone, luring you in. “How?” You quickly look over at him, seeing him smile at you sadistically before answering.

“Would you like to share his pain?”

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Warnings: Yandere stuff, past kidnapping mentioned, physical abuse, blood, light nudity, implied attempted non-con.

Summary: After finally having an opportunity to escape from your harsh reality, you're unfortunately forced to find out what a grave mistake it is in the worst ways possible.

W/C: 800+

You continue to run, forced to ignore the ache in your legs telling you to stop while your mind runs over the previous events, trying to make sure you didn’t overlook anything. Just a few moments prior, your captor had stumbled through the door of your ‘shared’ bedroom; completely wasted. He had gone out to celebrate over some reason you couldn’t quite remember and returned at the dark early hours of the morning.

As soon as Mammon stumbled in, you immediately took notice of him having forgotten to place back down the curse on the door, the one that kept you from leaving. You waited as patiently as you could with trembling hands until he fell asleep after having failed to keep himself upright enough to ‘celebrate’ with you. Having passed out on top of you, you pushed him aside as carefully as possible before quietly making your way to the door.

After having spent so long locked away with your legs getting unaccustomed to much movement, they threatened to give up on you until you finally fell. You let out a frustrated shaky breath, trying to get yourself back up with the aid of your arms, wanting to put more distance between you despite having been running for what felt like so long. “Would you look at that?” You hear a voice coming from above you say, drawing your attention to look up.

“What do we have here?” Another one says, with a less than comforting smile, and you quickly come to realize that you’re surrounded by three demons. “They’re a pretty little thing.” The third one says, displaying its sharp teeth. “Oh, I’m gonna enjoy tearing this one apart.” The second one moans, getting you to look back at its darkened silhouette. You quickly stand to sprint away but easily get pinned down by the three of them, feeling them holding onto your limbs tightly.

“No! PLEASE STOP!” You scream to which they laugh, your struggles earning you scratches from their sharp claws. “What’s wrong?! I bet your flesh tastes as pure as your broken soul!” The first one shouts over your cries before they start turning you around to lay you over your stomach. You continue to cry while they tear the edges of your clothes, landing more scratches and deep cuts in the process, too occupied to notice anything else.

You hear a familiar ringing and look forward to notice your phone laying on the ground with a cracked screen displaying Mammon’s ID name. You struggle to reach forward to it while feeling multiple sharp piercing pains on your body quickly followed by the wet sensation of your blood gushing out. You finally manage to answer the call with another pained scream at the sound of a crack from your body.

“MAMMON! PLEASE! I’M SORRY! I-” You get cut off by a sharp slap landing on the side of your face. “SHUT IT!” One of them yells before smashing your phone to pieces. “NO! STOP!” You cry as they turn you to your back again, each pulling at your limbs to tear them from your torso. A loud crackling noise is heard, making them pause their movements and look in the same direction to which you follow with what little you can lift your head, looking forward.

Mammon stands before you, staring down the other demons with a piercing gaze that forces them to scramble away from you, releasing your limbs and letting him see the gashes littering your nearly naked body from the tearing of your clothes. “Close your eyes.” Mammon stares at you intensely while slowly raising a hand as the other lower demons start shouting and begging for forgiveness, knowing that regardless of his idiocy, his power is nothing to scoff at.

Your arms are quick to place themselves at the sides of your head, facing away with your eyes squeezing shut to brace yourself, and as soon as you do; the ground quakes beneath you. Screams of agony fill your ears, the screams seeming to never end as opposed to you having thought that it would be quick, unaware that Mammon is purposefully giving them a slow, agonizing death. Fortunately, the screams eventually stop, by then more tears having left wet trails on your face.

You slowly move to sit up while uncovering your ears just as slowly, looking around you to see the bodies to pieces, seemingly having been pulled apart much like how they attempted to do to you. Once your eyes fall to Mammon’s pristine form, you break out a small cry, standing and running to his arms as best as you can with the pain running through your body.

He takes you in his arms to keep you from falling over as you cry in his chest, soaking his shirt in your tears and blood “I’m so sorry! Please! I’m sorry! I should’ve never left! Please take me back!” You repeatedly apologize as he sets his jacket over your body, shielding your bare body from the cold early morning air. As he listens to your cries, he considers briefly degrading you for having left before deciding to simply pick up your crying form in his arms and carry you back.

Obey Me Masterlist.

Main Masterlist

Lucifer

Imagines

Yandere

None Yet.

Non-Yandere

SFW

Shared Pain

NSFW

Shared Pain 2: Fem! Reader - Male! Reader

Headcanons

None Yet.

Mammon

Imagines

Yandere

SFW

Mistakes

NSFW

None Yet.

Non-Yandere

SFW

Shared Pain

NSFW

Payment

Shared Pain 2: Fem! Reader - Male! Reader

Headcanons

None Yet.

Belphegor

Imagines

Yandere

None Yet.

Non-Yandere

SFW

None Yet.

NSFW

Midnight Relief: Fem! Reader - Male! Reader

Headcanons

None Yet.

Simeon

Imagines

Yandere

None Yet.

Non-Yandere

SFW

None Yet.

NSFW

Christmas Wish

Headcanons

None Yet.

Payment.

Main Masterlist

Obey Me Masterlist

Mammon x GN! Reader/MC.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, non-con, somnophilia, oral sex; male receiving, unprotected sex.

Summary: Nothing, no spoilers.

W/C: 300+

Mammon slowly stirs awake, the sleepiness weighing down his eyelids and maintaining his eyes closed, leaving him to rely on his other senses. He quickly takes notice of the warmth wrapped around his hardening member, realizing that he’s being sucked off. His eyes manage to peek open enough for him to see a figure under his bed sheets, the head bobbing up and down making a cheeky smile find its way to his face.

Instead of saying a cocky remark as he usually does, he decides to simply lay further into his bed and enjoy the feeling. He quickly starts moaning carelessly as his hands lazily sneak under the covers, taking a hold of the head to guide the movements at a faster, steadier pace. He feels the nose come into contact with his lower stomach, forcing out a moan of your name with his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

The door to his room clicks open with the noise falling on deaf ears, only being roused by the scream at the doorway. He quickly sits up halfway to see the look of horror on your face while he stares at you in shock, too stunned to react before you quickly run away with a muffled sob. He wastes no time in shoving the sheets off of him, wondering if you were just standing in his doorway, who’s the person who had been blowing him?

Mammon shouts in surprise at the sight, falling out of the bed. “The hell are you doin’?!” He shouts at the familiar face while dread fills him, the same look of horror you had now in his face as well. The witch only smiles in return while looking down at his wide eyes that stare back, remembering how they met just a few days prior, though a few days was enough for him to fall in debt again, and when it became apparent enough that he wouldn’t pay up, the witch decided ruining his relationship would be payment enough.

Thinking about…

Thinking about your first time using a flogger on Barbatos. The wooden handle heavy in your hand but also empowering in a way. Being about to whip and caress a demon as powerful as Barbatos, to see this side of him was addicting. The marks left by the leather if even for a moment sending adrenaline through your veins, and the sounds he makes as the leather makes contact with his skin were heavenly even coming from a demon. Low grunts and groans that sent heat rushing through your body as even what little you were wearing became too much to handle. 

The time you and Asmodeus have sex he thinks that's all it is. It wasn’t new to him, being the avatar of lust people often used him for pleasure then left him in the dust. Not you though, you stayed. Helped him clean up then cuddled him till he fell asleep and, when you finally left to your own room late in the afternoon, he couldn’t help but cry. He wasn’t used to this, the way you loved him for more than just his body. Loved him in a way that was so unusual to him, so soft that he feared that one touch could shatter everything. Sure his brothers loved him, but they often didn’t take him as seriously as he wished they would, always convinced he was too clouded by lust to be serious about anything. 

But you, you were different. Even in a group you listened to him, like actually listened to him, asking him questions about matters that most would deem outside his realm of conversation. Like video editing? Different aspects of filming? He’s a deviltuber who does his own content not just a pretty face and only you seem to get that. Nobody but his brothers try learning his likes and dislikes but you do, and you remember them like it’s second nature. Always trying to involve him in things he would like and helping him avoid or get through things he hates.

So he cried. He cried so hard and for so long that he ended up falling asleep again. Falling into an exhausted slumber so deep that he didn’t wake even as you cracked his door open and snuck inside, your heart breaking at the sight of your lover so upset. Crawling into the bed behind him, you quickly scooped him into your arms watching as the wrinkles between his eyebrows (that he was definitely going to panic about later) softened as if eased by your very presence, soothing him into much more pleasant dreams as you laid there with him, watching over him.

Twin Sandwhich

Thinking About…

… Thinking about how easily Beelzebub and Belphegor seem to make you fall apart both alone and together. Their teamwork was immaculate, letting you ride Belphegor while Beelzebub stretched out your ass. The pain of Beel’s massive cock penetrating your ass melts into the pleasure as his brother bottoms out inside you from below was nothing like you’d ever experienced before but boy was it amazing. They balanced each other out so well it was hard to tell who was where but that didn’t matter when the three of you collapsed into the bed exhausted.

Appetite

Thinking About…

…Thinking about how Beelzebub has an appetite for more than food, often spending his nights with his face between your thighs using his strength to hold you down with a grip that you knew would leave bruises and honestly? Who cares about bruises when he went down on you like you were his last meal on death row. And he won’t stop for hours, not until you’re crying out from overstimulation and your cum is covering his face.Afterall he couldn’t leave his favorite human left unsatisfied.  

Asmo Smut Drabble

Thinking About…

…Thinking about the way Asmo just loves to worship and be worshiped, especially in the bedroom. But when he finds you staring at yourself in the mirror with something akin to disappointment he couldn’t help but fuck you in front of that very same mirror and every mirror he could find in his room forcing you to watch as he made a mess of you. Even as your mind went numb from the avatar of lust playing you like a well tuned instrument until you made a mess of his sheets he wouldn’t stop until you were overstimulated and still crying out for more.

Beg

Thinking About…

...Thinking about how needy Mammon can be when he’s not getting his way. This was his idea after all, from the hotel room to the cash covering the bed, so why is it that he’s the one begging? Flushed and panting as you bring him to the edge only to pull away. He was too far gone to think of anything but the way you wrapped around him so perfectly. But his begging had gone to your head only making you cruel in the way you continuously denied him his release, not that he could truly complain as you praised him for holding back like you had told him too. He was a good boy just for you so why wouldn’t you just let him cum? Even the thought of release had him whimpering “Pleasepleaseplease let me cum MC” he begged so sweetly as he could no longer hold back and finally tumbled off the edge of ecstasy with you not far behind.

Bound Lucifer

Thinking About…

Thinking about how pretty Lucifer looks bound in rope, the red of the rope contrasting with his dark hair in a way that could only entice you to tease him further. Not that he could protest with the bit in his mouth as you tease him with one of his own feathers all while denying him the orgasm he so desperately craves as he practically ruts into the air despite being tightly bound. Despite his begging and pleading about how he’ll be a good boy if you just let him cum you continue to deny him his release for nothing but your own amusement.

You had wondered why he was spending so much more time in the office.

You almost wished you had minded your own business because nothing could hurt more than the sight in front of you. He hadn’t even spotted you yet, busy paying attention to the blonde under his desk, his secretary you realize. The very woman he had told you not to worry about."We're just coworkers Y/N” he had promised but he was a demon now, his promises meant nothing but stupidly you had hung onto every single one trusting that the love of your life wouldn’t lead you on and lie to you, a mistake on your part you’re now realizing as you watch him with his head tossed back in pleasure a look you knew well. Tears pricked your eyes as your chest felt tight, suffocating almost as you stood there frozen. A sniffle escaping you as you fight off the urge to collapse into a sobbing mess in front of all of his already gossiping coworkers, that sniffle was enough to alert his senses to your presence as he quickly pushed the blonde away, “Y/n what’re you doing here?” he asked shocked as he attempted to straighten out his clothes “I came to bring you lunch but that was clearly a mistake” you spat no longer caring about protecting his public image “Y/n it’s not what it looks like I promise” he swore walking towards you as if you were a hurt animal in need of rescuing “oh so your dick wasn’t just down her throat?” you ask sarcastically knowing good and well that you had caught him, and no matter how much it hurt you had to end things or he would only do it again. “Well, it was but I promise you it didn’t mean anything” he attempted to soothe you but it only made you see red through your tears as people gathered around to watch the spectacle all he did was throw around promises as if they meant anything to you anymore. “Do you think I’m stupid Lucifer? Do you think so lowly of me that you would consider this okay??” You hiccuped trying not to cry in front of him as he quickly shook his head “No of course not my love-” “Don’t call me that” you snapped shoving his lunch into his chest angrily knowing he was much too prideful to defend his actions against you not that it would fix anything cause you both knew, despite everything you’ve been through, that the two of you were over and there was nothing as painful as as the look of regret you could see in his bright red eyes before you turned away. As you walked away, you did so with the knowledge that you would no longer be hanging onto the promises of a man who could so easily betray you for who knows how long while you were waiting for his return.

What the Obey Me! Cast does after breaking up with you

It was mutual and you both stayed friends afterwards: 

Lucifer, Satan, Barbatos

Stalks you after the breakup:

Leviathan, Mammon, Solomon

He broke it off with you:

Asmodeus, Diavolo

No. There was no breakup:

Beelzebub, Simeon

Kills You:

Belphegor

Distracting Leviathan

Thinking about….

Thinking about Leviathan and the way he struggles to stay still, to stay focused on his game when you're oh so tempting. And purposefully trying to distract him from his gaming marathon when he was only four hours in was just rude. Yet he hardly flinched when you knelt down and began freeing his cocks from their confines, only acknowledging you with a groan as he fought the urge to buck up into your mouth. “Leviii play with me” you whined only to get pat on the head as he brushed the hair off of your face without even glancing at you “Later” he grunted.

Man was it hard to get him away from his games.

Cowboy Simeon Drabble <33

(This is the last Cowboy Drabble I swear)

Thinking About…

Thinking about Cowboy! Simeon, who can’t help but get all hot and bothered watching you lasso cattle from atop your horse. Thinking about the way he imagines that same rope wrapped around you or even tied tight around himself. Thinking about the way you finally make those dreams a reality as you tie it just snug enough around his neck to cut off a bit of air from his lungs as you ride him fast and hard the sounds of skin slapping together loud but nothing compared to the whining coming from Simeon as he finishes inside you.

Cowboy Belphie Drabble <3

Thinking About….

Thinking about Cowboy!Belphegor and the way he lounges around letting his brothers do all the heavy lifting looking so pleased with himself even in his sleep. You can’t blame him though, you can’t do much of anything actually when his voice still raspy from sleep orders you to ride him till you're numb. Bouncing up and down on his cock like you’re getting paid for it all while he’s layin back with a smug ass grin, his eyes never leaving yours even as they cross from the pleasure leaving you just as tired as he is.

How’d things end up like this?

Why’d it have to be you? Dragging him home from another drunken night at the bar. He had friends, why couldn’t it be them? His brothers even? You were the ex. It wasn’t your job to make sure he got home anymore. He constantly trashed you on devilgram to his numerous fans. You begged him to stop, pleaded with him to let you heal and move on but it was to no avail.

You even changed your number but he always found you. It was hard to believe this was the same person you once loved and the thought that he had loved you the same for even just a moment was what kept you coming to his aid. You had lost touch with countless friends, family even just to appease him and his jealousy but it seems you were merely a fool, a fool in love but stupid nonetheless cause now there was nobody to save you from situations like this; “I missed you” Mammon grumbled his words slurring as you supported most of his weight

“I didn’t think you’d come” he continued on as you huffed his white hair wild and sticking up in your face, “I shouldn’t have come” you muttered hoping he wouldn’t understand in his drunken state “I was so close to forgetting you, was getting my life together n’ everything'' you continued even knowing it would be a bad idea to say anything more as he stared at you with glassy eyes “You’ll never forget me” he said quietly and it brought tears to your eyes knowing he was right. You’d never forget him, what could’ve been would always haunt you and you weren’t dumb enough to think it wouldn’t but you’d always try because that was all you could do.