Men who would have such big cocks that would make you ride them and you can't even get it halfway in before your fucked outta your mind, small drops of your saliva drooling out your mouth as you beg him for help. His hands on your hips guiding you slowly and slowly as you fully take him in, big belly bulge immediately popping out of your stomach.
Men who have such big dicks that you make them hold your hands when you're riding them. Bouncing on his dick coated in your arousal, going on your own pace until you feel your legs go numb and the feeling of him filled in you was making you more cock drunk. You slowly got rid of his hands on your hips and instead hold his hands as support while you slowly bounce up and down on his cock until a white ring forms around his dick as he fills you up with his seed.
Asking them to participate in NNN! (nsfw)
incl: 7 demon brothers + barbatos & solomon
a/n: since November is basically over by the time I finally made this, who are we thinking definitely lost the challenge? cause I have ZERO faith in any of them.. .mammon def lost on day 1
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Mammon loves to give you random gifts, but on this particular day. His gift wasnt as.. sweet cute trinkets instead, its something far more special. (mammon x fem reader)
slighty NSFW! minors scroll down ⊹
Nicknames (doll, princess), shameless thoughts.
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reblogs, likes are appreciated! If you see any grammar mistakes, feel free to tell me <3
Mammon usually the type to spend his money on everything, including you. He loooves to watch how you smile turns so bright when he came home bringing a trinket that he thinks you would like.
“i love it so much, thank you!” you hum happily “aint much but its cute on ‘ya desk” he would always follow you around after bringing you gifts. Curious on where you would keep his gifts.
But sometimes, he couldn’t help himself but think about something he shouldn’t. As he walk past a lingerie store, he thinks about how it would look on you, how the colors makes your skin glow, how it clings to your curves… wait no?! what was he thinking about?! He shook his head abruptly, trying not to imagine things even further but.. he couldn’t. he really cant.
In fact, for the past few days.. he keeps on circling around the store. Eyeing on that specific lingerie that draws his attention. God.. she would look so good in them. Hell, even those workers might think he’s crazy. He’s trying so hard to convince himself that by buying you something like this will likely make you mad at him. However his body is moving before his mind could.
He went into the store, with a sudden movement and no greetings at all he pointed to that very specific lingerie. “this one” he murmured. He didn’t care about the price, his mind is already thinking about how this piece of fabric clung onto your curves. As much as he hates it, imagining that lingerie on you make his face flushed with unmistakable redness and his pants is tighter than usual.
He went home as fast as he could, without even greeting others he went straight into your room. With a firm knock he spoke “oi, got ya somethin.” his voice was strained, visibly trying to maintain his cool. As soon as you open the door, he particularly went inside the room. click the door was locked. He didn’t waste any seconds and handover the bag to your hand “try, i bought this specifically for you and i want to see how you would look on them” His tone was demanding, you can see his hands shaking a little as his eyes darts around the room.
When the bag landed on your hands, you read out the label. ‘sweet lingerie’ wait- lingerie?! your breathing hitched as your eyes widened in pure shock. “l-lingerie?! do you know what this is?! you want me to wear this and show it to you..?” You said with a bit of embarrassment in your tone. You never thought he would get you something like this, you never thought he wants to see you with this types of fabric. Your heart starts hammering and you dont know why but you felt a rush of heat on your body. Even your face was a shade of red that is hard to not notice.
Seeing you like this, all flustered and embarrassed.. mammon shouldve said sorry, he should’ve said that he wasnt thinking when he bought this but he knew damn well he wants to see you exactly like this. He sat on the edge of the bed confidently and with that annoying yet handsome smirk, he replied “of course i know what it is, i aint that dumb princess.”
When you pulled the lingerie out of the bag, it was unmistakably… revealing yet beautiful. You imagine yourself actually wearing it. About how its backless making your back exposed to the cold air, how your ass will wrapped so tightly on that fabric and how its physically covers almost nothing. Your mouth hangs open as you can physically feel the rush of heat down to your lower belly. You dont know why, but you felt… unmistakably warm.
Seing the reaction, mammon smirks even sharper “well?” his voice was rasp now as he tilts his head, teasing and waiting. “gonna stand there and look pretty,doll?”
He had given you a special gift, meant on for you. Now, it was the time to accept it and wear it exactly as he had insisted.
CW: Water sex, semi underwater sex, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, cum eating, implied round two
Word count: Roughly 1.8K
A/N: You and Levi went Snorkling, and well... Things escalated.
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There’s warmth along your back as the sun beats down on your skin. It’s a strange sensation because your front is cool from the seawater you’re floating on. Trying to keep from smiling and losing the seal on your mouthpiece as colorful fish dart to and fro just out of sight.
Just beside you in the water, Leviathan is floating. Well. He’s fully submerged, unlike you. Wearing the same style of mask, his hand is motioning to different parts along the reef. His voice is distorted through the water as he tells you what creatures he’s pointing out. Along with where he wants you to stay away from.
Not like you’re going to swim too far away from him with his tail coiled around your waist.
It’s been a fun date, swimming along the reef that marked the border of Diavolo’s private beach. Last time you had come with all the brothers and tried this same little adventure except… Mammon thought one of the fish was treasure.
It wasn’t.
As per usual things went off the rails.
So when Levi asked while his face was as red as a tomato, if you wanted to go again as just the two of you, of course you had said yes.
It was rare for him to step out of his comfort zone, and while you knew he was more at home in the water by nature, it was still him trying. You more than appreciated the effort.
So when you lifted your head up towards the sky, you couldn’t help but grin as soon as the snorkel was out of your mouth. “Levi this has been so fun!” Grabbing one of his hands the second his head breached the surface. “I wish today would never end.”
His cheeks are flushed, and if you hadn’t of grabbed his hand you were certain he’d be using it to hide his face. “With the way the fish kept swimming around you, it reminded me of ‘Reborn as a Siren, too bad I’m scared of the water’ when the main character-” You moved closer and kissed his lips to get him to stop before he went off on a tangent. You love his rants, but you know the two of you won’t have much longer before you have to leave.
You didn’t stay close for long, leaning back and hearing Levi let out one of his signature shocked whines. “Thank you for today Levi.” Lifting one of his hands to your lips and using them to ghost one of his fingers before kissing the first knuckle. “I had a lot of fun.” It’s kind of sweet to watch the flush spread to encompass his entire neck and upper chest along with his face.
Grinning as you released his hand and turned in the waves, preparing to swim back to shore. Only for his tail to wrap around you once more and tug you back towards him. “I… um… we…” You can feel the heat radiating from his face as he stammers right next to your ear. Him blurting something so quickly you couldn’t understand a single word.
“Slow down Levi!” Laughing as you try to turn to face him, finding it to be an impossible task with both of his arms wrapped around you from behind. “I can’t understand you.” Curling your back and tucking your legs up closer to your middle in the water.
“Have you ever…” He tries to slow down, only for his words to cause him to trail off and the warmth from his skin to grow more intense. “I mean…” A pressure against one of your shoulders as he tries to burrow his head into your neck. “We’re all alone here.”
“Yes.” You agree with a smaller laugh, hoping he doesn’t think it’s you teasing him. “Yes, we are.” Starting to get an inkling of what he’s implying.
“Can we…” He trails off, and based on the way his body has conformed to yours, you know you’re following the right train of thought.
Letting out a low hum before you try to tilt your head back. “Fuck?” Suppling the word and almost laughing when his whole body jerks.
“Why do you always say it like such a Normie?” There’s no bite to his words, but you can sense his eyes close as his eyelashes brush your skin.
“I don’t know.” You’re full on teasing him now. Lifting your hands higher in the water and dragging the tips of your fingers along his forearms. “Maybe because I can feel both of your cocks against my ass?” Another jolt, and you decide to give him some relief instead of making it worse. “So, are you thinking something like this out here in the wave, or against the beach?”
“Underwater.” It’s your turn to jolt this time. That was not an answer you were expecting.
“Levi, Sweetheart.” Biting your lip for a moment because you aren’t even sure how the mechanics would work in that case. “I can’t breathe underwater.”
“Do you think I’m that much of a failure as a boyfriend that I’d let you drown?”
“I didn’t mean it like that.” Slapping your fingers against his arm and splashing yourself with water by accident. “It’s a legitimate concern, and.” You let out a soft exhale. “I’m not sure how much I can participate.”
“Trust me?” Aware of his lips brushing the skin just below the shell of your ear.
“You know I do.”
“Then let me take the lead.” His tail loosens enough that with his help you’re able to spin around and face him. Sliding your arms around his neck as you let out a non-committal hum. “Two taps against my neck if you panic.” You nod, bringing up the fact you wouldn’t be able to talk underwater might just be adding more salt to the wound.
“Alright.” A brief kiss against his lips before you pull back to wink at him. “Show me what ya got, water boy.”
This time he closes the distance, pressure gentle against your lips as he moves in a way that has you relaxing against him. The tips of your fingers ghosting along his traps as you close your eyes. When Levi starts to grow a little more insistent, you part your lips, letting him deepen the kiss. Almost as soon as his tongue glides along the inside of your mouth, you can taste the salt, followed by the barest hint of lemon from the drinks the two of you had earlier.
Curling your tongue when you feel the edge of his tail trail along your thigh, almost perfectly in time with one of his hands sliding down your side. A soft sigh escapes you when his fingers start to rub at you through your swimsuit. He might be shy, but there’s no denying that his touch is the opposite. Each stroke is firm as his fingers fondle the soft skin that frames your slit, alternating the pressure at different points so every pass feels different.
“Feels like you’re the one teasing now.” Your voice catches partway through as you try to catch your breath. Keeping your eyes closed as Levi’s tail slowly slides under the material of your swimsuit. The fine scales gliding across your clit cause your muscles to tense, hips shifting when the fabric is pulled to the side, and his fingers start to touch you directly.
“I realized this part…” Trailing off as he flicks two of his fingers against your opening. “Doesn’t need to happen underwater.” Pushing both digits inside of your walls to the first knuckle, and you feel your neck arcing back ever so slightly. Allowing you a moment to enjoy the slight chill inside your walls before he starts to flutter the two digits, tapping the callused pads against the inner lining. Using each movement to ease just a bit more deeper, until he can work at a bundle of nerves just past the curve of your walls.
You let out a longer moan when he places more pressure. “Feels so good.” Licking your lips, just in time for a soft whine to follow your words. Leviathan has switched to spreading his fingers apart to scissor you open. Your head tilting forward, forehead landing against his cheek, eliciting a chuckle from the purple-haired demon.
His other hand sliding from your lower back upwards, squeezing the nape of your neck. “I need you to let go of me for a bit.” Spreading his fingers to grasp the back of your skull and pull your head back a little bit. Ghosting the tip of his nose along your cheekbone. You almost forgot your arms were around his neck.
Releasing your elbows that you had been holding, trailing your fingers along his shoulders, aware of the lines of lean muscle that were often hidden under his baggy clothes. Using the definition along his body like paths as you keep moving your hands until you run out of skin. “Should I be worried?” Your voice airy, aware of the way his own fingers haven’t stopped moving.
If you weren’t in the water, you can only imagine how loud the squelching between your thighs would be. “No.” A single word before starting to move his head down your body, lips licking and sucking at skin. It’s a different feeling, one that makes you swallow while your insides clench around his fingers. His tongue drawing symbols along your skin, heating up the area he passed instead of it cooling like it normally would in the air. Sucking on your chest long enough that you can’t help but drag your fingers through his floating hair. He keeps moving, stopping himself before he can leave bruises to reveal where he’s been along the parts of your body not covered by your swimsuit.
On his downward trek, you’re not surprised when he presses the briefest kiss against the outside of your thigh. The movement of his fingers slows until the heat between your legs grows more intense. His tail wraps around the meat of your thigh to help spread you wider, his tongue lapping at your folds in time to his fingers plunging in and out of your core. Controlled. Methodically.
Everything he does now is planned, to force your orgasm to build. The heat in your core spreading along your belly and rising higher. You want more. Need more. “Levi.” You’re glad no one is around to hear you whining his name at the top of your lungs. Panting now, as his starting to suck on your clit and his fingers move faster. Blinking rapidly as your insides spasm and your mouth hangs open. Vaguely aware of his fingers being removed, replaced by his tongue, his lapping at your twitching hole as if he doesn’t want your release spreading in the water around you.
You can feel yourself starting to sink lower into the water, fluid brushing across your lips as Levi disentangles from you to rise back to the surface. His arms curl around your back while he takes over to ensure that, in your current state, you don’t slip beneath the waves.
You can’t wait to see what he does next in the water if him eating you out was that good.
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Which Obey Me boys I think would have two 🍆🍆
Leviathan
Obvious and self explanatory. He represents a serpent after all. Need I say more? But don't stare too much, he might get shy. Or you can tease him a bit more until he snaps and rams both his cocks inside you. Even after he cums he won't be stopping anytime soon.
Diavolo
Diavolo's demon form makes me think of a dragon, a very powerful creature that suits his status as prince and the future king of the Devildom. No doubt he'd be packing two cocks and yes his balls are heavy af he has a need to breed and his favorite position is the mating press.
Barbatos
Genuinely my only reason is because of his split serpentine tail which makes me think he is snake-like in a way. I love to think he has two cocks. Imagine getting pleasured by both his split tail and cocks. What kind of butler would he be if he can't satisfy you?
I think all three of them would also have a long forked tongue. All the more pleasure. ♡
We all know beel is a massive eater who has to be pulled off that pussy. But imagine in reverse where you’re always trying to suck the soul out of him and he just can’t say no to you. He likes your gluttony and how cute your cheeks chub when they’re full of his fat dick. Of course he’s a gentleman and lets you control the pace, instead gently petting your hair. Sometimes he can’t help but rut his hips into your warm mouth but you force yourself all the way to the base so there wasn’t much of anywhere else to go… He still gently wipes away the tears and reassures you to take it slow. Obviously your gluttony rivals his and your determined to eat his cum. You swear it’s weirdly sweet and filling, like cinnamon roll frosting fresh from the oven. Seeing you indulge in his sin is what turns him on the most, even when he’s overstimulated and you’re still trying to suck out the last droplets like they’re stuck tapioca pearls in your milk tea straw. His hips are twitching, but when he hears you swallow all of it, he swears he gets hard again.
°•° Belphie got an idea to test your senses through the “guess who” game. Where you need to guess which one of them is where. But the game was too easy for you - Beel and Belphie had too many differences to be difficult to not guess.
•°•A/N: Ayo look what I found in my drafts! Some smut that just sat here waiting to be uploaded! Sorry about mistakes, it's not got no proofread. I'm freaky... I totally forgot I wrote it and there it is... Some freak ass fic... Sigh...
°•° Warnings:NSFW (oral sex - MC giving, blindfold, threesome)
Let's say Belphie didn't think about how different they are. Both him and his twin never thought ab
out it before, but today was the day they know that their bodies are too different. Even more than they thought.
Belphegor had an idea to test you. If you love them, you'll be able to tell everything about them, won't you? So you can have some fun before sleep.
Not telling you details he just asked if you're in the mood, and when you agreed, he talked about it with his twin. And Beelzebub, like always, would of course agree. It's with you and with his little brother. Or of course he wants to spend time with you. The problem was, what exactly that meant.
As soon as you entered their room, your eyes were forced to close. Material was wrapped around your head, making you unable to see. Without any problems you were lifted. You didn't know where exactly, but under you was something soft. Probably a pillow? It was for sure the floor. You could feel that by your feet that touched the rug.
The unzipping sound came to your ears. Then soft words. “MC, we want you to focus now.” Belphie said. His voice echoing, making you unable to know his position.
You knew what you signed for. No need to worry now.
“Who is that?” He said again, and right after that you felt something soft touch your lips. Soft but hard enough. Hot.
Ooh, you know exactly what that is. Your lips parted, allowing it to slip inside more, wetting with your saliva on your tongue. The temperature was rising, and the board tip made you open your mouth more and more, because it reached the end of your tongue. Then he moved away slowly, letting you do your job.
You circled your tongue on the shaft, feeling a few veins. Lean dick with broad tip. You used your hands to guide through it, feeling the texture. Reaching to his hips, where your hand was stopped. Right, if you touch their bodies it will be too easy to guess.
They stayed completely silent, making sure not to grunt or anything. One you have your mouth on for sure will feel the pleasure. So they worked hard to not make it easier for you.
Sucking on pulsating tip you could at least have some guess for the precum, but that's nothing to help you. This was really not allowing you to guess at all. Your only way was to feel the girth and length. Belphie is thinner but long. Beel is big in both…
There's a reason they don't allow you to go further. All you can do is nibble on their dicks. So you have to focus.
Your hand reached out to the side, like waiting for something to grab. To your relief they saw what you're doing, and moved a bit, letting you have your both hands on them. Two hard dicks heating up your fingers. They trembled and let out droplets or precum at your attention. You licked one you didn't have in your mouth yet. Swooping it inside quickly, testing the tip, almost analysing it too much.
You felt like some researcher examining cocks… but let the game go.
It was hard… no matter how different they were, it was a little harder. But one thing made you know instantly.
You pushed your head deeper on the length, gulping down, testing the feeling on your tongue. It was hot and heavy. Suffocating.
You moved your head to the second one, doing the same. This one has a broad tip, but the feeling wasn't so heavy. It wasn't so hot. But it was fitting perfectly.
Gagging a bit, you pulled away, jerking them off.
“Can I guess?” You asked, feeling victory smile appear.
“Already?” Beel asked.
“... Go ahead.” Belphie approved.
“This one…” you moved dick in your right hand. “It's Belphie.”
To make sure, you felt it one last time with one stroke.
“And this one is Beel.” You said confidently, feeling heaviness even without seeing it.
They didn't talk for a second, like they were contemplating what happened.
“Sigh… was that really so easy?” The younger twin said, defeated, like he wanted to do more to you.
“I'm surprised…” The older twin answered.
“You guys may be twins, but you're different.” You said, massaging them slowly. “And that's not the end, right?
Thinking about needy Mammon and how after class he wants to do nothing but lay in your bed, have you play with his hair while he relaxes between your legs, mumbling about how annoying the students at RAD are
Thinking about needy Mammon and how he sees you in the hall watching you walk to your room after showering and he thinks about how he hasn't been around you enough today so instead he needs to be in you "c'mon pretty haven't seen ya all day" he'd pout after you'd joke about how he should've said something before you showered "we'cn shower together after, I'll make sure y're all clean again after"
Thinking about needy Mammon and how when you finally give in, he's pouncing on you like an animal, stripping off the fresh clothes you've just put on, brushing your wet hair out of your face to kiss you till your lips are swollen
Thinking about needy Mammon and how he'd whimper into your neck as he dry humps you through his own clothes cause he's too impatient to strip himself
Thinking about needy Mammon and how he'd throw your legs over his shoulders and bite at your thighs before lapping his tongue back and forth against your entrance, his nose brushing against your clit with every movement
Thinking about needy Mammon and how he'd degrade you for coming undone so fast "such a whore huh? So greedy you didn't even let me in ya yet"
Thinking about needy Mammon and how when he finally does free himself from the fabric on his body he's thrusting into you at an unforgiving pace, not quite giving you time to adjust yet "c'mon human, you can take me" he'd smirk against your neck before leaving hickeys and bitemarks anywhere anyone can see
Thinking about needy Mammon and how he'd love pulling out almost completely before slamming back into you "my favorite cock warmer" he'd hum as he adjusts himself to go as deep as he can
first time writing in this type of rambling..thought dumping style..? what do we think? do we dig it?? it's kinda fun to do this and not like a full-on story :D
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He is currently suspended from upcoming events as they continue to investigate. Some changes will happen in current events that were or are about to take place.
Updates in schedule:
1. Anime NYC: no changes
2. Obey me! Boys Studio tour: Cancelled
3. Barbatos Bday merch and content: delayed by 1 week.
4. ASMR, Songs, Otaku FM: No changes
They say that they prioritize the community and they are continuing to investigate.
As they said: please act with kindness and consideration for one another. And especially for the victim, they have gone through enough please don't blame them or accuse them.
Asmodeus has nothing to do with his VA, he is a fictional character and could not do anything. If you can, try not to associate Ayme Miura with our beloved character who should not face any discrimination because of him.
Thank you everyone, please take care of yourself and I will do my best to report any further news.
Synopsis: when it comes to you, they truly embody the sin that they are the avatar of.
Content: obey me brothers x afab!fem!reader, semi public sex (Lucifer), oral (male and female receiving), Somnophilia (Belphie), fingering, slight choking (Satan), bit of a dom!reader (Asmo), shower sex (Beel), rough sex, pet names, i'm sorry if I forgot anything else
Lucifer
Befitting his title of the Avatar of Pride, Lucifer takes your pleasure seriously and relishes in the fact that nobody knows your body better than he does. He knows where you’re most sensitive and how to make you squirm. Most importantly, he takes pride in the fact that he can make you become putty with his fingertips.
This was torture. Lucifer knew it but that didn’t deter him from continuing his punishment with the straightest face as he talks with another RAD student. You on the other hand sat under the desk on your knees, out of sight, with his cock in your mouth.
His length twitches as your tongue traces up and down his shaft before the warmth of your mouth envelopes the sensitive head. Your jaw strains to accommodate his size, the masculine smell of him filling your nose. Tears prickle against your eyelashes as your hands rest on his thighs to take him deeper down your throat. You stifle a whimper, trying not to make too much noise so that the other student in the room wouldn’t become aware of such filthy actions going on with the student council vice president.
“Yes of course and what’s the earliest you could return those papers?” Lucifer asks in his usual calm tone. Under the table, his hands weave through your hair. He pulls you down making you gag on his length. You try to stifle your whimper, focusing on relaxing your throat to take him at the pace he set.
You shift uncomfortably, feeling your skin flush hot as you rub your legs together. To make matters worse, Lucifer pressed the sole of his polished dress shoes against your clothed pussy. Your breath hitched, and you can’t help the low whine that you prayed went unheard.
Lucifer pressed his shoe harder, intentionally rubbing against your needy clit. Your hips bucked, and you shamelessly ground against him in search of your release. When would the student leave?! You don’t know how much longer you could remain quiet, and you desperately wanted for you boyfriend to hurry up and fuck you.
Lucifer, though he didn’t show it, was amused by your antsyness. He intentionally dragged the conversation out, just to continue torturing you. But his own patience was wearing thin, and he knew he’d cum soon from the feeling of your mouth around him.
“Very well and can you make sure to run that by Lord Diavolo? Thank you. That will be all then.”
Once the door closed and the both of you were alone, Lucifer removed you from his cock leaving a string a saliva and pre cum. He yanked you to your feet and bent you over the desk, pushing a few of his papers to the floor including the documents that had just been dropped off.
“Such a naughty little thing aren’t you?” Lucifer asks, his breath fanning against the shell of your ear. He flicks up your skirt to pull down your panties which were soaked with your slick. He collects your essence on his fingers before bringing them to his mouth to taste. “Tell me, did you get aroused by what was supposed to be a punishment? It wasn’t meant to be enjoyable.”
“L-Lucifer please,” you whimper, fingers curling around the edge of the desk. “Been good for you. Need your cock.”
Lucifer scoffs, an amused smile tugging at his lips. He aligns his cock at your slick entrance, gripping your ass as he eases himself in. He bites his lip to stifle his groan. “Hell,” the demon swears. “I’m ashamed to admit that I don’t think I will last long. You feel like heaven and sin.”
“F-fuck me Lucifer,” you moan out as he presses himself deeper. Lucifer leans over your back, grabbing your chin to pull you into a heated kiss. His hips snap against yours, setting a relentless pace that makes the desk shake. He hisses as your walls convulse around him. Your knees go weak but you feel so deliciously full as Lucifer fucks into you.
“Only you can make me lose my composure like this, y/n.” Lucifer pants. “You should be proud knowing that you have such a powerful demon under your control. Tell me what it is you wish and it shall be my command.”
Mammon
When it comes to you, the Avatar of Greed is greedy in a number of ways. Primarily, he wants you all day every day. Doesn’t matter how. He can never get enough of you, and you often use that fact to your advantage.
“Eyes on me treasure," Mammon instructs. He spreads your legs open around his waist, wedging one finger into your cunt. Then a second is added, scissoring you slowly so that you feel the stretch of his fingers against your gummy walls. You whimper at the penetration. Your hips involuntarily buck against his hand, searching for more relief. Mammon chuckles. "So greedy, aren’t you? You're just sucking my fingers in."
His thumb circles your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. You clench around his fingers, body arching off the bed. “Fuck. Mammon please stop teasing me.”
The demon grins. “Whatever you wish, treasure.” With one hand on your hip for leverage, Mammon slowly pulls his fingers out of the warmth of your pussy before fucking them back in hard and deep.
Mammon holds you down by your thighs, keeping you from squirming and pulling away from his touch. His mouth captures yours roughly, swallowing down your moans. He bites down on your lower lip, kissing you with equal urgency and desperation.
His fingers press against your innermost walls making more sinful cries leave your lips, which sound heavenly to Mammon's ears. The squelching sound of your wetness each time he moves his fingers sent heat shooting through his body straight to his cock.
“Fucking hell. Just listen how wet you are for me. You're literally dripping. Don't worry. I'll reward your pretty pussy here soon. Just gotta make sure you're nice and ready for my cock."
Mammon presses right where he knows you to be the most sensitive and you’re coming undone at his touch. Your body bucks, eyes rolling back. Your abdomen tightens as waves of pressure course through your body like electricity leaving your legs trembling. A loud cry leaves your lips, and Mammon swears under his breath. You’re gushing all over his hand. The erotic sight has his cock straining against his pants, and fuck, he wish he had recorded that so he could use to jack off to later.
Licking his fingers clean, Mammon groans in delight at your taste. He wanted, no needed, to taste you more.
"Mammon, please," your soft whimpers pull him back to reality. "Wan' to feel you inside of me." Red dusts Mammon's cheeks before his signature grin spreads across his face.
"If my dear treasure is so needy, how could I possibly refuse." Finally releasing his cock from the confines of his boxers, Mammon could almost sigh in relief. His stiff erection oozes pre from the tip and twitches in his hand as he aligns himself at your entrance.
“Fuck treasure.” Mammon pushes your legs to your chest. You both moan as he eases his cock in. “You’re so damn addicting. I haven’t had my fill of your sweet pussy yet. So indulge my greediness for a bit.”
Leviathan
The third born is very needy, but at the same time, extremely shy about vocalizing his needs. It’s embarrassing, okay! Levi doesn’t like it when others have your attention, especially if it’s one of his brothers. If it were up to him, he’d keep you all to himself.
“S-sorry, but I just needed you so bad,” Leviathan apologizes by kissing your lips, making the quietest of whimpers leave your lips. “Please don’t leave me. Be good for you-“
“I’m not going anywhere, Levi,” you assure. “Okay?”
“Okay,” he exhales shakily.
Levi kisses you again, this time with more urgency. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him close as you lay back down into the bed. Levi trails kisses down the side of your neck, leaving love bites in their wake. His wandering hands tug at your shirt, exposing your breasts to the cool air. You let out a squeak when he bites down on your sensitive nipple. As Levi pressed against you, you could feel his arousal pressing against his pants.
You wrap your legs around his waist, grinding your hips up against his crotch. Levi let out a strangled groan. He presses his face into the crook of your neck to try to muffle the sounds as he ruts back against you.
“Hell. I need to cum so bad. Y/n~please.” Letting out a giggle, you help unbuckle his belt and loosen his trousers that he kicks away. You cup your hand over the bulge in his boxers, giving it a squeeze, grinning at Levi’s reaction. His body shudders, eyes scrunching shut. “Please. Don’t tease me.”
You give his cock a few languid strokes to get him fully hard. He twitched in your hand as you rub your thumb over the sensitive tip, precum beginning to leak out.
"A-ah...f-feels good..." Levi groans. Resting on his elbows, he presses his sweaty forehead against yours. It takes all his strength not to cum right there on the spot. He hikes your leg up around his waist and aligns his cock at your dripping entrance.
Leviathan slowly thrusts in, your wetness causing little resistance. You both groan at the feeling of him stretching you out. Your hips buck upwards, searching for more.
"L-Levi, t-there," you plea.
Levi groaned and picked up the pace. He couldn't get enough of the way you felt around him. The way your gummy walls would convulse with each snap of his hips. Your high pitched and needy moans for him and him alone nearly drove him over the edge.
Leviathan bites against your neck, pressing his cock as deep as he could, claiming every inch of you. “I’m envious of the other guys that hog all you attention,” he muttered. “Only look at me. You’re mine and mine only.”
Satan
Satan also detests when others take too much of your time, especially if it’s his brothers, namely Lucifer. However, rather than beg for attention, Satan punishes you for being a distraction in the first place. His anger sometimes results in a rougher sentence
“Keep quiet,” Satan commands, a sharp edge to his tone. “You wouldn’t want someone to walk in now, would you?”
With tears brimming your lashes, you quickly shake your head no and try to steady your breathing, bite back your moans. You and Satan were in the library. It was after hours, but there was still the possibility someone could walk in to the mortifying sight of Satan sitting on the couch, you on his lap, your underwear pulled down to your ankles and you sitting on his cock.
“Good,” the avatar of wrath said. “Now, tell me the answer to number five.”
You shakily hold up the workbook, trying to figure out the math problem for your homework. But you could hardly focus as your boyfriend shifted you on his lap, intentionally pressing you deeper. “I-it’s B. 43,” you eventually stammer out.
“Good,” Satan approves. “What about the next one?”
“It’s-“ your breath hitches as you feel his fluttering touch on your pussy. The pads of his fingers trace your clit in slow tantalizing circles that make your toes curl. You roll your hips, which Satan promptly stops with his other hand. There was a soft squeeze on your throat in warning.
“Don’t misbehave. Only good students get rewards. Now, tell me the answer.” Satan pinches your clit. You shakily exhale and say the answer. “Good, the next one.”
You were going to lose it. This was torture and you couldn’t tell if Satan was truly getting a kick out of your suffering or not. He wore an indifferent look while waiting for you to answer. But he was so hard. You were stretched full sitting on his engorged cock, the tip of his length rubbing against your walls with each subtle shift. Feeling him wasn’t enough though. You wanted-needed-him to move. However, Satan either had immense self control or was too prideful to break his composure.
“What’s the answer?” He asked again, rather impatiently.
“Tanie~” you whine. “I c-can’t-dunno. Please.” You try again to move your hips to be stopped again. A hand clamps around your throat.
“You’re pushing my patience. I’m not going to reward bad behavior. If you want my cock, then you will have to be good and work for it. I have no problem with leaving you here horny all night. However long it takes to finish your assignment. Now, finish the problem and I may be generous enough to let you take a break.”
You will yourself to focus. After a few excruciating seconds that felt like minutes, you tell Satan the answer, garnering a nod of approval.
“Now, was that so hard?” He taunts. Satan takes the workbook from you and throws it on the nearby table. Before you could gather your bearings, he pulls your legs to your chest. You gasp out as his cock hits deeper than before followed by subsequently rougher and faster thrusts that have you seeing stars.
“W-wait Tanie, fuck! I’m gonna cum,” you cry, keening against him, the coil in your stomach finally snapping. His veiny cock drags across your gummy walls, claiming every inch of you, until he’s cumming thick ropes of white.
Satan holds you close. His chest rises and falls in steady pants. “Let this be a reminder who you belong to. Next time, my wrath may not be so easily quelled.”
Asmodeus
As the avatar of lust, Asmodeus is no stranger in the bedroom. He’s adventurous and kinky. He likes to experiment and change things up from time to time, so you never know what experience you will get, only that it will end with you cumming.
"Come on," Asmodeus coos. “You can be a little rougher you know.” A flush of pink coats his cheeks as you pull on the choker around his throat. But paired with his cheesy grin, you knew he was enjoying whatever pain you inflicted. Not to mention his growing erection you felt from sitting on his lap.
“This isn’t supposed to be enjoyable, Asmo,” you try your best to sound stern.
“Awe but anything I do with you is enjoyable. No matter what it is.” He lets out a strangled moan when you tug the leash again, pulling him closer to you. His hands settle on your hips. Goosebumps prickle across your skin when he runs his fingers up and down your sides over your thighs and to your breast, mapping the shape of your curves and the feel of you. When he gets too handy, touching too close to your already dripping cunt, you yanked the collar to get him to stop.
“Bad, Asmo,” you chide. He whined, more so from frustration than annoyance. “If you want to touch me, then you have to make yourself cum first.”
“But it feels so much better when I cum with you,” Asmo protests. You knew it was just a bratty act, so you reiterated your demands, making him sigh playfully. “Fine. If I must.”
You sit back to watch Asmodeus release his dick from the lingerie he wore. His pretty cock was red at the tip, already weeping beads of pre cum. Cheeks flushed, Asmo begins moving his hand up and down the base of his shaft. His equally pretty moans fill the room, sending electricity through your core.
“Ah fuck feels good,” Asmo whimpers. His own hand didn’t nearly compare to yours but knowing that your watchful, hungry eyes, drunk in his every movement, fueled him to move his hand faster. To push himself over the edge. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m close. Ahh Y/n am I doing good? Being so good just for you.”
Tears prickled along his eyelashes. His abdomen constricted. The pressure of his release nearly boiled over.
“Stop.”
That singular word felt like ice all over him. Asmo’s hand stopped moving on its own, and he nearly cried in protest until you climbed on to his lap, pushing him back against the bed, and sank down on to his cock. You both moaned out as your pussy stretched around him.
“Ahh feels so good,” Asmodeus moans. “You know I can’t hide my most lustful desires around you. Our bodies fit so perfectly together. Don’t you think?”
Beelzebub
Beel's favorite thing to do (besides the obvious eating) is to eat you out. He often doesn't realize how over stimulated he leaves you until you're practically begging for him to stop. As he is the most fit out of all his brothers, his stamina is unmatched, and you best prepare yourself to go several rounds.
Beelzebub pins you up against the shower wall with ease. One of your legs wrap around his broad shoulder, the other held up by his rough palm to give him easy access to pussy. Muttering a low, "thank you for the meal," Beel attaches his mouth to your cunt, beginning to suck and eat you as if it were the last thing he'd get to taste.
"S-shit Beel, slow down!" Your head lulls back against the wall. The room fogs from the steam produced from the shower, and the intense heat of the water intensifies the tension between the two of you. You hips involuntarily buck up, but Beelzebub’s strong hold keeps you pinned and at his mercy.
“Can’t-“He’s messy, slurping at your folds trying not to waste a drop of your precious essence. “Taste too good-“ Beel mumbles, gripping your thighs tighter. As his tongue moves in and out of your folds at a rough pace, he buries his face deeper in between your legs, letting out a low groan. It’s almost as if he’s drunk. Your taste is so addicting he can’t thing of anything else but drinking you down.
“F-fuck Beel cuming,” you cry out. Your hands tangle themselves in Beelzebub’s hair, pulling the strands as you ground against his face. A throaty growl resounds from the back of his throat.
“H-hurts but so good.” Beel could feel the blood and heat racing toward his cock. He’s hard and he knows it, all just from tasting you. His balls ached for release, and his cock stiffened against his abdomen streaking beads of pearling pre cum across his skin.
Beel’s rougher, sucking on your sensitive clit and greedily tasting your sweet, addictive release. You feel your head spin as the overwhelming pleasure overloads your senses. Tears brim your lashes. Your back arches up, pressing yourself firmly against his face as you tug on his hair, making him groan. His cock twitches.
"Fuck, Beel, I'm close!" Your toes curl and the pressure coiling in your stomach snaps. Gasping out your boyfriend’s name, you cum a second time across his face before slumping back against the wall, begging him to give you a break. Reluctantly does he pull away, not before giving your pussy a sloppy kiss.
Beelzebub licks his lips, savoring the taste of you on them. "Sorry y/n, but you know how much of a glutton I am for your pussy. Won't you let me have another taste? I promise to make you feel good."
Belphegor
As the Avatar of Sloth, he often falls asleep during your intimate moments, so he gives you full permission to do whatever you want when he’s asleep. A lot of the times, Belphie thinks he’s dreaming and he won’t even stir until he’s on the brink of cuming
Belphegor dozed off while you were cuddling, making you giggle at how cute he looked, long lashes fluttered shut and comfortably surrounded by a mountain of pillows. You brush his cheek to move some stray hairs and he lets out the prettiest little whimper, but doesn’t rouse from his slumber. A mischievous smile then spreads across your face.
You discard your pajamas, leaving you in nothing but your underwear and pull the covers back. Belphegor stirs slightly from the loss of warmth. You sit on his lap, feeling that he already had a slight erection.
“What are you dreaming about, Belphie?” You coo. You rock your hips across his crotch, moaning softly.
Belphegor lets out a shaky sigh in his sleep, legs subconsciously spreading wider. His cock stiffens within his boxers, slowly stretching the fabric of his pajama pants the harder he becomes from your touch. He stirs slightly in his sleep, mumbling your name.
“Come on Belphie,” you moan. “I know you’re close.”
A gasp leaves the male’s lips. His hands settle on your hips and his eyes groggily flutter open. “Y-y/n-ah! S-shit!” Belphegor whines, hips bucking up in attempts to sheath his clothed cock in your pussy.
When the last bits of drowsiness finally subside, Belphegor sits up quickly. He takes you in, your naked form sitting so daintily on his lap…his lap. Noticing the large wet patch on his crotch, Belphegor’s face slowly turns red.
“S-so I wasn’t dreaming…”
You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. He swallows thickly as you press your breasts against his chest. “Care to tell me what you were dreaming of? Maybe we can make it reality.”
Belphegor grins, but his ears still had a bright red tinge. He then flips your positions so that you’re beneath him. “Well, for starters, we were more like this. And…then, I kissed you like this-“
The demon presses his lips against yours, first starting off gentle and sensual. Belphegor cups your jaw to deepen the kiss. Your run your fingers through his hair, tugging at his roots eliciting a groan.
“W-what’s next Belphie?” You ask breathlessly. Belphegor trailed kisses down your neck and the valley of your breasts. His eyes flickered dangerously with desire.
“I fill you with my cock and fuck you until the sun rises.”
You eagerly help Belphegor remove his pajama bottoms and boxers. He holds his stiff cock, still slick with his earlier release, and aligns himself with your entrance. Kissing you once more, Belphegor sheathes himself with a single thrust, setting a fast pace before you could fully adjust to his size.
“Mmph Belphie wait!” You whimper into the kiss. Belphegor hisses when you bite his lip. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him close. The tip of his cock kisses your inner walls making coils of pleasure constrict in your stomach.
Belphegor lets out a groan, his pace faltering slightly. “Fuck, y/n the things you do to me. You awaken something within me that not even the most slothful of demons could ignore. I’ve never wanted anything as bad as you.”
he's the avatar of pride, he wants to claim what's his as his
it's not even sexual sometimes, the time he spends marking you up much deeper and more intimate
sometimes he gets embarrassed when his brothers or Diavolo point out the dark spots all over your neck, sometimes he gets smug; it depends on his mood and who's teasing him
feels at ease whenever you show them off
receiving:
nowhere visible
he has a reputation to uphold after all
he does let you mark him if you want to, though
enjoys that you want to claim his body as yours
usually happens during sex/foreplay and he finds it very endearing
sometimes just looks at them in the mirror and feels loved
Mammon:
giving:
it just happens
wherever his lips are, hickeys are bound to happen
he's so greedy, he can't get enough and his lips translate that desperation into beautifully crimson marks on your skin
he fucking loves looking at them, feeling proud and accomplished and shy because he barely remembers making them
doesn't mind any teasing about them on you
receiving:
not the biggest fan but he just can't say no to you
so shy and red and embarrassed when you mark him up
he loves the way they look on him and sometimes finds himself tracing them and zoning out
they make him feel loved <3
almost drops dead from embarrassment when someone points them out on him
there is a small part of him that's proud of them though
Leviathan:
giving:
meh
he's way too insecure
constantly asks if he's doing it right and later complains that his hickeys have weird shapes and look off-
he's way way way too in his head about the whole thing
therefore hates when people see the hickeys on you because he believes everyone's judging his... hickey-skills
receiving:
so shy about it and so very squirmy when you mark him
almost passes when you mark his thighs
can not bear to look at them there, instantly and painfully turned on at the reminder of where your lips had previously been
kind of digs the look but doesn't like others pointing it out too much
so he prefers when your marks are someplace he can hide under clothes
Satan:
giving:
usually doesn't mean to mark you, it just happens
he's so into it, so into you, he barely registers the marks blooming along the trail his lips pursue
proud of them when he notices them afterward
kind of teases you about them but wears a small blush himself while doing so
for some reason, your hips are the part of your body that he marks the most
receiving:
craves them sometimes but doesn't know exactly why
doesn't like them too much up on his neck
the lower, the better, actually
likes especially when you take your time really claiming his body
his fav form of foreplay
secretly makes pics of the marks you leave on him and looks at them when he misses you
Asmodeus:
giving:
hickeys are like his fav thing ever
doesn't cover you in them, he thinks that looks tacky
just leaves maybe one or two small ones carefully placed on your neck
they usually don't happen in sexual contexts either, just during make-outs or cuddles
so so so proud of them and loves pointing them out in front of other people
receiving:
very particular with their placements
sometimes asks you to give him one because it matches his outfit
takes several pictures of especially cute hickey arrangements and posts them
will complain if you leave an "unaesthetic" hickey in the heat of the moment
loves loves loves when people point them out
Beelzebub:
giving:
another one where it happens without realizing
his mouth just gets too eager, too ravenous, too hungry sometimes
the type to apologize for them afterward
gets shy when he sees them on you but also can't quite take his eyes off of them
thinks they suit you, but he's not over the top into them
receiving:
indulges you if you really like them
but he doesn't have a particular preference
does enjoy how intimate he feels when you mark him up
thinks they look nice but again, not a necessary accessory
also doesn't mind if people point them out, very casual about it
Belphegor:
giving:
honestly too tiresome
tries it once or twice but quickly realizes they're not worth the trouble
likes how they look on you and places them on very obvious spots
proud when people point them out
might get over his laziness when he feels particularly jealous/possessive
receiving:
doesn't have a certain opinion on it
finds it slightly soothing when you take your time marking his body
doesn't enjoy it as foreplay too much, he's too impatient for that
it's better as a casual act of intimacy or as a part of aftercare affection
couldn't care less if others see them but enjoys looking at them himself
A/N: mmmm I love Obey Me, I wish I could write about it more! Thanks for the request! ❤︎ ya!
Lucifer ⌕
Normally he’s so serious. His chest puffed out and his head held high. But something about watching you squirm under him, hands tied next to your ears and legs draped over his shoulders, makes him go feral.
Barbatos ⌕
While Barbatos is technically on the bottom, looking up at you bouncing on him, he’ll never make you forget that he’s in charge. That subtle look glinting in his eye sends shivers down your spine, but he won’t let you come without any eye contact.
Diavolo ⌕
He’s absolutely crazy about you, despite being so busy. He loves to push your head further down his cock, watching you struggle to take 10 inches of pure, demon dick. Don’t tease him while he has visitors, though, cause he’ll make sure you never leave his office.
Leviathan ⌕
Despite normally being submissive, if you rile him up enough he absolutely destroy you. Pinned down, both cocks sliding in and out of your pussy and ass, while his tail gags you, keeping you quiet enough to not draw any attention.
Satan ⌕
His professional and put together personality is merely a facade, a mask that’s easy to break. Especially if you’re you. Most of the time he’ll lay you across his lap, hand clapping down on your ass repeatedly. Don’t worry, though, you’ll get a reward as soon as you’re good again.
