"Hotter than hell" Obey me! x Genshin Impact Lucifer and Diluc smut
☁ Coming back like it hasn't been a full month... I promised to write Lucifer and Diluc next, and I did.
Lucifer x fem!Reader x Diluc
tw: threesome, oral, handjob, mentions of cum, a little bit of humiliation, overstimulation
+18, minors please don't interact with this post, thank you!
wc: 1165
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The two men stand proudly before you at the base of the bed. You look so small in comparison to them; like a little kitten facing a tall wall. Something similarly hard arises before your very eyes.
You adjust yourself to kneel comfortably on the mattress, then take Lucifer's cock, who's on your right, into your hand and put Diluc's thing, on the left, all the way down your throat.
You take turns, frequently going from rhythmically stroking Lucifer's dick and sucking Diluc off to playing with Diluc's tip with your fingers and swirling your tongue around Lucifer's girth.
"Pay more attention to me," the redhead grunts, while his hand tries to pull you by the hair towards himself.
"Quit it," says the other one, gripping his rival by the bicep so that he lets you do it on your terms.
You purposefully switch between the two of them at a fast pace, so that you drive them mad with your tongue but don't let them reach the end with your hand, knowing full well they're both gentlemen but with a short temper.
Your efforts pay off. They give each other an understanding look, then Lucifer pushes you on your back, while the redhead sneaks behind you onto the bed. He pulls you closer by the waist so that your back rests against his sculpted chest and you're sat between his legs. His erection pokes at your back but you don't have the time to focus on that because he grabs you under the thighs right away, then holds them high and spreads them.
"Wider Diluc, I want to see their face turn bright red from embarrassment," Lucifer says, getting closer, while also pumping his cock. His eyes stay fixated on your exposed cunt.
"You surely are bossy for someone with a smaller cock than mine."
"And you talk a lot for someone whose life I can take with one swift move."
If it wasn't for you, they would jump to each other's throats by now, but since they got a more responsible task at hand, they postponed their dispute for later.
You hold onto Diluc's thighs like they're your last hope, digging your nails into its flesh, and observe Lucifer's every move; the way he crawls onto the bed to get closer, how he aligns himself with your hole and smears your arousal over your lower lips with his silky tip before plunging his whole length deep inside you.
An erotic howl slips from your sore throat but gets cut off with another moan when he does the exact same thing again and again until all your moans sound like one continuous yelp.
With your mouth unable to shut up, you let yourself get stripped from all dignity when you realize that the only thing on your mind right now is Lucifer's veiny, girthy cock, going in and out of you at a rapid pace and how badly you want to feel it fill you up.
"Wipe that smug look off your face. You'll be doing the same thing for me," Diluc reminds about himself with an annoyed comment about the raven-haired man's expression.
Indeed, Lucifer's face is painted with pride and a hint of superiority but it's not like he tries to hide it. It would be fair to say that it was all on purpose.
"Pay him no mind, focus on me instead," he says in a calm manner and grabs your chin with his fingers to force you to face him when he catches you trying to look behind yourself.
Diluc clearly takes it as an offense so his hand lets go of one of your legs and wraps around your waist, then it travels down your body until it finds your clit. With his middle finger, he draws circles on it, slow and steady.
"Follow my finger with your eyes and cum," he whispers close to your ear. "And when you do; think only of me."
As much as you want to follow his first order, you can't as your vision turns blurry the moment your orgasm hits you due to his dirty talk and stimulation as well as Lucifer's cock kissing your cervix.
Your high lasts longer, thanks to Diluc's finger still teasing your most sensitive spot and the other one's slowing-down thrusts. His dick leaves your pussy with a pop, leaving a string of cum that slides down your ass.
Your two lovers switch places the moment your breath stabilizes. Lucifer sits you on his lap but instead of spreading your wobbly legs, he hooks the back of your knees on his bent arm. As a result, your plushy thighs are squeezed together and your cunt's nice and tight.
Diluc licks his lips while musing on your plump pussy. The instant he thrusts his cock inside you, your walls clench around his massive girth.
"Easy, girl," he hisses. "Let me fuck you and I'll make you feel much better than he can."
Lucifer says nothing to get back at him this time. He just lowly chuckles into your ear and lets you decide on your own, which dick you prefer. But in his opinion, there's not much of a choice, of course, his is the only one you want.
The redhead is much gentler with you; he starts slow, building up his pace when you're ready for it, keeping in mind, how bruised your insides must be after the other man had his way with you.
You have a chance to shamelessly stare at Diluc while his length penetrates your insides. His spiky, long strands of hair escape from his low ponytail, making it messier and messier with each thrust of his hips. He's focused, indicated by the fact that his eyes are closed and his brows are frowning.
His fingers squeeze your thighs that he holds onto, and his low grunts become louder with every second. He's close, real close, but you're not there quite yet.
"You're not going to cum without pleasuring them first, are you?" the voice from behind you raises after a long while of staying on the sidelines. "That would be pathetic," he adds.
"Oh, shut up. I can hold back for as long as it takes."
"Do you need assistance?" Lucifer's offer surely doesn't come from a desire to help, but rather his strong belief in his own superiority.
"I'm perfectly fine by myself."
Despite that, Lucifer takes action. At the same time that Diluc abuses your cunt, he munches at your ear, then progresses slowly down your chin and neck, marking you with hickeys and saliva.
Your body heats up, and suddenly you feel the redhead's thrusts ten times more than before. He asks you if you're close. You nod. He smirks. You both cum.
As you lay sandwiched between your two lovers, you notice how quiet they are when they're not fighting over you. They feel asleep quickly, drained from all the sex you had. You can't help but smile.
"Wouldn't want my friend to know I fucked his brother" Obey me! Mammon smut
☁ Excuse the poor build up but I wanted to get to the fun part as soon as possible xoxo I might want to write a second part to this scenario...
Mammon x gn!Reader
tw: quickie, slight humiliation, hints of exhibitionism, pet names, porn logic
+18, minors please don't interact with this post, thank you!
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After knocking on the door, you wait patiently for someone to open them, while swinging on your feet and looking around. But to your surprise Leviathan - the one you came to for a gaming session- isn't the figure that you see behind the wooden surface of the door.
You're greeted by his older brother, Mammon, instead. The two of you actually never talked but you saw him with Levi once or twice before and you frequently listened to your friend's unflattering stories about him.
– You must be Y/N. Come in – he says, eyeing you up and down, and opens the door wider to let you inside. – Levi's buyin' snacks for ya at the store – he adds when he notices you nervously searching for your friend.
– Then I'll wait for him in the living room.
You jump up in surprise when you feel Mammon placing his palm on your lower back. You quickly turn your head to see his face decorated with a cheerful smile.
– Sure. Sit down.
He gently pushes you towards the couch that you obediently sit in with your legs tightly closed and hands on your knees like you were being interviewed. He immediately joins you and places his arm on the backrest behind your head, which instantly makes your heart beat faster.
– Are you and Levi like... goin' out?
His straightforward question beats you off the track. Why would that be the first thing he wants to know about you? It's strange enough that he willingly decided to hang out with his younger brother's friend.
– No, we just like to play games together. That's all.
You suddenly realize how close you are; his knee is brushing against yours and you can definitely smell his expensive cologne, which you kind of don't mind actually. You thought your heart was beating fast then but now it surely defies the laws of nature.
– Then he wouldn't mind if I had my way with ya? – Mammon nearly whispers into your red, blushing ear.
– That would be wrong – you say when he goes for your lips.
He then grabs your chin and forces you to look him in the eyes. You don't try to escape. Your body refuses to move. Maybe you don't want him to back off? You just sit there, obediently waiting for whatever happens next.
– Don't be such an angel – he laughs your excuse off and places his lips on yours, demanding access to your mouth, which he eventually gets.
The thrill of making out with your friend's brother takes control of you and when Mammon sneaks his hand between your closed thighs, you let him do as he pleases.
He kisses you eagerly while catching muffled moans that escape your mouth when his fingers rub your most sensitive spots, also making your nails dig into his black t-shirt.
– Turn around – he commands. Without objections, you do as he says.
The moment your back faces him, he moves on to take off your bottoms, as well as your underwear, which leaves you only in your shirt and sneakers.
– That's what I'm talkin' about, baby.
Mammon wraps his arm around you and caresses your chest until he finds your nipples that he joyfully rubs and pinches, while his other hand presses on your lower back, making it arch in a nice curve. His skillful and slow teasing causes your blood to flow into your lower parts, which suddenly become more sensitive to touch.
He doesn't even try to hide the bulge in his jeans that pokes at your entrance. What's more, a slight suspicion arises that he might be doing that on purpose, just to edge you.
Your grip on the backrest of the couch tightens, upon hearing a metallic click of his belt that he unbuckles, before taking his curved cock out. He intentionally bends over you, so that it slides between your asscheeks, teasing you and making you nudge against its length.
– I like your enthusiasm – he chuckles. – Ya want it inside already? Then consider yourself lucky because I might just give ya what you want.
Without a second thought, Mammon plunges his cock deep inside your hole, forcing an uncontrolled whimper out of your throat that he accompanies by his own low groan.
After the first wave of pleasure fades out, he thrusts again, and then again, and again, until you're just a toy in his hands that he clamps around your waist.
– The sounds you're making are drivin' me insane, fuck! What would Levi think if he heard ya? If he saw his older bro fuckin' his friend, huh? I bet you would like to be seen. The way ya just tightened around my cock when thinkin' about it.
You didn't even realize that the thought of being watched in a such compromising situation made your walls clench. This realization made you horribly embarrassed.
Levi could walk through that door any second now and encounter your mouth agape from the pleasure that his brother's lengthy dick gives you.
– Shake your ass on my cock for me. That's it. Show me how much ya want it, babe.
In a desperate chase for his orgasm, Mammon becomes more and more aggressive. He also angles himself better so that his tip can poke at your most sensitive spot and make you reach your high as soon as possible. Despite his cruel teasing, he wants to finish before anyone sees you two in this position.
A few more thrusts of his hips into yours and his semen floods your insides. This sensation, doubled by his moans, which he inefficiently tries to muffle, makes you cum alongside him.
Mammon waits until his breath stabilizes before pulling his cock out of your hole. He then tosses you the clothes, so you put them on in a rush, expecting your friend to come back home any second.
As you stand up to go to the bathroom, you hear the sound of rapid stamping coming from the hallway.
– Sorry, that you had to wait. A shutdown like me is not cut for running – Levi coughs up, struggling to catch his breath and puffing like an old engine.
His brother sits in a man spread on the couch, glued to his phone. He looks like he doesn't acknowledge your presence in the room, which seems to be enough for Levi to suspect nothing. You let out the breath that you were holding since your friend arrived.
You follow him to his room without taking a last glance at Mammon but the moment you leave the living room you receive a text: "save my number".
hey i saw requests were open! could you write about diavolo being king and all looks like he has people at his beck and call, this includes being dressed by his servants. reader in this case scenario is one of his servants and while tugging some boxers over his thic* [redacted], he requires f!reader to service him before he starts his day? thank you so much!!!
"King's order" Obey me! King Diavolo smut
☁ Lol the hiatus... This is a very old request (from when the requests weren't open in fact) and I have no idea why I didn't write it and I'm so sorry. Hope you enjoy it either way :p
Diavolo x gn!Reader
tw: handjob, blowjob, servant x master dynamic, mentions of cum
+18, minors please don't interact with this post, thank you!
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You wait patiently in the king's chamber with his clothes folded neatly in your hands, waiting for him to finish his morning bath. Oh, how you wish that you could be the one to lave his sculpted body and touch his soft skin, while the dawn slowly wakes him up.
But you have other duties.
You shake your head to clear it from these impure thoughts and just then you notice Diavolo entering the room. He's only in a towel, which covers his scrumptious hips and thighs. You catch a glimpse of the morning wood clearly visible from beneath it, but you quickly look away.
You greet him at which he smiles. You come closer and place his clothes on the chair next to you, then kneel in front of him and proceed to take his towel off. It falls to the floor, exposing his erection. You could hear the king chuckle under his nose.
You try to forget about it, fulfill your duty, and put the boxers over his ass but he doesn't let you. Diavolo's hand travels down his abs all the way to his cock. He wraps his fingers around it and pumps it slowly right in front of your mesmerized face.
Watching him stroke it, gets you aroused. You want to help him, jerk him off, and observe his noble face painted with satisfaction as he cums thanks to your touch.
– Why are you looking at it like that? Does it turn you on? – his raspy, morning voice sends shivers down your spine. – Service me then.
You're not in a position to question his demands. You want to do it, after all. You can barely wrap your fingers around his girth. It's hard and veiny - makes you rub your thighs together to try and relieve yourself.
You pump it steadily, increasing the speed little by little. By the king's expressions, you can see that he feels good but it's not enough. That's just barely the start if you want to make him cum.
His hips thrust into your hand, making his cock brush against your wet lips.
– Open up and suck it. Don't disappoint me.
You're hesitant at first but when you kiss the tip and feel its softness, you smoothly take his inches inside your mouth. You work with your tongue around his dick to the best of your abilities, while stroking the base that didn't entirely fit in.
Diavolo places his hand at the back of your head and forces his length down your throat, which makes you gag and scream for air. You pant nervously when he lets go and allows you to catch your breath.
– Oh, that was good – he says with a big smile on his face. – Do that again.
This time he grabs the sides of your face in both hands and guides his thick cock inside your mouth again. You instantly place your hands on his abdomen for stability and let him fuck your throat.
The king's gentle nature seemed to vanish when you started sucking him off because now, he's ruthlessly using you for his own pleasure.
Tears start accumulating in the corners of your eyes due to the impact but you take it well, encouraged by Diavolo's sexy moans and low grunts. His head's pushed back, making you appreciate his sharp jawline.
– More, please more. I'm so close! – his pathetic pleads can probably be heard in the whole castle, but it feels like they're reserved just for you as a reward for being such a loyal servant. – I'm cumming, I'm cumming..!
You take his whole load of creamy semen without a word of complaint. It quickly fills your mouth, making you almost orgasm on the spot.
His dick slides from your throat and softens in Diavolo's hand as he pumps it a few more times to empty his balls.
Your breath is heavy and unstable and your knees start to hurt but it's not an issue when it felt so good.
The king notices a drop of cum in the corner of your lips. He wipes it off with his thumb and smiles, lovingly looking down at you into your eyes.
– I'll have the bath be prepared again – he says softly. – And you'll be joining it.
Hello there! I couldn't help myself but to ask if you could maybe write a story about stargazing with mammon? ✨ it would truly be amazing if you could ♡
"Stargazing" Obey me! Mammon
☁ Thank you for your request ^^ This was literally the first time when I didn't write smut for an individual character... I had a hard time figuring out how to tell this story. I hope it's still to your liking even if I strayed from the idea a bit too much... :p
Mammon x gn!Reader
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"Y/N, I finally found you!" a familiar scream of enthusiasm fills the once quiet and peaceful planetarium you were gathering your thoughts in. "We're leavin' for dinner in ten minutes. Get your ass downstairs or Lucifer will be mad."
"Sure, give me just a moment."
It's hard to hide the grimace painted on your face as you raise yourself from the cold stone of the fountain located in the middle of the room. Every movement looks like put in slow motion; you've been frozen in one position for probably too long.
"Is somethin' wrong?" Mammon makes a few careful steps towards you. "Are ya fellin' sick?" he then asks politely, as if he encountered a wild animal and tried not to scare it away.
You fidged your fingers nervously, fighting yourself if you should open up and tell him about your worries or if you should stay silent and act like nothing's wrong. After all, he's just a friend; a friend who you were forced to make, no one but a housemate, really.
"I was just remembering..." you confess after a short consideration, "the human world," You turn over to Mammon with your whole body, suddenly feeling more energized but anxious at the same time. "It may seem out of the blue but I just looked at the sky and thought... it really doesn't differ too much from what I could observe from the window in my house. I do miss it sometimes," your voice undertoned so much that it's now drowning in the much louder noise caused by the squirting from the fountain water.
For the whole time, the demon didn't say a thing. He was listening carefully to all you had to throw out of yourself while making small steps in your direction.
He knows this feeling all too well. His and his brother's exclusion from the Celestial Realm caused his whole life to fall apart. At the time it seemed like a disaster, which drowned all his will to keep going. However, if that had never happened, would he be listening to your soothing voice every morning or have the opportunity to watch your beautiful face floodlit by the cold light of the moon, shining through the glass roof as he does right now?
"I'm sorry, that was unnecessary," you say quickly in defense, worried that you created a melancholic mood with your rambling but when you stand up and try to run past Mammon with your head down, he stops you by putting his arm around your waist and pinning you down to the cold, marble floor.
Your cheeks heat up and a blush sneaks onto them while he seems unfazed. You've never seen him so collected before. He pins you down by gripping your wrists but he soon lets go of them and lays beside you. Your confused gaze follows his every move until he raises his hand to point at the stars-scattered sky and says:
"Ya see this, Y/N? It's a constellation named Grus. Looks kinda like a crow, doesn't it?"
"Not really," you frown your forehead. "It's more like a goose to me."
"Oh, and what do ya know?!" the demon grunts with annoyance at your attempt to correct him. "And here's the little dog," he points at something again but he notices you visibly can't spot it so he cups your cheek with his hand and guides you. "Reminds me of Luke. And next to it is the big dog - Cerberus."
"You surely have your own way of interpreting things, Mammon," you chuckle under your nose. "But since when do you know so much about constellations? Did you swap minds with Belphie? Is this another curse?"
"What's that supposed to mean, huh?" He raises himself to his forearms and looks at you with a piercing, angry, but not threatening stare. "It's so hard to believe that The Great Mammon knows somethin'?"
A bubbly smile doesn't wash off your face. You gently grab Mammon's hand and squeeze it tightly, presumably sending a spark that travels all the way to his brain, because while he was calm just a second ago, now he's just a blushing and sweating mess.
The demon quickly glances at your hand holding his and immediately frees it from your grip as if it was burning his skin. He opens his mouth to say something, but you interrupt him.
"Either way, thank you, Mammon, for cheering me up."
"Where did that idiot wander off to?" you hear a muffled voice from the hall; a voice that means you're in big trouble.
"Shit, that's Lucifer!" Mammon whimpers in great fear of meeting a punishment. "We're late! Y/N get your ass up. I don't want to hang from the ceiling again..."
Hi! I was wondering if maybe you could make a masququerade themed story with possible smut. A Mammon x Fem reader
"Masquerade" Obey me! Mammon smut
☁ My tumblr broke for some reason so that's cool. Now I'm delayed on all of my requests... Anyways, thank you so much for this idea, it was a pleasure to write ^^
Mammon x fem!Reader (wears a dress)
tw: unprotected sex, quickie, exhibitionism, mentions of cum, dirty talk
+18, minors please don't interact with this post, thank you!
wc: 1450
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You've found yourself a comfortable spot where you could observe the party from a safe distance and where demons were less likely to come up to you and disturb you. You were hunched up by a pillar with one hand caressing its cold surface and the other one holding gracefully an almost empty glass of red liquor.
Obviously, there is one demon who's able to hunt you down in any given place, no matter how much you would want to avoid his loud and obnoxious presence.
"Y/N! There you are!" Mammon chirps happily from behind you, which makes you jump in surprise, resulting in you almost spilling the leftover demonus all over yourself.
"Mammon, you scared me to death," you say after turning around to face him.
You are both wearing masks but you couldn't mistake him for another demon as his was covered in pure gold with crow feathers sticking from its top and a delicately placed gem above his nose. Can't forget the widely open button-up shirt, exposing his chest that at this point became a signature of his style. Only the Avatar of Greed could be this extra.
"Are ya hidin'? Were those lower-class demons pickin' on you? 'Cause if yes, they sure have the nerve to bother The Great Mammon's human!" he gives you the talk completely unasked, but you appreciate it nonetheless because that unrealized overprotectiveness of his is what makes you smile so widely as you do right now.
"I was just enjoying some high-quality demonus. And speaking of which, you look like you've had quite enough of that."
You take a glance at his figure; he's standing proudly but without that pillar there he could be having a harder time. He's leaning against it, ogling your elegant dress with a corset that hugs your ribcage tightly, pushing your breasts slightly up.
"I just had a sip." His answer has little to do with the reality as he clearly had more than that. However, Mammon was always the type of demon that could handle his liquor.
The ball hosted by The Demon Prince was of a formal nature and the music represented that with its calm and classical tunes but now an even slower song came on, encouraging the quests to combine in pairs and slow dance with their mysterious, masked partners.
You look over at Mammon without any reason behind it. His thoughts seem to be chaotic because he immediately blushes when his eyes meet yours.
"Why are ya lookin' at me like that? It's not like I wanted to ask ya to dance with me or somethin' but if you want it so bad then I guess I can do a little favor for ya," he says in a rush and grabs your wrist to drag you behind him to the dance floor. Not a single word has fallen from your lips and yet he managed to come up with a justification to ask you to dance.
When you find an adequate spot to blend in with the other pairs, Mammon grabs you by the waist, his touch makes your heart skip a beat, and with his other hand, he guides your arm into the right position, gently holding your smaller in comparison palm. You hesitantly place your other hand on his broad shoulder, which for some reason makes him lose his composure.
It takes you a moment to match the rhythm but slowly your heels blend in with the music thanks to the demon's perfect lead. You're certain he could make anyone a dancer.
In this very moment, he's mature and sweet, presented to you in a completely different light. Your sight stays glued to his face, lid with the warmth of the candles, dreamily analyzing every detail of it, while he's averting your eyes, doing everything in his power to not look at you as he might not be able to handle it.
But he can't avoid you forever. He so desperately wants to gaze upon your beauty so he caves in. Your eyes met once again this evening but this time an unfamiliar spark ignites within your chests.
You didn't realize before how far you've drifted away from your previous spot on the dancefloor. You've left everyone behind and Mammon takes this chance to interlock your fingers together and drag you down a hallway, far from the other guests' vision.
The moment you're alone, he grabs your face in both hands, closes his eyes shut, and places his lips on yours, hungrily demanding access to your mouth so he can brush your tongue against his, at which you moan in surprise.
With his every step forward, you take one back, until you meet a hard surface, which turns out the be a huge, glass window to the royal garden. You reach for the red, velvet curtain, thinking it might help you keep your balance but Mammon steals it from your hand and with a swift move closes it behind your connected bodies, just barely hiding your presence.
"Do ya have any idea how hot you're lookin' in that dress and a mask on?" he mumbles while taking a short break from kissing you to catch his escaping breath. "You don't know how much I want to tear it off and fuck ya senseless."
Your knees feel weak upon hearing these words fall from his lips. Truthfully, you had no idea what was running through his mind when your bodies were brushing against one another during that romantic dance a minute ago, but now you begin to think that you shared a similar idea.
While your hands massage Mammon's shoulders in a heated makeout session, his are wandering around the hem of your dress, nervously trying to lift it up in order to free your legs from the fabric that's blocking the access to your underwear, which he so desperately wants off of you.
His palm sneaks under your thigh and lifts your leg so that you can wrap it around his hips. He helps you with the other one as well and now you're held only by the strength of your legs and his grip on your ass.
He carefully pushes your panties aside as far as he can and aligns himself with your hole. You can't help but press your pussy against the smooth tip of his penis, driving yourself mad with how badly you want to feel it stretch your walls and brush against your g-spot.
The demon penetrates you slowly, taking his time with you, getting drunk on the feeling of your warmth around his length. It fits perfectly like it was made for you.
"Mammon, someone might spot us," you moan, digging your nails into his blazer and scrunching up the fabric.
"Shh," he hushes you in a soft tone. "Don't worry about it and focus on me."
The first thrust almost sends you over the edge. You gasp and hide your burning red face in the crook of his neck that you roughly nib at, while he pushes his cock in and out of you at a slow pace, but it doesn't take long to make him forget about being gentle.
His hips start moving faster and faster and so is his chest. He struggles to catch a solid breath, forgetting that the air is necessary when the only thing on his mind right now is how good you feel and how even better it would be when you finally cum on his cock.
"Atta girl, ride it."
And so you wiggle, doing everything in your power to lead to your orgasm, which isn't a hard task given how absolutely smitten you're by each other. You can feel it getting closer with every horizontal movement of your lower half and each brush against your velvety walls. Not to mention Mammon's sweet moans, which ring nicely in your ear.
His throaty groans mix with high-pitched whines and in a moment your insides are filled with his white, thick cum. The sensation caused by his semen shooting from his tip quickly drives you to your own orgasm, which you try to soften by gripping his white strands of hair and by tugging at his clothes.
"Oh my god, you're so fuckin' tight when you're comin', holy shit!" he gibbers, pointing out how your pussy spasms around his length until you calm down and finally set your trembling feet on the ground. "Was that good, Y/N? Are ya able to come back to the main event?"
"Definitely not. Not with your cum running down my thighs," you answer calmly with a hint of mockery, while still holding onto the demon's shoulders for support.
"Yeah, right. Let's get you to The House of Lamentation then."
I can write for Obey me and Genshin Impact if you'd be interested in that. Request anything from fluff to angst, crack, or smut (with some exceptions like incest, probably vore and abuse). I'm looking forward to seeing what you want me to write! 🤗
Low-key need more admiral Leviathan, hell maybe even a monster Leviathan 😤 🤚
Imagine getting tail fucked by an angry admiral, how did he get angry? A little brat? 👀
"Any last words?" Obey me! The Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy Leviathan smut
☁ I have some requests pilled up and I just randomly decided to write out one so please don't feel discouraged when I don't get to yours >.<
Grand Admiral Leviathan x gn!Reader
tw: tail fucking, monster kink, light degradation, insults, mentions of cum, angry sex
+18, minors please don't interact with this post, thank you!
wc: 1k
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The crew feared him. There was nothing scarier than an angry admiral Leviathan, but not for you. In bed that was the most attractive, possible scenario.
The way his monster-like figure dominates above yours, much smaller in comparison, and given the fact that your hands are tied up in the front by his uniform's belt, makes you completely helpless.
As he undresses at the foot of the bed, you can take a really good look at his demon form; he's bigger than when he's not in it and broader at the shoulders, which are covered in lizard-like, purple scales that travel all the way down his arms, bringing your attention to his sharp claws. In just a moment these claws dig into the flesh of your legs when he spreads them apart like it was no big deal.
Another thing piques your interest; the scales do not cover his chest entirely but continue at his hips and abdomen, which draws your attention a little lower to his two long and curved cocks, also textured with little bulges.
"You had some nerve to act like that in front of me," he growls through clenched and shark-like teeth. "I bet you have demons lining up in front of your door when I'm away, huh? And to be so lovely-dovely with Mammon right before my fucking eyes! You did that just to piss me off, didn't you?"
You don't dare to say a word. The truth being, you haven't imagined it would make him so mad.
"Answer!" He slaps your face, forcing a surprised gasp out of you, to then grab and squeeze your cheeks with one hand, long claws digging into your skin.
"I wanted to tease you a little. I didn't mean to upset you," you barely cry out.
Levi let's go of you, tossing your head onto the mattress you like weight nothing.
"Well, you'll get what you deserve."
Just then you see a tail raising behind his back. It's smooth, covered in black and purple scales, and girthy at the base, successively getting thinner 'till it ends with a pointy tip.
Levithan leans forward, still keeping your knees nice and spread for easy access to your hole. But he doesn't pump one of his cocks like he usually does before forcing its way into your insides, which makes you anxious.
Instead, he wraps his tail around your ankle and maneuvers his way up to your inner thigh, until he reaches your most sensitive parts.
"Wai-" you begin to plead but you're interrupted by his tail brushing against your sex in order to spread your arousal all over it and then in the area of your hole, lubing it to make it less painful for when he forces his length inside.
"I wonder how far should I go," he whispers mischievously, while his hand moves slowly up your belly, marking how deep you can take him. "I doubt I can push it all the way in, but you're up for a little challenge, aren't you?" he coos and looks lovingly into your eyes, which somehow doesn't calm you down.
Either way, at this point you're unable to think rationally, you want him inside you. No matter if it's his cock, two, or his tail. You want to be absolutely corrupted by him. To feel him with every inch of your body.
You're like an open book to Levi when you kick your legs and arch your back, squirming from anticipation. He places his hand on the top of your knee to keep it still and the other wraps around one of his dicks.
His coated in your juices tail sneaks to your entrance like a snake, before slowly tearing you open. It gets thicker with every inch, but he makes sure to take his time, making it so much more pleasurable for you with how he brushes against your gummy walls.
It's a strange, unfamiliar feeling, however, that just turns you on more. The thrill of trying something new is going to make your orgasm approach rapidly.
For the whole process, you kept your eyes shut but you open them for just a mere moment. After your vision becomes less blurry, you can see Leviathan. With a hand on his cock, he pumps it to a sight of you, being fucked by his tail. He keeps his mouth agape in a silent moan, his brows frown, creating a small crease in the middle. Only with you, he's able to be so vulnerable.
The demon's tail starts going in and out of you at a much faster speed, each time thrusting a little deeper and stealing big chunks of air out of your lungs.
"I see that you're enjoying yourself. Watch out, you might get addicted... Fucking whore," Levi grunts above you, before leaning in closer to nibble at your shoulder in order to mark you with his sharp teeth. "None of my brothers would make you feel this good, so don't even dare get close to one of them. And that's a command from your admiral."
The title and the demanding tone of his voice make you clench around him, which forces a hiss out of him.
You want to throw your hands around him and scratch his back with the intention to relieve yourself but your wrists are still tied in front of you, so all that's left for you is digging your nails and pulling his belt that's wrapped around them.
With a few more thrusts and pokes aimed at your sweet spot, the knot in your stomach snaps fiercely. Your moans mix with Levi's low growls that fall close to your ear.
Levi's hand moves up and down his cock at an inhuman speed, bringing him to his own orgasm. Warm strings of cum coat your belly as you lay beneath him, trying to normalize your breath and pounding heart.
"See what happens when you make me angry?" he says while collecting himself. "Don't ever try that again or I won't be so gentle next time."
“I want him to know how hard I'm fucking you” Obey me! Belphegor smut
☁ Who would've thought that I write for Belphie one day? Not me
Belphegor x gn!Reader
tw: light degradation, mentions of cum, from behind
+18, minors please don’t interact with this post, thank you!
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There was something thrilling and exciting about being fucked in Lucifer's office… Especially, when he wasn't the one pistoning his cock into your slutty hole.
Belphie loved having you pushed up against the antique bookshelves with their edges stinging your back like a bunch of needles while he forced his length deeper inside of you or having you spread on a dark, wooden surface of Lucifer's desk.
You're bent over the piece of furniture, giving the youngest of the brothers a good view of your well-formed ass. He grabs your bottoms and takes them off with a swift move, which leaves you only in your underwear. He sneaks his hand under it and pulls it aside, making sure to squeeze the flesh of your butt while he's at it.
You try looking behind you but it clearly doesn't get Belphies approval because he forces your head to lay flat on your cheek with his palm. The cold desktop contrasts with the heat of your driven with lust body.
"Stay in your place," he growls, giving you an angry look.
You couldn't tell, if it was the ambiance of Lucifer's office that has always made him so moody or if it was just a sexual preference but Belphie was never gentle when it came to fucking you.
He wouldn't be careful while handling you and he would throw viperish comments but it wasn't like you didn't like it. You think it was just something you've quietly agreed on and there was no need to elaborate. Believe it or not, it had also shown how deeply you trust each other.
With one of his hands still underneath your underwear and on your ass, Belphie grabs his cock with the other one, giving it a couple of solid strokes before aligning it with your hole.
He makes sure you can feel the tip poking your entrance, making you want to finally feel him ravage your insides, but he's not giving you that just yet. He's a tease; of course, he would want to draw a couple of pathetic moans out of you beforehand.
"You look like you're about to burst into tears," you can imagine Belphie smiling from the sound of his voice alone. "Actually, that wouldn't be half bad," he adds shortly after.
You're struggling not to try and rub your butt against his crotch, your legs feel weak at the knees, they can barely hold your weight and it doesn't go unnoticed. The demon smirks.
"Oh my, that's pathetic," he throws before grabbing the fat on your hips, tightening his grip on it until his nails leave a red mark and holding your limp body up like a doll.
With a quick thrust, he forces his whole length inside you, making a high-pitched, surprised moan leave your mouth. You shut your eyes tight and clench your fists while his cock enters and leaves your hole over and over, molding it into its shape.
Every time Belphie's tip pokes at your g-spot and his balls slap against your ass, it makes it hard for you to catch a deep breath and he loves seeing you struggle. That's when he knows he's doing a good job.
"I want Lucifer to know how hard I'm fucking you, I want our sweat and cum to stain his paperwork and I want to see his bitter, annoying-ass face green with envy," he gibbers more to himself than to you.
The demon imposes a fast pace that makes you hold onto the edge of the desk that creaks with each rough thrust. He starts leaning forward subconsciously in order to sink into your hole even deeper. His weight pins you to the wooden surface, imprisoning you under his dominating figure.
Belphie's movements become uneven and rushed. He's desperately chasing his high, losing the rhythm but that isn't something that would get in the way of giving you an orgasm.
"'s good, so good…"
One more moan from you sends him over the edge. At the last moment, he pulls his cock out of your swollen hole, and while stroking his length, cums on your back.
"That's for sure gonna piss Lucifer off," he states proudly.
“Having fun with my favorite humans” Obey me! Asmo feat. Solomon smut
☁ So sorry that the breaks after each post are so long but sometimes I find it difficult to find the time to write >.< Anyways, of course, that time would come when I write them together <3
Asmodeus x gn!Reader x Solomon
Summary: Asmo's birthday is coming so he comes up with a genius idea; having a threesome with two of the best sorcerers from the human world
tw: threesome, mentions of cum, blowjob, handjob, nipple play, overstimulation
+18, minors please don’t interact with this post, thank you!
wc: 1060
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"A birthday present for me? Gosh, you're always so considerate, Y/N! It's so cute~" Asmo jumps with joy, rushing to wrap his arms around you in a tight hug. "Let's see... Oh, I've got an idea! Swing by my room later and you'll find out," he says with a mischievous smile, that tells you everything you need to know; he's plotting something and you're going to be involved.
After the sun has just set down, you come knocking at the demon's door and enter the room shortly after hearing a muffled "come in." The image before your eyes shocks you to put it lightly.
You've become a witness to a heated make-out session between Solomon and Asmodeus. The sorcerer topping him on the bed, with his knee between his legs, pulling his clothes faintly while forcing his tongue inside the other's mouth, much to his delight.
The two of them withdraw from each other upon hearing your surprised gasp.
"Welcome, Y/N," Solomon says with an unbothered, stoic tone.
"I'm sorry that we started without you, darling, but you took your sweet, sweet time," Asmo rushes towards you with his arms wide open to embrace you before he takes your hand and makes you follow him into his bedroom. "I thought, what's a better way to celebrate me than having some sexy time with my favorite humans? Aren't I a genius?"
"What do you say, Y/N? Is that alright with you?" You didn't even catch when Solomon sneaked up behind you, putting his hands on your waist and luring you to the bed.
Your heart skips a beat. A threesome with them sounds like a dream. Just imagining your naked bodies rubbing against each other makes your genitals react with excitement. But obviously, you had your doubts; it would be your first time taking part in such sexual activity.
"I guess, if it's for Asmo, I can't say no," you reply, making a huge grin appear on the demon's face.
And just like that, they get rid of your clothes before taking off their own. Following that, Asmo makes himself comfortable on the mattress, leaning against the tower of pillows behind him.
"Since he's the birthday demon, I say it's only fair that we give him all the attention tonight," Solomon proposes, giving you an encouraging smile. You nod in agreement.
You brush Asmo's thigh with just your fingertips, which gives him goosebumps, and make your way up to his crotch. He bites his lower lip when your hand wraps around his cock. It's long, not too thick with a plump, pinkish tip. You can't help but want to put it in your mouth.
But before you do that, you take a look at the sorcerer. He starts planting kisses on the demon's neck, biting and sucking on his skin, leaving beautiful marks all over it.
He travels down to his collarbone, which he also decorates with hickeys, and further 'till he reaches his smooth chest. Placing his index finger on one nipple, he begins to suck the other one. He wets and flickers it with his tongue, drawing a whine out of Asmo's throat.
"Solomon, who knew you were so submissive," he chuckles in between soft gasps and intertwines his fingers with his snowy-white strands of hair. The other man only hums at his waspish comment without giving it much thought.
You grow jealous of Solomon, seeing how Asmo reacts to his touch. His cock gets your full attention once again. You kiss its tip, the surface is so delicate and smooth, that you can't restrain yourself from brushing your lips suggestively against it.
Your actions don't go unnoticed as the demon lays his eyes upon you while pushing his hips to force his dick into your mouth. You take as much as you can and gag when his tip pokes at the back of your throat.
"Take it all in, sweetheart. I know you can," he coos while massaging your skull and non-aggressively pushing your head down onto his length.
Asmo can't hide how good you both make him feel, and he's not really trying to; moaning and fidgeting on the bed, messing up the sheets when you keep him in your throat long enough to make yourself drool intensely, and when Solomon's free hand slides down his body to play with his balls.
"More, more, more, please!" he whines desperately and with a smidge of dread, almost as if he's not begging but commanding you to babble your head on his cock even faster and use your tongue more energetically. Damn, at this point he probably wouldn't mind a little bit of torture. Anything, so he can have a fist-clenching, nails-digging orgasm and paint your throat white with his cum.
Your mouth makes a wet, naughty noise as it goes up and down, wrapped around Asmo's girth, which you suck and lick vigorously. Quiet moans fall from your lips. But your own body yearns to be touched. You rub your sex against the bedsheets in hope, that when you do a good job, it'll be your turn to be pleasured.
"Talk about submissive," Solomon smirks, after withdrawing from the demon's nipple to enjoy his fucked up expression; tears accumulating in the corners of his eyes, mouth open with his tongue sticking out of it. "Y/N, I think it's about time we let him cum."
The man positions himself next to you between Asmo's legs. His cock leaves your mouth with a wet string of saliva still connecting you before it eventually breaks.
You wrap your hand around his girth and sit on your heels, beginning to stroke it at a fast pace, while Solomon licks and sucks his balls, which makes his cock twitch uncontrollably.
"Yes, 's good, I can't..!" What leaves the demon's mouth right now is a non-coherent word stream interrupted with throaty moans.
When you both look up at him with those innocent eyes of yours, he snaps and his orgasm finally comes. His white, watery semen stains your still moving hand and the other's face.
You can hear Asmo trying to catch his breath that you two took away. A delighted smile doesn't wash off his face. Of course, that was just the beginning. After all, you didn't think that one orgasm would satisfy his unspeakably high libido, did you?
☁ Lucifer's outfit in this event is so good 😩 Sorry if the ending is awkward, it was really racking my brain how I should go about it. And just so we're clear: this is just a fake scenario! Please, don't take advantage of people like this...
Pirate Lucifer x gn!Reader
Summary: You get captured on captain Lucifer's ship but he gives you a chance to avoid the consequences.
tw: slight humiliation, a little degradation, riding, helping you masturbate, being tied down
+18, minors please don’t interact with this post, thank you!
wc: 1.3k
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"We spotted them sneaking around in the magazine. They put up quite a fight but we managed to pacify them. We leave the rest to your judgment, Lucifer," the one you believe to be Satan smoothly declaims his report in a stoic voice and exits the captain's cabin, leaving you two alone in a barely illuminated room.
How foolish you were thinking you could casually lurk around such a prominent crew's ship without being noticed. Now you're kneeling in front of the pirate's dominant figure with your hands tied behind your back and head looking down from indignity, waiting to hear your death sentence fall from his lips.
"You've got quite the nerve to do something so dangerous. I don't know if I should call you brave or utterly stupid," he raises his voice, which is echoing in an almost empty, wooden cabin. "What were you looking for? Treasure? Intel?... Me?" the last word Lucifer says while grabbing your chin in his two fingers and forcing you to look at him. His furiously red eyes pierce through you, burning a hole in your mind and making it hard to get rid of the image of his smirk out of it. "Many had tried to assassinate me but to no avail."
He withdraws from you, the heels of his boots click rhythmically while he walks to grab an elegant armchair and move it to face you. You carefully observe his every motion, looking for a window to take action and maybe even escape but for now, it seems like you have a low chance of succeeding.
The captain takes off his obnoxiously big, diligently embellished coat and hangs it on the backrest, then sits in the armchair with his legs frivolously crossed and head leaning against his fist. "Isn't he feeling a little too comfortable?" is what you thought.
"I have a bad habit of throwing those who get in my way overboard," he says casually, which makes it sound so much more horrific. Suddenly, you find your whole body shivering from fear. "But maybe there's something you could do to win me over. Come here," he invites you with a hand motion.
After a quick calculation, you come to the conclusion that being obedient is your best bet in this situation so you stand up and make a couple careful steps toward Lucifer. When you're just barely in his reach, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you onto his lap, making you gasp in surprise.
"Oh, someone's tense. Don't be. I'm sure you'll be enjoying yourself in just a minute," he speaks softly next to your ear while fidgeting your body on his muscular thigh. You can't deny that the weird sensation you feel when his leg pushes into your sensitive bits is making you all hot and bothered.
Being closer to him than before, you can smell his scent which consists mostly of sea salt, tobacco, and gunpowder. It irritates your nose but it's nothing less you would expect from a seasoned pirate such as himself.
But your careless thoughts get interrupted by Lucifer's hand sneaking around your waist to your leather belt which it skilfully makes come undone. You're barely able to process it when his fingers find their way under the waistband of your tightly-fitted pants. In a blink of an eye them, as well as your underwear, get thrown onto the floor, leaving your whole lower half exposed.
"Now ride," he commands in a raspy, low voice. You can't see his expression, as you're not facing him, but his tone alone is enough to make a shiver run down your spine and straight to your core.
Suddenly it doesn't matter that you've been taken captive by him. The defined muscles of his thigh that you can feel pressing onto your sex and the way he ever so slightly bounces you on his leg make you want to rub yourself against it. This feeling's so strong it's painful.
With your wrists still tied up behind your back, you grab Lucifer's thigh and hold onto it while you slowly start riding. It feels good so without a second thought, you fasten your pace.
You want more and more and more. You close your eyes shut and rub your sex firmly against the pirate's linen pants. Their slightly rough surface give you a tingly sensation.
"That's right. I didn't even have to convince you, that's how big of a slut you are," he lowly chuckles. It would be only natural to stand in your own defense but the sweet insults that fall from his lips excite you. "I thought you had a stronger personality but you were so easy to break... I noticed how you were looking at me, begging to be touched..."
As he mumbles sweet nothings into your ear, one of his hands pulls by the ropes tying your wrists, making your figure fall into his partly-exposed chest, while the other sneaks under your loose blouse. His fingertips brush delicately against your heated skin and slowly travel up to your nipples to twist and tug on them separately.
You rustle under Lucifer's touch, your chest is coming up and down at an uneven speed and your nails dig into his flesh. The long-awaited orgasm is just out of reach - building up but not quite enough for the knot in your lower stomach to untie.
You need him to touch you down there because you can't do it yourself, and he's well aware of it, as he's smirking mischievously, drinking up your despair. You're squirming, almost crying, desperately riding his thigh.
"My, my... What a burden you are," he sighs. "Guess I'll have to get my hands dirty then."
The pirate wraps his muscular arm around your waist, pressing it tightly to his own body. His fingertips caress your leg from the knee slowly up to your anticipating sex.
He draws a few pathetic whines out of you by hesitating to actually do what you want him to. You're bucking your hips in order to force him to continue.
"Captain..." this whispered under your breath title surprised not only the man holding you but also yourself. You feel embarrassed to be giving in so easily but your primal desires got the better of you and who are you to resist mother nature?
"Good grief," he shakes his head. "You've been so quiet all this time but now you've decided to speak? You must be really fucking desperate... It amuses me... Let's find out if that title sounds as sweet when you're cumming."
Lucifer starts playing with your covered in your own bodily fluids genitals, smearing them all over your sex and his fingers. You push your head back and lean it against his shoulder when he presses on your most sensitive spot, making you squirm.
You can't help but wiggle on his lap, so he has to pin you down with his arm that's still on your waist. You gasp and tremble as he pleases you and builds up your orgasm.
"Captain, I'm so close!" is all you can breathe out before your mind goes blank and you're creaming all over his fingers, whining and digging your nails into his thighs as if your life depends on it.
"That's right. Ride that high."
Lucifer plays with you just for a moment more so you can calm down and pull yourself together. The feeling of dizziness slowly washes off and you can think clearly again.
His one hand is placed on your hip, not letting you fall off his lap, while the other rest on your abdomen.
"You should be ashamed of yourself; cumming so quickly. And because of a stranger while we're at it," he clicks his tongue in disapproval. "Either way, I hope you still have it in you so that we can keep going," he adds briefly.
You turn back your head to stare at him with wide-open eyes, looking like you just saw a ghost.
"What? You didn't think that it was over, did you?"
"An angel and the devil" Obey me! x Genshin Impact Simeon and Kaeya smut
☁ The things I would let them do to me... I thought about how great these to would be together; Simeon scolding Kaeya when he's too mean to you 🥰 If you happen to like it, I might think about more crossovers in the future :))
(Don't take this really as a ship. I know how sensitive some people are about these things in the Genshin fandom)
Simeon x fem!Reader x Kaeya
tw: pwp, pet names, praise kink, teasing, double penetration, fingering
+18, minors please don't interact with this post, thank you!
wc: 1120
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How did you end up in this inconceivable situation? It all feels like a fever dream; you're sandwiched between their sculpted frames, Simeon is playing with your strands of hair, sitting you on his lap, while Kaeya plays with your dripping pussy.
His slim, skillful fingers are going in and out of it at an even pace, making a sloppy, arousing sound. He's curling them when you least expect it, forcing a surprised squeak out of your slightly parted lips as he hits that special spot.
While Simeon's left hand is occupied, curling your silky hair around its index finger, the other takes care of your right arm. His fingertips brush lightly against your skin, giving you goosebumps. Not only that but his soft lips plant gentle kisses on the nape of your exposed neck.
A really contrasting experience compared to what's happening between your shaky thighs.
"Does it feel good, angel? Do you like having him play with your clit with his thumb? Or would you rather have me do it?" the one behind you says in a flirtatious voice but not sounding filthy at all, which you can't say about the other man.
"Look at them trembling," he joins. "That's right, girl. Cum for me, cum on my fingers."
Their dirty talking alone could make you cream but adding to that having your cunt fingered by Kaeya, makes you dig your nails into his bicep and into Simeon's thigh while spasming excessively around the first one's digits.
"What a truly marvelous sight. It would be even better if you do it on my cock, so why won't we get to that?" Kaeya says with a devilish smile. "But first..." he pauses, "I have to do something about your filthy juices that I have on my fingers. I bet Simeon would like a taste, am I right?"
He reaches his right hand to him and puts his two digits into his mouth, brushing against his tongue. The brunet leans forward, pressing his chest into your back, and grabs Kaeya's wrist for stability. His muscle is wrapping around his fingers, swirling and cleaning them off.
"That's more like it. Now we can move on to the more fun stuff so don't be shy and turn around for me."
You obediently do as Kaeya says. Simeon helps you out to sit atop of him, his smooth hands guiding your hips down to the pinkish tip of his cock. He stretches you out nicely, your slick arousal makes it easy to take him all in.
Meanwhile, Kaeya positions himself behind you. His right hand is placed on your back, pressing on it, making you fall on the brunet's sculpted chest, while his left hand pumps his cock a couple times before sliding it into your tight pussy.
You gasp when another dick enters your hole, snuggling next to the other one. Both men aren't on the small side which makes it slightly painful but pleasurable nonetheless as you accommodate to the feeling by every moment.
"Kaeya, be gentler. They're facing a difficult task as it is, no need for you to make it worse," Simeon says, visibly worried by your state. He takes loose strands of hair from the front of your face and tugs them behind your ear with a comforting smile.
"It has to be a little rough," he defends himself as he slides his cock almost completely out of you. "If it's not, what's the fun of it?" he pushes it back inside, making you feel weak in your arms that are placed on both sides of the other man's body.
Then Kaeya begins to set the pace and as much as Simeon likes to think that he's collected and not driven by primal desires, he can't help but get jealous over you. He doesn't like the fact that someone else makes you close your eyes shut and moan so cutely, so he begins to push his hips upwards in order to make you feel good like that.
The two cocks brush against each other in your insides, stimulating both of your partners, and while Kaeya seems to somewhat keep his cool, Simeon absolutely loses himself to the pleasure.
His nails dig into the flesh of your ass, toes curl and his head's pushed back. He keeps his moans down, probably to compete with the blue-haired man, who's only letting out quiet grunts and low chuckles.
The brunet's pounding doesn't stop. Not even when he places his hand on the back of your head and pushes it down, connecting your lips. He's kissing sloppily and with visible desire - not something you would expect from someone as gentle as him.
Kaeya this act of Simeon's possessiveness takes as a challenge.
His arm wraps around you and pulls you away from his rival, pushing your back close to his chest. The same hand grabs your cheeks and squeezes them together, then guides your lips to his. His tongue quickly finds its way into your mouth and wraps around your own like a vine, making you shriek.
"I'm so close, angel... Are you as well?" Simeon puffs, trying desperately to get back your attention but you're not even able to respond thanks to Kaeya, who gives him a winning look paired with a devious smirk.
"Be a good girl and cum for us. We're getting a little impatient."
These words with an entwined pet name and whispered close to your ear make the knot inside you finally snap. Your walls clench harshly around your partner's dicks and the hands you had placed on Simeon's chest are digging into his skin, diffusing the feeling.
Both of them take their lengths out of your cunt and cum, painting your thighs, as well as their thighs, white with their semen. Some of Kaeya's load sprays your ass and lower back, much to his delight. The room fills with lewd moans and heavy pants.
You get off Simeon and lay next to him on the bed, trying to stabilize your breath. He manages to get down from his high and turn around to face you. His hand travels to push your hair from your forehead and rewards you with a loving smile.
You feel the mattress sink behind you, making you turn your head in that direction only to meet Kaeya's piercing, deep-blue eyes, and while you stare at each other, his hand gently traces your curves.
"You did such a good job, Y/N," Simeon speaks softly. "You too, Kaeya," he adds, seemingly forgetting about their rivarly.
The blue-haired one chuckles.
"I have to give you some credit likewise. I think the three of us could have a lot of fun together."
hiii, thinking about barbatos never being able to leave diavolo’s side as his most important butler/right hand and how when diavolo invites mc to get spicey at the castle in his bedroom, because of demons lack of human normalities and for safety, barbatos was in the room, watched mc and diavolo get it on 😳 maybe even getting turned on? maybe diavolo was extra loud to tease him? something along those lines! thanks!
"Just watch" Obey me! Diavolo and Barbatos smut
☁ Thank you so much for your request :* This is actually a super hot idea, I could rewrite and reimagine it a million times,,
Diavolo x gn!Reader x Barbatos
tw: pet names, slight humiliation, exhibitionism
+18, minors please don't interact with this post, thank you!
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You can feel his piercing gaze burn your skin and it's making you embarrassed how much you enjoy every second of it; your bare body exhibited for Barbatos, who's sitting quietly in the armchair in the corner of the bedroom, while his master fucks you stupid.
"Come on baby, make a cute face for him," Diavolo teases while cupping your chin in his hand and forcing you to make eye contact with his butler, who looks absolutely unbothered by all that's happening. Even his master's cock sliding in and out of your hole isn't enough to make him give in to his desires.
You had lost count of which round it is a long time ago and for the whole time you've been doing this, Barbatos hasn't moved even a little. Not one time did his hands travel down to his cock to stroke it and get off to the sight of his secretly beloved human getting absolutely railed by the prince. The only visible sign of his excitement is the bulge in his pants and a wet mark that his precum had left on them.
Diavolo's moans are loud; louder than usual, probably to draw any sort of reaction from the spectator but Barbatos isn't someone to discompose so easily.
To be fair, you're not quiet either. After all, Diavolo is playing with your sex while ruthlessly pounding into your fucked up hole, purposefully trying to overstimulate you. The bulge that's visible on your tummy every time his fat cock thrusts into you, makes the butler's eyebrow flinch and his dick twitch.
Diavolo slides his length out of you, grabs your small, compared to his, figure and throws you onto the bed so now you're sideways to Barbatos. The curve of your back and your raised-up butt are perfectly visible to him.
The prince cups your ass in his big hands and pushes his whole cock all at once back in, stealing a pitiful yelp out of your lips. He begins moving his hips, his muscles tensing, while he's pounding into you with a brutal force.
"That's right, pretty thing, give him a show," the demon sound almost sadistically with his low chuckle and a grin that's a mix of pain and pleasure. "Aren't they looking lovely, Barbatos?"
"They sure are, my lord," he responds obediently, his voice shaky and dry.
Your grip tightens on the sheets you're holding onto for dear life, tears accumulating in the corners of your eyes. And with those glossy orbs, you look back at Barbatos, as if you're begging him to take action; to come here and plant gentle kisses on your skin to ease you while Diavolo rearranges your insides from behind.
But none of that happens. He's a type of demon who puts his master's orders above everything else and until the prince says he can, he won't dare to step in.
"I've been fucking you for hours but you're still so tight, fuck! I wish you could feel it, Barbatos," Diavolo grunts, while squeezing the flesh of your ass, his eyes are closed shut and he slowly leans forward to hit the deepest parts of you with his dick.
Your breath becomes heavy and shallow, your tummy sinks in and walls clench around the demon's cock, signalizing your upcoming orgasm. You repeat Diavolo's and Barbatos' names in between high-pitched moans as if they are the only words left in your clouded with pleasure head.
"Yes, scream his name too," the prince breaths out, visibly enjoying this more than he should. "Cum for him, cum just like that.!"
The knot in your stomach snaps with one last, deep thrust and you come undone under the demon's overpowering figure. He takes his cock out of your hole and strokes it fast with his skillful hand in order to spray your back with his thick semen.
He opens his eyes slightly to take a peek at Barbatos with a satisfied grin. His forearms are still on the armchair, he didn't touch himself once but the way his chest goes up and down at a high speed and how wet one spot on his pants is, makes it hard to hide that masturbation wasn't necessary to make him cum.
Maybe next time Diavolo will ask him to join the fun?
☁ Did someone say there's not enough Mammon on this blog? This was supposed to be a headcanons list for all of the brothers and I might come back to this idea in the future, we will see.
Mammon x gn!Reader
tw: praise, good boy, handjob, wings play, overstimulation, orgasm denial, begging, a lot of cum, loud Mammon
+18, minors please don't interact with this post, thank you!
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It was usual for Mammon to turn into his demon form whenever he got excited, which was more often than not when he was gambling and winning a lot of Grimm. He shouted and jumped in excitement like a toddler, flapping his lowly-placed wings.
It was no different this time. He had just won a pretty sum in an online, gambling game which forced him to turn into his demon form and laugh like a maniac in his usual manner.
He had no idea you were behind him. You had just barely walked into the room after he didn't respond to any of your calls from behind the door, too fixated on getting his hands on that sweet money.
You reach out your hand with the intention to pat Mammon on the shoulder to get his attention but accidentally brush his wing with your soft fingertips when raising up your arm. The uncontrolled moan that escapes from his lips could wake up a whole graveyard of dead people.
The demon quickly turns back to check what just made him utter the most effeminate sound from his mouth. His face is bright red, surprised with his own reaction, and his eyes travel nervously to yours. You stand there like a stone statue, absolutely gobsmacked by what just happened.
What was shock before, turns into pure lust. What other inappropriate sounds can you draw out of that silly, little mouth of his? You immediately become curious and being the menace that you are, you can't just leave him be.
You push Mammon onto the bed, which sinks under his weight, and place your knee beside his leg, clinging on his shoulders for support. He falls behind onto his forearms.
Your hand travels quickly down his chest and abs to his abdomen. You unzip his pants in a flash and take out his hardening under your touch cock.
"Wha-what are you doin' Y/N? No, don't touch the-agh," he gets cut off by a moan that escapes from his lips when you give an unexpected stroke to his shaft. "Why would you do that all of a sudden?" His face is bright red but his expression shows how much he enjoys having his dick being played with. Not to mention the excessive amount of leaking precum from his pinky tip, that's smearing all over your fingers.
While stroking his length, you reach out for his bat-looking wings that shiver every time you touch his boner. Just a gentle brush against them is enough to make Mammon scream in pleasure and feel weak on his arms that he's supporting his weight on.
"Does it feel good? Do you like it when I touch them?" you ask but you clearly know the answer that is painted all over his flustered face.
"Nah, w-where did you get that from...?!" The fact that he desperately tries to deny it makes you only want to tease him more, so you begin to stroke his cock faster than you did before, while also playing with his wings. You brush their bones very gently with just your fingertips, which sends a shiver down the demon's spine, and scratch his back just between them.
"No! Not there! 's too good~" he whimpers in a raspy voice, his eyes rolling to the back of his head from the overstimulation. "I'm 'bout to come..." His jaw clenches.
Mammon's cock begins to twitch in your grasp and you can see his breath getting uneven. That's when you decide to stop what you've been doing, much to his surprise. He looks at your hand, which is now sitting stagnate at the base of his dick, and then back at you. His eyes are all teary, looking like they could burst into tears any second.
"Why did ya stop? I was so close... Please, Y/N, keep goin'."
"Hm, I'm not fully convinced yet. Should I?" you tease, of course wanting something for yourself from this situation. Not hearing him beg you for mercy would be such a waste, right?
"Please, please, please, Y/N, make me cum. I want it so bad, I'm dyin' over here! I'll do anything for ya, just keep goin'!" he whines, desperately bucking his hips into your fist.
A devilish smirk sneaks onto your face. When he's asking so nicely you can't deny his pleas, you just have to give your good boy what he wants, so you resume the energetic motions of your wrist and gentle scratches of the space between his wings that flap happily, creating a soft breeze.
"Ah~! Thank you, don't stop...!"
"That's right, good boy."
Mammon's lips curve into a smile and his legs begin to shiver when he feels his orgasm approaching. It hits him hard, making him let out loud moans and throaty yelps, while his thick semen coats your hand.
You let go of his cock and wings to let him come down from his high in peace, enjoying the view; his abs stained with his own, milky fluids, as well as his black pants and dick still twitching, getting rid of every last drop he had left.
You're pretty certain it won't be the last time you have fun like this.
