Side blog for @elsecrytt cause... elsecrytt,,, library,,, libracrytt,,, get it,,?
Tumblr doesn't have any kind of bookmarking system, and my main blog will obviously also include my own writing. I don't want to search through my own writing for delicious meals!! I cooked that meal! I want to eat someone else's cooking!
So this is where I'll reblog all the juicy juicy delicious tumblr posts that I never want to lose track of but cannot bookmark and don't want to sift through (and make other sift through) my own blog and my own work in order to find~
I tag all nsfw with #lemon and some inhuman stuff is tagged #monster as well as #soft yandere and probably eventually just normal #yandere when I get around to reblogging those ones.
Please be careful if you follow because I'm mostly tagging for my own ability to find this content again! Some warnings might be missing!
I don't think you can follow back but rest assured if you follow me on here ily and your glorious taste bestie and if I've reblogged something OF yours it means that lowkey I love your work and I would die for you
There are tons of skilled writers on tumblr and it blows me away every time. Very happy to be here,, and to have this blog where I can save all the JUICY JUICY BITS
Feel free to peruse I guess BECAUSE THESE ARE ALL ABSOLUTE BANGERS I LOVE THIS STUFF THERE ARE SO MANY AWESOME WRITERS HERE ON TUMBLR AAAAAAAA
Just spitballin here - I know you did write an ovi thing but if this isn't your vibe totally feel free to ignore - but,,, what if,,,, nagas who are cold-blooded but still need to keep their eggs warm during incubation?
Satan or Barbatos laying eggs in their den and normally they would bring fresh kills to keep them warm until they hatch, but then they find you, and they're not used to their prey speaking to them, bantering, bargaining,,,
You convince him that it would be wayyy more efficient to just bring you back alive and let you warm his eggs. After all, dead bodies cool off pretty quickly,,,
And then,,, they have to keep you clean and fed and perhaps keep you company (not because they're lonely or anything though), monster romance,, courting rituals,, and you know,, next time they lay eggs,,, why should they lay them on the ground when you're right there,,
Editor was very very happy to read this one. They love Ovipositing writing. Its like one of their favorite things out there. We even have some of Editor thoughts. "I like the way you think, brings many ideas to mind. Though, are you implying that the brothers lay eggs regardless of their fertilization, thus equating them to being similar to chickens? Theyād probably still bring back dead animals regardless of you being there as itās a food source and a source of warmth, youād mostly be taken back for the company as snakes/nagas are mostly solitary creatures. You being there creates possibility for fire and clothing/blankets from hides to further keep them and yourself warm. So many thoughts, glad you enjoyed the ovipositor content."
I've always held the idea that they need a few days of consistent warmth in order to start growing. If they don't they just remain plain unfertilized eggs.
Finding you was a real treat. You were warm enough they could get warmed up and ready for the day just by being next to you for the whole night. You're keeping them nice and warm. You'll do well to help warm their eggs too. True, a corpse loses its warmth quickly, and early winter was a good time to lay eggs because they'd hatch by mid spring so they could hatch in the bountiful months where prey is abundant. Your begging was a bit on the pathetic side, but you made the deal. You offered. But damn you, you're interesting to talk to. Not that they let you clue in on that too much. You were just supposed to be a useful tool for the colder months, when eggs are much harder to keep warm.
Barbatos would act very distant towards you while still making sure your well fed and clean. Being filled with eggs makes it hard to move, and he doesn't want you squishing them. Just sit down. But as you spend more time with him, he slowly opens up little by little the more time he spends, and you both slowly ask about each other and learn more. Soon he'll become even playful with taking care of you. He speaks in gentle words filled with warmth and it is much more casual and natural between you both now. He's glad he's made this deal, it was a win-win for you both after all. Ā I feel Barbatos' eggs would be much smaller and a deep black, and once laid, it takes only two days for them to be ready to hatch. They need to incubate for a long time.Ā
Satan would first be openly hostile towards you, not trusting you to move an inch. Stay put until told to. But when you finally reach for the first book of his while he's out hunting and he comes back, instead of getting mad, he drops everything and asks you how you like it. It was a good book, and you told him so, and soon he was curled up next to you, ranting about the characters in the book and even starting to read it aloud to you. He did voices for the characters too. Satan's eggs would have a black and greenish speckling to them, a dark emerald green. His eggs normally hatch a week or so after being laid, but incubation is a bit shorter. Ā Ā Ā
ovi loving friend <3 once i am comfortable flying my monsterfucker/ovi flag on main it is OVER for all of them!!!!!
i've written explicit ovi scenes before and i love them i am unfortunately. a massive egg slut. and i like my demons to be massive egg sluts too. WARM UP!!! THE OVIPOSITORS BOYS!!
i also stan diversity in these egg types. i know reptile eggs are actually kinda leathery almost and harden over time (thank you also snake discovery youtube channel for putting the word "gravid" permanently in my brain), so maybe like.
luci and mammon being bird types and satan, levi, and barbatos (maybe dia as well?) laying reptile kinds, and then beel and asmo might lay insect types.
and then mix and match for whatever kinds of needs the eggs have while incubating/who or what to be laid in/etc...
small??? dark opaque black boba eggs from barbatos??? it fits! and satan laying speckled black and green eggs,,, i can SEE IT,, the aesthetic~
insisting or threatening you to hold still,,, hhh,,, so hot. hold still while they provide for you and eventually talk to you and keep you company and see to your every whim,, hnnng~
satan getting excited over stories and doing voices for the characters is so cute too hehe. i bet. he would read stories out loud to his eggs before they hatch >.>
I know in the yandere Siren!Simeon headcanons his song doesn't work on darling... But what if it did? Not permanently, but just once? What would he do with that kind of power over darling now that he has it. Sfw, nsfw, or both. Up to you.
Yandere Siren Simeon's Siren Song works with GN-Reader SFW
Seeing his song in action
It had been a lovely afternoon, with your cute knees resting on his shoulders as he sat in the water, trailing his fingers up and down your calves as his tail lazily swished in the water. It was heaven, so wonderful that he couldnāt help the love song slipping past his lips. He felt you stiffen up, and when he turned, he saw that glazed look in your eyes.
He was confused at first, taking a moment to stare into your eyes before he finally recognized that look. He didnāt recognize it on your face, but like that? He felt bubbles in his stomach as his head was flooded with possibilities! Was this because of his love song?
He couldnāt hold back a smile as he took your inexpressive face into his hands. You look so angelic like this. He could get the most perfect look at your eyes, those beautiful unfocused orbs. Oh, how he wished to be immersed in the hues of your soul.
He continued to sing as he rubbed his chin. What would be the one thing he wanted from this scenario? The one thing he couldnāt get normally? And the idea floated into his skull. Get rid of everyone that could try to take you away! Friends? Family? All his worries about you being taken away from him would be no more and you could both live in complete peace, just like today.
His plans
He swims you to shore, having you sit on his stomach as he swims up to the old bank he had you on and playing with your fingers as he swims. Heās on cloud nine.
He helps you onto the shore and sings of the horrors he wants you to commit to everyone close to you. And you're not even aware of it. To you, it just feels like you are asleep. You donāt even see with your own eyes.
You're unaware of the blood on your hands as you walk under the starlit night with that love song echoing through your skull still. And when you return to Simeon, drenched in blood, heās smiling at you with arms open as you walk right into them, and just as he embraces you, the trance breaks.
Youāre not in the cave, and there's a sickening stench right in your nose, and the distinct sounds of police sirens are in the distance. Your heart sinks into your stomach as Simeon just smiles at you, patting your hair as he holds you tightly against him. He just tells you how proud he is of you and takes you home.
He never tells you what happened, but itās not too hard to piece together. And your hands still stink of iron no matter how often Simeon helps you wash them.
murdering your friends and family bc of simeon's siren song yesssSSS THAT'S THE TWISTED ROMANCE I LOVE TO SEEEE,,
its ok love ur handsome yandere merman is here to help u thru ur grief,,, simeon helping you wash your hands, probably with that gentle smile on that face,,, he's proud of you,, so touching, so beautiful <3
also hehehe i saw one of ya on this blog leaving a like on that reblog i made about not being a fan of masochist!readers,,, i knew there was a reason i ended up loving so much of the stuff on here :D
God Asmo is near into everything and would adore being pushed over the edge by MC, the only one to not immediately fall to his seductions. But Asmo can be patient, and oh man when MC starts directing the tentacle fucking the wait was wORTH IT. I feel like he would especially enjoy MC using the pact to tell him where to touch himself uwu.
You're so right, anon.
The moment MC takes control, Asmo finally gets to experience what it's like to be flesh, to be mortal. He's at their power and it's exciting because he doesn't know what they're going to do next. It's this uncertainty, this complete lack of control combined with the knowledge that everything he is and stands for and presides over is being used against him that really makes him melt.
MC controls his power, his breaking and warping of a reality like a puppet master, and yet there's never enough warning when he feels that staticburningicysmooth brush up against him. It's especially not enough when it starts opening him up and stroking him from within. He's practically sobbing after the first tentacle, but he's just so curious and willing and so he begs MC for more and who are they to say no? Asmo loses track of how many times he cums, something he normally keeps a mental scoreboard of. But numbers have no meaning here. Those tentacles press on every nerve and fill every crevice, and it's not long before Asmo just. breaks.
Every thought leaves his head and his life becomes nothing more than just MC and the way they move him and in him, the way they completely fill him. Words of worship and praise and begging for more barely make it out of his mouth, his jaw slack and his mind practically melting as MC just adds more and more of those tentacles. And when his mouth is just gaping open, panting harshly, well. It's practically an invitation.
NO YOUR SMUT IS GREAT JESS AND IT'S WORKING I VIBE I VIBE SO HARD ASMO'S GONNA CUM AGAIN -
kjdfhgf the lack of control, the "knowledge that everything he is...is being used against him", the MC being his puppet master,,, it is all top tier subby excited Asmo and it's cute!! VERY CUTE!!
slack jawed asmo,,, mild melted,, panting desperately,,, "the way they completely fill him" it'S GOOD JESS!!! IT'S HOT IT'S SPICY it's delicious asmo food and asmo's not even one of my normal faces! I still adore it!!! it makes him so appealing and sexy uwu~
Obey me pet au in which reader is set on making their boys truly happy!! She makes them laugh, gives them flowers, candy and gifts, lots of validating words and tender physical contact and even does things like giving them massages and pampering like that, that they would expect being on the receiving end of
Lucifer
The way you treat him feels either patronizing or like some kind of a trick. Lucifer knows that more is expected of him than what you let him get away with. You're gentle. You're forgiving of way too much. You treat him nicely, and every little moment of that makes him weaker. He's tired, tired of constantly fighting to be good enough, and just accepting what you're offering is so tempting it's pathetic. Despite that, he winds up attached to you to the point of seeking your praise and approval more than anything else.
Mammon
He's used to having to steal anything nice he'd get, so actively being spoiled is somewhere between uncomfortable and addicting. Mammon gets attached to your kindness so quickly it's sad. Even when he doesn't want to trust it, he's the one who leans into your touches and flutters his wings every time you praise him. He'll try his best to be good for you, and even though he's constantly slipping up and making mistakes, that effort never quits. You're so good to him that he wants to earn it.
Leviathan
It intimidates him, a lot. Leviathan is much more used to slipping under people's radar than being the focus of so much attention from someone. And even though he's always been jealous of the demons who get such nice things, actually experiencing it scares him. When you treat him so nicely, he gets overwhelmed and nervous, but it's still painfully obvious that he wants it more than anything. He'll hide his face from you and whine about how it's not fair, but your endless affection leaves him melting every time.
Satan
He doesn't trust it. Humans aren't like this. They're not so nice to demons, especially not ones with histories like his. Satan knows he's a constant risk to have around, so even though he wants to sink into this kindness and let himself be happy, for once, he also doesn't want to be the idiot who accepts it blindly. And yet, when you give him books, talk to him like he's a person, and treat him so gently, the weakest parts of him still wind up wanting more. You make him feel more wanted than the rest of the world ever has.
Asmodeus
All of the spoiling hits him hard. Attention is quite possibly the number one thing Asmodeus wants, so getting so much of it from his precious owner is overwhelming in the best of ways. And he's too needy to resist it, even when he knows it's not smart to accept it so openly. You wind up with a clingy mess of a demon who can't be away from you for a second, always hanging off your arm or begging to be petted. He wants your touch near-constantly, and every second he can have of your smile and loving praise.
Beelzebub
If you feed him, he'll love you with no hesitation. Beelzebub is open-hearted, almost too much for his own good. He doesn't think that you might hurt himā or at least, he doesn't let himself think it for long. And of course, he's so grateful for how you treat him that he'd do anything to show it. Even though he's too big and too clumsy and too rough, he does his best to be sweet and good for you. And every time you let him know he's doing things right, for once, Beelzebub comes to adore you more than ever.
Belphegor
He starts out as a horrible brat, resisting your attempts to be kind to him at every turn. And it's because he doesn't trust it. Belphegor doesn't believe that humans can actually be like this. So even when he wants so, so badly to let this one good thing happen, he's too scared of it ending to allow himself to trust. But little by little, he caves. You're so sweet to him that even his highest levels of bitterness and resentment can't win. Reluctantly, he winds up opening up to you just a little bit... and not hating it.
Can we please have yandere gorgon Asmodeus hcs with GN reader? both sfw and nsfw if thatās ok?
šGorgon Asmodeusš as a yandere with GN-Reader SFW with NSFW undercut
Appearance
Instead of legs, his lower body is that of a thin yet long snake. Itās more narrow than his shoulders and looks a bit too thin. He curls his tail around himself a lot. His scales are a flamingo pink, and the edges around them are a watermelon pink color. His underbelly is an off-white cream.
Leading up to his stomach are small patches of pink scales going up his small stomach paired with a rose gold and rose quartz studded snake belly button piercing.
His hands are slender but are tipped with long claws that resemble snake fangs, and his fingertips look like theyāve been dipped in a black dye. He has a few rose gold rings with delicate chains, as well as a finger guard on his pinky.
His head is littered with snakes, the ones closer to his face a few inches longer, and each one has an almost terrifyingly beautiful set of large jewel-like eyes, the same color as his own.
His eyes are that of a pit viper, sharp and dangerous, and have a ring of pink scales on the lower eyelid, giving him what looks like bright pink eyeliner. His mouth is full of sharp teeth, with the canines being large flexible fangs and a large forked tongue capable of stretching to eight inches.
Reptilian life and petrifying eyes
He starts his mornings by basking under a warm lamp as he gets ready. Heās a bit sluggish after waking up. Even if he heats his bed, he needs a nice light on him to feel fully awake and bubbly.
Every few weeks, his fangs grow a new set, and itās a painful process for him. Sometimes it's so painful for him that he has to rip out the old pair. But he often gives his old fangs out like treasures after a quest. He thinks of them as rewards no matter how much his brothers tell him they're not.
He has to be careful to not meet others' eyes. If he does, they can freeze up. They don't turn to stone, but they're paralyzed for a long time. He wears sunglasses to dampen the effect if he does end up looking them in their eyes accidentally, but complains about them and how he wishes he could just look at people in the eyes, his are too beautiful to cover up.
His venom is deadly by clotting the blood. He never uses it and even milks his own venom out so he doesn't have to worry about killing his partners when he goes for a playful nip. Although he does use his venom to make blood jelly desserts for himself.
His snake hair has a mind of its own, but they're extremely sensitive to his emotions; they're dead giveaways to how he's feeling, much like a dog's tail. He often pets them to get them back to the style he likes, and he spends a lot of time grooming them and even praising them.
Spending time with you
He was excited to have fun playing like you. A tiny human in the snake pit of scary monsters whose simple gaze could freeze them and maybe even eat them? He doesn't eat humans and finds the idea a bit barbaric, but he liked to tease you with that for a while after you first met.
After a bit, he started to get attached, heavily clinging onto you. Your warmth was perfect. The number of times he would cling to you and rub himself all over you is uncountable now. He did it so frequently that you stopped bothering to count after a day. He tried to hold on constantly with no breaks. Emphasis on tried.
When he's bored heāll trail behind you like a puppy, until he sees something that interests him, then heāll drag you around. He'll take you on small trips if you let him, though if you let him get away with it too often the quantity of trips starts getting excessive. Heāll play with your hair while heās behind you, running his hands through it and even styling it with random things he has on hand.
He very often invites you to his room, offering to pamper you with all kinds of things as well as offering his private bath and heated bed, and that heated bed is extremely comfortable, especially on cold nights.
Dark tendencies
He doesnāt mind you getting attention; heās really happy to see people love and adore you like they do him. But heās extremely possessive of your hair. He gets livid when people want to touch your hair. His snakes will start hissing and even their scales raise a bit, as heāll come over and violently rip them off you. He picks you up and fixes it himself, even if you struggle against him. He doesnāt want anyone elseās hands in or on your hair besides him.
But if flirting gets too far and they repeatedly do it, his thoughts turn dark and messy, like a scribble on a page. Itās not fun when they push you and him too far. It gets worse if you come to him with worry or, God help them, upset with tears in your eyes.
Heāll promise you that youāll never have to worry about them again, and as soon as you fall asleep, heās almost rabid with a bloodlust. Heāll find them and have the worst punishment in store for them, but if they made you cry, itās over for them. In the morning, youāll see Asmodeus enjoying some new blood pudding with a sweet grin on his face as he comes and wraps himself around you in a hug youād expect to be warmer after sleeping in his bed.
When following you around, heās swelling with pride. Heās claimed you without you knowing, and you're walking around with his scent all over while heās right behind you. It's a wonderful feeling to know that most people are envious but are too afraid to try. They want to be you so badly, and he finds that so funny. Donāt worry, heāll pick you every time, without a doubt.
At home, he might slither around you like a boa constrictor as he lovingly rubs his hands all over you, kneading the flesh of your body so soothingly that it gives you goosebumps, and he slowly works it into a message as you relax in his grip. Heās beaming as he feels you relax. Soon heās working his way to your ass and sex, and he loves the little jolt your body gives him every time.
Heāll want to kiss you. He loves the taste of your lips and his feather light tongue licks your lips before he kisses you again and again. He just wants to kiss, love, and even worship that soft human body of yours. Just make sure to give him a little praise and thanks back. If you do that, heāll give you a special treatment as he lubes your entrance. Even his snakes swirl around on his head in delight and excitement.
Sex
Asmodeus has twin dicks, both pale pink with spines and ridges all over them. They're both quite long as well, so while he's proud of them, he's extremely careful with you as well, and he picks up on your limits almost instantly.
He enjoys making you tremble by rubbing his dicks between your thighs and against your sex. The spines feel strangely nice and he moves in just the right way to make you lose your mind already.
He'll push in when you beg for it, or yank him down and tell him what to do. Once you do, he's smiling with a cute smile before pushing in as much as you can take, only giving you a moment or so before fucking you like a pornstar.
He knows every good spot you have and abuses them as his tail wraps around you, moving you himself if he has to. Just give him some cute noises and twitches if you can. That devilish tongue of his is gliding up and down your body, smelling and tasting you as he fucks you into a limp mess.
He'll pull out if you can't take both at the same time and push only the small heads in to cum inside you. Or he might angle one so his cum covers your stomach. He doesn't like the idea of wasting cum without having you stuffed with it. But you look extra good having your cute navel covered in it.
Aftercare
He's quick and efficient at cleaning you up. He's done this countless times before, so it's become second nature to wipe you up after a messy night, but he makes sure to offer you his private bath; he'd love to wash your hair after that, absolutely loving the texture of it.
He's extremely clingy after that as well. If the tip of his tail isn't wrapped around you, the snakes on his head are all reaching out to you. They love getting a pet after, and it makes Asmodeus feel good too.
He won't stop clinging even if you ask him. He just loves you too much. You're the only person who he wants to coddle, curl, and sleep with afterward.
hehe he gives out his old fangs as gifts,,, so romantic~ love clingy affectionate asmo who always wants to be with you and touch you,, and pamper,,, uwu
asmo being possessive of your hair specifically??? absolutely fantastic, i love,
When you were younger, especially. As a kid, thereād been plenty of scraped knees, bloody noses, knuckles split open on rough pavement and ankles scratched raw on rocks and concrete. As you got older, as you learned to wash knives without cutting your fingertips, as you began to see to a connection between reckless behavior and empty band-aid wrappers, you tried to be more careful, to be more wary of sharp corners and jagged edges, but there were still accidents, and you seemed to attract misfortune like honey drew in flies ā slowly, but steadily enough to make the pattern recognizable. In high school, you were had enough of a reputation to earn a few discreet glances every time you were forced to handle fragile beakers in chemistry. Your first roommate put you on an impractical but well-justified ban from using glassware without supervision. You still held your breath whenever you held a needle or let yourself get a little too close to something with a point, but you were getting better. You were learning how to keep your distance.
Even in the Devildom, where demons took joy in trying to tear each other apart and strength was determined by how many of your enemies you could cut down before someone stronger came along to cut down you, you managed to keep yourself relatively far from the bloodshed. Someone was always there to warn you, to help you ā Asmo, draping an arm over your shoulders and leading you in the opposite direction with a few sweet words and a condescending smile, or Mammon, with your hand in his and a laundry list of excuses as he guided you around what he knew you didnāt want to see. The brothers were careful with you, if not a little patronizing, but you didnāt mind. You didnāt like blood. Youād seen plenty of it. If you could avoid it, you wanted to, and the brothers respected that.
Or, most of the brothers respected that, rather.
Satan mustāve changed his mind.
Youād never seen this much of it. It was everywhere, on everything, pooling on the floor, splattered across the nearest wall, dripping from the ceiling and onto Satanās back, his shoulders, not that he noticed, not that he cared. He was already covered with it, his hands coated in crimson up the wrist, his black button-up dyed a shade darker by specks of gore and viscera whittled loose by curved talons and methodically applied brute force. Heād been working with a whip, earlier, short and barbed with iron thorns, but heād long-since traded it out for something more precise, something more direct; a knife, one his favorites, one you recognized. He usually kept it in his room, in its own case, close enough to take up whenever you were lying on his bed and said something he decided he didnāt like. Heād never used it, not beyond dragging the flat of the blade over your chest, muttering something low and dark that youād brush off with a slight laugh and a kiss to his cheek, and youād never thought he would. You hadnāt realized heād actually been capable of something soā
Something so monstrous.
You felt stupid, letting yourself think it in as many words.
He was driving it down, again, stabbing the point into the back of a lesser demon you didnāt know, one you couldnāt name. The skin was already gone, carefully flayed and torn until nothing more remained, allowing him to pierce muscle directly, to hack through tendons and ligaments and whatever else threatened to get in the way of his brutal march towards a destination you couldnāt see. Thereād been screaming, at first, blood-curdling and impossible to block out, but itād stopped minutes ago, been swapped out for cracked sobs and whimpered moans, both so quiet and so breathy, you wouldnāt have been surprised if it turned out to be nothing at all, little more than the air escaping from the body.
A small, selfish part of you was grateful for it, thankful for the near silence, for the fact that if you focused on something else, on the sound of distant footsteps echoing down from the floor above and your own rapid heartbeat, you could pretend you didnāt hear anything at all. The rest of you couldnāt stop hearing the wet drawl of his knife, the hollow slick of blood against metal, and mourned the loss of anything louder, anything less sickening that mightāve covered it up.
Without warning, he drew back, dropping his knife and letting it clatter against the stone floor. You tried not to react, not to spur him on with disgust or revulsion or any type of hint that his gruesome exhibition mightāve had any effect on you, but the air hitched in your throat as he took the limp demon in his hands, unceremoniously turning them onto their back before grabbing what scraps were left of their collar, jerking them upward. He took a long second to inspect his work before releasing them, letting the demon crash onto the bloody metal slab before falling to the floor, completely limp, completely motionless.
Something sharp and cold shot down the length of your spine as he laughed, the noise throaty, deep, unabashed. āPathetic,ā He muttered, running his hand through his hair, leaving pale gold streaked with crimson. āThe bastardās already dead. And I was going to let them live, too, if they hadnāt been so damn weak.ā
He sighed, shaking his head. Then, his eyes flickered towards you, a ghost of a smile quickly replacing his scowl. āCome here, kitten. You don't have to hide.ā
You hesitated, opening your mouth before closing it, again. You tried to look anywhere else, at anything else, but your gaze fell back to the body ā to the corpse, eyes still wide, lips slightly parted. They were still wearing their uniform. āI donātā¦ IāI canātāā
āKitten.ā Youād always hated that petname. You hated the way it sounded when he said it, how harsh his affection was. You hated that he thought he deserved to call you by a petname at all, and you hated yourself for responding to it so quickly, your eyes snapping towards him, your entire body going rigid as soon as he raised his voice. āI want you to come here. Now. Donāt make me repeat myself again.ā
You didnāt. Slowly, shakily, you forced yourself to stand up, keeping your back pressed against the cool wall for as long as you possibly could before taking a hesitant step towards him.
Your legs felt weak. You felt weak, numb, your mind a vague mix of fog and static, panicked thoughts left to swirl to the point of total incoherence. He didnāt rush you along, didnāt drag you forward. He only stood where he was, watching you, a loose grin now blatantly painted across his lips. When you reached him, he looked over you before raising a hand, cupping your chin and smearing red across your skin. You cringed, but he didnāt seem to care. He didnāt stop.
The smell was awful, fresh and metallic, copper hanging like smoke in the air. Itād been bad enough in your corner, as far away from Satan as you possibly couldāve been; by his side, barely armās length away from the body, it was nearly overwhelming, nearly suffocating. Your head hurt, and your lungs ached, and your vision flickered black around the edges as something inside of you cracked and your knees gave out.
You started to collapse, but Satan caught you easily, wrapping an arm around your waist and dragging you into his chest. He laughed, again, the sound throatier this time, breathier. He already seemed more relaxed, his bloodthirst slightly dampened and his appetite for carnage partially fulfilled. You couldnāt be surprised. He was a being of wrath, of rage, of anger and fury and retribution rained down upon the innocence. It made sense that this - a dark room in a damp dungeon inhabited solely by a rotting corpse, a captive voyeur, and a collection of his favorite tools ā would be his natural element, the environment wherein he felt the most himself.
āPoor little thing.ā Smooth, silky, slow. Nails on a chalkboard, teeth grinding on metal, everything terrible and horrible and tortuous. You wanted to curl into yourself, to lie down on the floor and shrink into nothing, He was still touching you, the pad of his thumb tracing over your cheek, the point of his nail coming dangerously close to the bottom of your eye. āI forget how delicate you are, sometimes. A few drops of blood and youāre struggling to stay on your feet.ā
A few drops. A few drops. You were standing in it, now, the puddle slowly growing, creeping around your shoes, spreading out from its point of origin. You could imagine it filling the room, drowning you, choking the air from your lungs and the life from your chest, but Satan didnāt seem to hold similar concerns. He was already dipping lower, burying his face in the crook of your neck, nipping at your throat as he groped at your waist, then your hips, then your thighs, when his concentration strayed and the veil over his intentions few ever thinner.
His fangs dug into your throat, and you reacted reflexively, grabbing his shoulders and shoving him away. You couldnāt move him, couldnāt even start to put up a meaningful fight, but it was distracting enough to get his attention, to get him to draw back, if only enough to lift his head and look at you questioningly. You swallowed, dryly, but forced yourself to speak, to say anything. You wanted to be somewhere else. You needed to be anywhere else.
āCan we go upstairs?ā You hated the way your voice sounded, meek and unsteady, nearly too quiet to be heard. You didnāt want to talk to him, to treat him like an authority, but you had to get out of here. You needed to get out of here. āItās justāThereās no bed, and itās dirty, and itād be so much better if we didnāt have to worry about theāā
He cut you off, his grin gone, his eyes narrowing into a slight glare. āDo you remember why this is happening?ā
Hesitantly, you answered. āI tried to talk to someone else. I broke one of your rules. Iām sorry.ā
āThen, you should remember that you aren't in charge, too.ā His grip tightened around your thigh, his fingers digging into your flesh. āUnless youāre trying to upset me, again.ā
You opened your mouth, then closed it, bowing your head. āIām sorry. I didnāt mean to.ā
āI thought so.ā He nodded to the side, gesturing towards the closest wall. āI want your back towards me, both hands on the wall. Donāt be stubborn.ā
For a long moment, you didnāt move. Then, he bared his teeth, and you obeyed without further opposition.
It was almost a relief, albeit a guilty one, to put that much more distance between you and the demon's mutilated body, between yourself and those cold, dead eyes. You tried to concentrate on the plain stone, on the roughness of it under your palms, but you faltered as soon as you felt him behind you, his chest pressing into your back, his mouth ghosting over your skin, feather-light kisses forming a dotted line from the base of your neck to the upper curve of your shoulder blade. Thankfully, painfully, he was quick to move on, to pull your skirt up to your waist and tear through your panties with a single swipe of his talons. The ruined fabric was discarded thoughtlessly, allowed to fall out of sight, out of mind, and with just as much care, he pressed two fingers into your clit, chuckling as you tensed underneath him.
He moved carelessly, lazily, the pressure inconsistent, his pace nonexistent, his first and only priority seeing what made you twitch and squirm, what made to bite your bottom lip and curl your fingers into your palm, swallow down your nerves and clench your eyes shut, whatever you had to do to give him as little as you possibly could, to keep as much of yourself from him as you possibly could, for as long as you could, before he realized how easily he could take it by force. You didnāt know whether or not to be grateful for his half-heartedness, for the fact that he seemed so satisfied to grind his palm against your clit and trace the length of your slit, to gather what little slick there was and bring his fingers up to his mouth, taking long, excruciating seconds to clean his fingers off.
For a brief, terrifying moment, you were terrified that heād try to fuck you open with his fingers, that heād forget about his claws or fail to care, but his chosen alternative was no better. The point of his tail, snaking around your thigh before running over your cunt, the rounded ridges rubbing against your clit as the tapered end teased your entrance, dipping into you just far enough to let you feel the chill of his scales, the warmth of his mouth as he latched onto the sensitive spot just above your jugular. You stiffened, briefly forgetting where you were, who you were with, and in a panicked daze, you reached down, trying to grab his tail, to drag him away from you, but he only nipped at the corner of your jaw, only growled softly when you failed to immediately fall back into place. āDid I give you permission to move?ā
āPlease don't.ā You didnāt bother trying to play composed, trying to mask your obvious fear as bashfulness. You didnāt want to do this. You didnāt want him to touch you, not like this, not when you already felt so fragile. You didnāt want him to touch you. āPlease, please donāt, Iāll do anything else, anything. Satan, pleaseāā
His hand shot up, curling around your throat. He didnāt squeeze, didnāt force the air out of your lungs, but he didnāt have to, either. Instantly, you went still, and he sighed, kissing your cheek gingerly without letting you go. āBe good. If you struggle, youāll get hurt. I wonāt be responsible for that.ā
You didnāt reply, but he didnāt seem to need you to. His attention was already elsewhere.
Youād made a mistake. Heād been distracted, before, drunk on bloodshed and jealousy, but youād brought his focus back to you, to what he was doing. When he pushed his tail into you again, he was quick to draw back, to keep his thrusts shallow and precise, made to bring you close enough to pleasure without giving you anything to ground yourself with, anything to hold onto. He wanted you to buck against him, to whimper, to beg, if he could tempt the words from your lips, and you did everything you could to deny him, to refuse. A chuckle was his only response, light and breathy, followed by another, deeper thrust, a curl of his tail inside you, forcing every ridge and every bump against the walls of your pussy. You couldnāt control your reaction, the way you doubled over, the cracked moan that spilled over your lips, and Satan drank it in, laving his tongue over the side of your neck, over the knuckles of his own fist.
You could feel your skin crawling, but there was nothing you could do about the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach, about how tightly you clenched around him whenever his tail twisted or arched. When his hand fell back to your clit, you gave up, letting your climax wash over you with a small, airy shriek. Your face burned, but you felt cold, hollow. As empty as youād been while you were still in that corner, watching him bleed another smaller, weaker creature dry.
As cruel as he was, he didnāt bother to nurse you through it. He pulled out as soon as you stopped twitching, draw a sharp cry from somewhere deep in your chest, then took you by the waist, dragging you back into his chest before kissing you, the action hasty, aggressive - not desperate, but so harsh, so brutal, the viciousness of it alone made up for what sappy affection it mightāve lacked. You could feel his teeth cutting through your lips, his tongue forcing its way down your throat, but it ended before you could think to bite down, to do anything to stop him. You blinked, and you were on your back, Satan between your open legs, clawing at his pants. It took you a moment to realize what you were laying on, to process the feeling of cold metal underneath your hands and something warm seeping into your back. It took another, shorter moment for the disgust to set in, the horror following shortly after.
The metal slab.
Absentmindedly, you glanced to your side, downward, catching a sliver of torn skin, of exposed muscle, of glassy eyes, void of all life or recognition before turning away, staring up at the dark ceiling, instead.
You mightāve passed out, if the universe had only been a little kinder.
He was tearing at your clothes, ripping your shirt open, letting your skirt fall down your legs and over your feet while he remained mostly dressed, save for what it took to carefully edge his pants lower on his waist, to free his cock, already hard, already pulsing. Something tightened inside of your chest, but the fear was numb, still just starting to set in as he traced the leaking head over your slit, giving you time to try to get away, to defy him. You didnāt. You could feel the blood against your back, now, still wet, still warm. You couldnāt imagine moving, much less trying to run.
He thrust into you gently, more to savor the feeling of your cunt convulsing around his cock than out of any meaningful concern for your comfort, your safety. It hurt in a fuzzy, abstract way. Pressure mounted in the back of your throat, your eyes burned in the sockets, and when he bottomed out, when his hips pressed into yours and he let out a long, raspy groan, you nearly cried, nearly sobbed. He was still standing, but he leaned down, planted a hand next to your head to support himself, let his chest just barely press against yours, let his mouth come a little too close to your neck. He didnāt wait this time, didnāt bother to warn you before biting into your throat, digging his fangs into sensitive flesh. Skin split apart like paper, fresh blood flowing down, over your chest, rushing out faster than Satan could stifle it and adding to the growing pool underneath you. His tongue was next, running over the wound, but it didnāt help, it couldnāt help. You already had so little. You already felt so, so empty.
You almost let yourself drift, almost let your thought spiral, but another sharp snap of his hips brought you back to reality, brought you back to the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you, his voice in your ear, louder than itād ever been, more guttural than itād ever been. āWhy is this happening?ā
For a long minute, you sincerely didn't know what he was talking about. You couldnāt think. It was all you could do to remember how to breathe, to scream when his thrusts grew harder, faster, too harsh to ignore. You heard your own voice, far away and alien, making a noise that mightāve been a whimper or a moan or something else entirely. When he spoke again, he did so through grit teeth, spitting the words out like poison, like yet another weapon he could use to break and crush and cut. āWhy is this happening?ā
āIām sorry, Iām sorry, Iāā You couldnāt finish, crying out as his free hand dropped to your thigh, dragging it up to his waist, making it possible to force himself that much deeper, letting him be that much rougher. āI broke a broke a ruleā I broke your rule, Iām sorry, Iāā
He cut you off with a low, rumbling snarl. His claws dug into your thigh, his face falling down to your neck, his body pressing close enough to yours for your clit to catch on his pelvis, for that subtle ache inside of you to grow overwhelming, unbearable. It was almost a relief when you were pushed over the edge, when your vision burned white and you came around his cock ā this orgasm more abrupt than the last, stronger than the last, cruel enough to leave you panting, clinging to him, clenching your eyes shut and raking your nails over his back. He followed a few seconds later, making no attempt to pull out. You didnāt try to convince him to.
He didnāt move when he was done, not at first, only straightening his back, staring down at you, an idle grin forming on his lips as he pressed a fleeting kiss to your forehead. You let your eyes close, your body go limp underneath him. You felt him draw back, gather you up in his arms, lift you off of the metal slab, but you didnāt try to get away, didnāt resist. You didnāt do anything.
You just melted into him and hoped that heād be kind enough to put you out of your misery, someday, too.
aaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OH MY GOOOOOD I LOVE IT SO MUCH this came out absolutely fantastic!!! THANK YOU!!! FOR YOUR AMAZING WORK!!! AAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
god fuckin. i love me your unassuming intros and then "hello insert fucked up scene right here" anD MY GOD YES YOU FUCKING FLAY THAT DEMON SATAN!!! YOU GORGEOUS INSECURE INTELLECTUAL BASTARD!!
"running his hand through his hair, leaving pale gold streaked with crimson." so sexy we love a casually bloodstained prince,,,
the gore is well written,,, i love me. some viscera. some peeled flesh. some Very Bad Time so for some nameless demon who exists only to make satan sexy and dangerous aaAAAA HHHH HHHHHNG!
yOU BET!!! you're his kitten!!! so sweet, so affectionate!! don't make him repeat himself, aren't you obedient - kdshaflhsg IT SENDS!! MEEEE!!
i love loVE LOVE! satan being in his element! and it!! SHOOOOWS! he is so calm throughout, he gets aggressive only when he's trying to push you, but all the uncontrollable wrath is gone, satan is in the zone and on a mission
satan having rules for you,,, he doesn't want you to talk to other people,,, we love a classically possessive yandere. the fact that he's so kissy kissy throughout it all, and it's like, gentle, too (until he decides to CHOMP in a fit of passion at the end akjdhfhgf), absolutely disconcerting, delicious, FANTASTIC WRITING I LOOOOOVE
and satan. licking his fingers clean after he palms you? oh yES OH YES OH YES it's so hot i looooOOOVEE AAAAA!!
satan tailfucking is also. one of. my secret pet obsessions. absolutely ECSTATIC to see it here aAAAAAHHHH it SENDS ME and ofc the way he's trying to edge you to get a certain reaction, how well he does it, hhhhh
and ofc. fucking you in front of the dead body. absolutely DEMONIC. LET'S FUCKING GO I LOVE IT I LIVE FOR IT GIVE ME A DEMON, PLEASE!!
asdfhgkldg him asking you again "why is this happening" 100% caught me as off guard as it does the reader insert, got me SHOOKETH,,, our cute satan is growling and creaming and fucking your brains out and he still is going to MAKE HIS POINT,,
the "idle grin" after,, the number of times he smiles throughout and i just feel the sinister but pretty look on his face, how gorgeous and deadly this demon must look,,, i LOVE!! TO!! SEE IT!!!
(also as a side note smut-wise,,, dhfkgjhf feel free to ignore completely bc you don't strike me as the person who cares much but. i really liked,,, how much the smut brings up the clit like,, liSTEN THE CLIT IS VERY SEXY AND WHEN SMUT TRIES TO PRETEND AN OSTENSIBLY AFAB CHARACTER CUMS WITHOUT THIER CLIT GETTING TOUCHED I'M JUST :/ but you wrote it so well and it was super hot)
anyways ty TY TY AAAAAAAA i love!!! IT SO MUCH!!! Reading through it was an absolute treat, you did an amazing job!!! WONDERFUL!! WORK!!!
May I request Yan!Satan with a Writer!S/o, pretty please? I can't get enought of him and I really want to see him in you writing style š
š A/N: I don't know how or why, but the impression it gave me is that it ended up being softer than it should have been. Anyway, it helped me with my writer's block, so I won't complain. Hope you like it, dear anonie!
š Warning: I don't condone this kind of behavior irl. Mention of punishment, imprisonment and kidnapping.
Technically it's because you're a writer that he approached you, you create amazing universes and characters, shape with words wonderful and beautiful stories that Satan could almost cry. And he couldn't ask for a better significant other, he loves spending time with you to see you working on your books or helping you patch up the holes in your story. He is the first person to read the final product, no argument with that.
You both read the theories and fanfics your fans write and comment on it often. Satan could spend all day watching your happy expression, it makes him feel a peace he has never felt before. Stomach dancing, palms sweating. You made him fall in love.
He also helps you correct and proofread your spelling mistakes, gives you tips on how to improve a scene and make it better and that sort of thing. But please don't let him know that you asked for someone else's opinion because he will feel that you have betrayed his trust. After all, why would you ask anyone for their opinion when you have him?
I'm not saying he's going to kidnap you to keep you to himself, but he will kidnap you at some point. He just loves the sound of your voice reading snippets from your book or any other to him, it's so smooth and peaceful, you do things to him that no one else does. It's weird and he wants more. He wants more of you reading with him under the covers, cups of hot tea or coffee letting steam rise and disappear in his room, and most likely a cat or a hundred. It's all he wants.
I mentioned once that he is the cruelest of the brothers and it's true, he will manipulate you to get your full attention, isolate you so you don't go out often and punish you when you disobey him. It's just so much easier when you obey, you get all the hugs and kisses you deserve, and he lets you talk excitedly about your new creation. It's perfect. And if he has to put up with you screaming and begging to get out of those chains, for him to back off because he's a monster or something, then so be it.
In the end, you'll realize that you want it as much as he does.
š tw for knifeplay, bleeding (consensually ofc,) consumption of blood, and master dinamics
āIām glad you liked it..ā he wasnāt confident right now, a stark change to his normal. You were sitting on top of him, his demon form out for your own eyes. A small dagger in hand as you ran it down his chest. You were gentle.. no blood yet.
āYou were so good.. you got me a lovely present.ā Gliding the blade across their jaw, looking into their eyes. The complete trust they held even though you could kill them right here. Fascinating. āWhy did you get me a ceremonial knife, darling?ā
āItās a custom in devildom to give them to yourā¦ partners, when you reach a certain point in your relationship.ā He shivered as you ran a hand along his horns.
āA certain point, hm? And what point would that be?ā Finally you ran the blade back down his neck, back to his chest. Gently pressing you made a small cut, watching the blood gather on the surface. The resounding gasp made you hold onto them just a little tighter.
They breathed heavy for just a moment, rilled up, "More. Please.ā
You watched where you cut carefully, taking it slow and watching their breath hitch and their body squirm. Soon enough they had a little initial carved into their chest, āI want answers darling.ā
āItās just a.. symbol, if you will. That our relationship has progressed.ā His eyes were glazed over as he watched you run your finger along the cut, and put it in your mouth. āIt tastes sweet, darling.ā
He threw his head back on to the pillow, feeling.. things. Ceremonial knife? Best thing Hes bought in five hundred years. -š„
š³ um. Yes. Iām about to vibrate out of my own flesh oh my gosh
Handing over the power to hurt them as a symbolic gesture but also using that pain to worship them??? ššš spectacular. now you canāt even do regular rituals or summonings involving them and the knife without them getting excitedā¦
IT'S SO SYMBOLIC SO SEXY SO REAL WE LOVE TO SEE IT, WE RLLY DO (this is @elsecrytt on my side account bc I can't put the ask stuff under a cut on a reblog)
Carving your initials in your demon lover's chest? (I was 100% picturing Satan throughout all of this tbh) It's traditional to cut their heart out and eat it ofc, but that's for. A bit further in the relationship.
And of course for that part it's traditional for them to give you a knife that's made of their own horns, of course (He shivered as you ran a hand along his horns. ANON YOUR TASTE)
Demon blood is normally poisonous but it can change flavors and affects depending on the demon's moods/intentions. If you are mates then your demon partner's blood is actually sufficient sustenance - kjadslhhg i'll stop there -
"Gently pressing you made a small cut, watching the blood gather on the surface." hhhhh I've written knifeplay before and I love it every time just. Cut cut,,, but careful,, the intimacy of splitting open flesh man, that's delicate work, I LOVE IT
rose anon absolutely top tier work I totally love it uwu jess is 100% right, it's such a pleasure to read through <3
Heās a bit of a nervous creature, so he has an extremely hard time trying to approach you with sex in mind, let alone trying to convince you. Sometimes he does get a burst of confidence and he tries to get as close to you as possible, licking at the sensitive spots heās found overtime while he lets out some chuffs and you can see his tail raise like a catās and his quills stand on end.
If youād like to initiate, itās so incredibly easy. A simple question if heād like to have sex partnered with a pet will get him lightheaded and you can watch as a shiver flows through him and heās like putty in your hands.
He often ruts himself on you as he pulls you in for a kiss. Sometimes he can be a bit rough, especially if you ask him and he can nick your lips with his sharp teeth. But heāll happily lick up the blood from your lips, his eyes focused right on you, and nothing else in the world matters but you right in front of him.
He likes to nibble on every part of you that he can. He loves to start with your lips; theyāre his favorite, but heāll go to your ears, neck, collarbone, and all the way down to your sex, where his long tongue laps and swirls around it.
Whenever you touch him, you can see his quills quiver, his claws spread wider and his dick pressed against you twitches. Heāll look at you with a pout, something between a ānot fairā and ādo it moreā
Spreading you apart and licking your entrance to get it nice and wet is common, but he always leaves a bite on your thigh before diving his tongue inside and pulling it out so he can leave a matching bite on the other side. He takes a second to admire his marks before pinning you down and finally thrusting into you.
Sex
Mammonās cock is a deep purple with a few fleshy points on the vein, which are as soft and flexible as ear cartilage. Along the side are a few bumps, and on the top is a ridge like a reptile's underbelly. On the base is a cluster of spikes which look sharp but are quite soft.
Heās quick to sheath inside, and he holds you close as you both get used to the feeling of being connected. Mammon is just trying to get used to how hot you are. You can hear more growls and chuffs.
When he starts, he fucks you with such raw power and no hesitation. His hips donāt stop moving once they start, and the whole time heās shoving his face into your back or hair drooling or taking in your dirty smells and licking up whatever he can get from you.
If youāre on top of him, riding him, heās not used to the position and has a hard time moving his hips, but it doesnāt stop him. He still tries to pull you close, but it gives him access to those nipples of yours that he loves to play with. Tongue and claws, he's playing with them while making animalistic noises and calling out your name.
He cums much more than a human, and his base swells with a knot. Every time he knots you, he lets out a long drawn-out moan as he fills you. And he makes sure you get knotted, pulling you back so you get stuck on it as he gives you a toothy grin. His scent not only on but inside you proves your his, his mate, his love, his for all time.
Aftercare
Heās so high-energy that he doesnāt need more than a minute after cumming before heās ready to run around again, and heās always worried over you. When you aren't, heās nudging you, barking your name, and running off to get you water.
Heāll just lay down with you if you need it, trying to warm you with his body heat. Despite not having much to warm you with, heāll wrap himself around you.
Once youāre up heāll have his chest puffed out and his ear against your stomach like heās trying to listen for something. And once you're ready to go on with your day, heāll keep following you with a skip in his step. If itās late heāll try to follow you to bed or drag you to his den to sleep.
He will not let you go after all that. You don't have a choice. He will be beside you like it or not. He'll drag you far away if he has to.
Hello and welcome to Iām feeling extra sadistic and I want to share my thoughts.
Having a demon partner go into heat, and you agree to help them, they are so desperate for you already they practically fall apart the second you touch them, but they were being especially bratty today, so you decide to punish them.
āDonāt cum.ā
You order before climbing on top of them and riding them like thereās no tomorrow, them whimpering and moaning the entire time, begging to cum.
But you donāt let them, you use their dick like a toy and once youāre satisfied you leave them. They are desperate to cum already, so to be denied that is torture!
They are crying and pleading with you to lift the order, but you just keep teasing them, getting other toys ready to use on them, you order them to stay still and they do, you take out a flesh light and pump their cock, grinning when it steadily leaks precum.
You lift the order, allowing them to cum into the toy, your demon is thanking you, they are coming so much, oh it feels so good!
Then as they are calming down and their cock softens, you grab your favorite cockcage and put it on him, locking it before he even realizes whatās happening.
You grinned when his whimpers start up again and heās humping the air. You can see their body is desperate trying to get hard again but the cage is doing well at stopping that.
āDonāt cum.ā You order again, making your demon give a frustrated shout. Then you get up and walk away, leaving them whining and unable to take care of the problem between their legs.
Youāll get back to them when you finish a couple school assignments.
A/N: My first attempt at a NSFW work in, um......................... Don't worry about it. I like a lot of the dom reader content in the fandom, but a lot of it I've seen with super experienced/confident doms, so I decided to go a little differently. Somewhat inspired by my Lucifer post. This is less smut and more characterisation.
Content/Warnings: sub characters, dom reader (obviously). Mentions of impact play, degradation, kink negotiation, non-sexual submission, aftercare. Mentions of the use of the pact and discussions of poor safeword use.
Lucifer
It goes both ways with Lucifer. He would appreciate an experienced dom, someone who knows what they're doing, who can take him in hand and who he can be confident to lead him.
However, he can't deny that there's some comfort in your lack of experience. Submitting himself in this way is something new to him too - knowing that you are both in unfamiliar territory makes it easier to handle.
Easing you both into the roles takes a bit of time. Lucifer trusts you, he loves you, and he wants this. It just takes a while for him to fully accept that he can relax completely and let you take control.
Part of the easing-in process is completely non-sexual, and just him seeking comfort from you after a long day, trusting himself to your care. Letting you make some of the decisions, deferring to your opinion when appropriate.
And a big part is figuring out what it is you both want in bed.
Lucifer is fairly obedient - the fact that heās trusting you to dominate him at all is telling, and so he doesnāt feel the need to put up a fight.
Sometimes he does like to be made to submit, a bit of his bratty side shining through.
Whether your preferences lie in the gentle or the hard, Lucifer will find something to enjoy. The most important thing to him is that itās you.
Either way, edging is generally a better tactic than overstimulation for Lucifer. While his tolerance is high, his patience is surprisingly low for such an ancient, powerful being. Both can work, it just depends how quickly you want to break down his pride.
After a while, Lucifer is decently likely to suggest new things in the bedroom and will listen to anything you would like to introduce. Lucifer has quite the pain tolerance and so long as itās behind closed doors, heās willing to try most things because itās with you.
Mostly, submitting is an act of trust for Lucifer, but also a break from his responsibilities. Having you tell him what to do, knowing youāll take care of him, it provides a relief that he hasnāt felt in a long time. As you grow more confident with time, he comes to enjoy it even more.
At first heās hesitant to safeword, but after some discussion youāre able to reframe it in his head. Safewording is not something that happens ābecause he canāt take itā as he initially thought, but another way for him to trust you with his care and comfort. Lucifer's never had issues with anyone else safewording, itās only when itās him that he struggles with the idea.
Aftercare involves a few quiet, sincere compliments and getting him cleaned up. Heās pretty explicit with his aftercare needs at the beginning, which is good because later you learn that you can make him go pretty dumb and he will not help you.
After heās recovered enough though, heās quick to check in on you as well. His pride won't allow him to leave you to help yourself.
Submission is not likely to be shown outside the bedroom except in very subtle ways. As above, heāll ask for your opinion more and be generally more polite. Lucifer is also one who will take the submissive role privately just to relax rather than for sex.
Mammon
Mammon isnāt exactly a virgin, but heās not had a lot of long term partners, let alone ones he actually gives a shit about.
As such, he can be just as bad as Lucifer in admitting he wants this. Mammon is afraid on some level that youāll mock him. After all, heās a big scary demon - why would he be interested in submitting to a weak human?
A big part of domming Mammon is learning to read between the lines and facilitate him being able to express his honest feelings. Mammon will get defensive if he feels he liked something too much when he shouldnāt have. Talking about your own feelings is a good way to get him to open up about his (āI really like when you begged, because it made me feel needed.ā āWell, if you liked it that muchā¦ I guess I could do it again.ā)
Mammon is pretty eager for praise and attention, so anything that gives him those things is probably something heāll enjoy.
Youāre likely the one who brings up new ideas to try out. Mammonās by no means innocent, but heās got his go-to kinks for jacking off and he doesnāt usually explore beyond those. Heās more likely to suggest changes to what youāre already doing after he becomes more confident in your relationship.
If Mammon were more honest with himself, heād probably be the perfect sub for a dom figuring their stuff out. Heās very obedient and even when he tries to play the brat, threats of taking away your touch or attention are enough to get him back in line.
Overstimulation or edging both work. Mammonās very honest with your hand or mouth on his dick. If he likes something, youāll know.
You may consider using the pact to order him to safeword out if he does feel overwhelmed, though. Mammon doesnāt want you to think any less of him, and itās going to take him a little while to be willing to safeword. Itās not that he doesnāt trust you, but he gets in his head about these things.
Aftercare is a lot of praise and cuddling. Mammon is clingy and youāre definitely not going to be able to leave until he gets out of subspace. He gets stressed if youāre not around when heās like that.
Another one where his submission wonāt be super obvious in your daily life except he will get hard easily if you give him an order or do anything he associated with your dom side.
While Mammon can take a fair amount of physical roughness, he has some hard limits on degradation. If thatās something youāre into, you may need to wait until heās comfortable talking in-depth about his needs in your relationship.
Leviathan
Doesnāt matter at all that youāre inexperienced. Another one whoās likely to feel some comfort that heās not the only one feeling a bit out of his depth.
Likely to turn to hentai or doujins for ideas. May request you two start with roleplaying from these just to get used to your roles in bed. It gives him a clear script and expectations, which helps him focus on the pleasure rather than worry about whatās going to happen or how heāll react.
Leviās anxiety can be calmed by telling him what you want to do to him so he knows what to expect. Heāll open up more to surprises later on, but at the beginning of his sub journey heās too worried about doing the wrong thing.
While Levi may like degradation, he needs praise to feel safe as well. He needs to know youāre enjoying yourself too.
Combining praise with a condescending tone is a good way to balance it out.
While Levi is shy about it, heās likely to bring up things he wants to try. Heās also one of the more likely to discuss kinks and hard nos in depth first, both for himself and for you.
Levi is a very obedient and responsive sub, and while he will likely complain or say āno, noā no matter what you do, he is someone you can be confident will safeword if he needs to.
Any attempts at being a brat are quickly foiled by how hard and desperate he gets.
Aftercare involves getting clean. He likes gentle touches and soft words. Helping him wash off the sweat from the nightās activities reassures him that heās loved.
Submission may come into play outside of the bedroom, mostly for Leviās comfort. When he knows youāve got control, he can relax a little. Usually itās just him reaching to you for comfort if socialising is getting a little overwhelming, but sometimes itās things like getting him to go to bed at a reasonable hour or making sure he eats some healthy foods.
Overall, Levi and you will have a good time figuring out what works and what doesnāt. Once his initial shyness is overcome, heāll be bringing up kinky ideas and telling you exactly how much he likes what you do to himā¦ though that blush while he does may never go away.
Satan
Intrigued by the idea of submitting. As a powerful demon, he never really considered it nor how good it could feel. He agrees to try it more for the experience and finds he really enjoys it.
As much as he resents feeling controlled, it's different when it's with you. He knows he can trust you to only want his pleasure and happiness. He knows that regardless of what you say to him or call him in the moment, you'll always love him after.
Satan isnāt as embarrassed about bringing up ideas to try or asking your opinion on certain kinks. In fact, heād be a model subā¦
ā¦were it not for the fact that a lot of his understanding of the dynamic comes from erotica novels. Youāre going to be the one introducing the ideas of kink negotiation and safewords.
Satan is pretty versatile in his preferences. He likes rough and gentle, mean and kind, simple kinks to the harder stuff. So long as youāre into it, heās willing to try it at least once. He's pretty clear on his opinions, so you can build up an idea of what you both like and what you and he dislike.
At first he will dislike the idea of safewording. Youāll have to explain to him how important it is to you to know he will stop the scene if heās not enjoying it and that if you thought you could hurt him, youād never be willing to try anything beyond the most vanilla of kinks.
Will actually safeword a few times at the beginning just to prove to you that he can. Not for no reason, but when he starts to feel a little uncomfortable rather than when heās truly overwhelmed.
Satan is pretty willing to bring up things he wants to try. He can be a bit of a brat at times, but some light degradation or manhandling gets those ideas out of his head real quick.
Satan likes to be cleaned up pretty quickly for the aftercare. He needs closeness and physical contact, and while he appreciates kind words he may or may not be able to respond immediately. While the initial aftercare will be left mostly to you, in the morning after (or just once Satanās recovered enough) heāll want to return the favour. Breakfast in bed, massages, praise and kind words - whatever you need.
Submission outside of sex typically only happens when heās overwhelmed or feeling his sin. Letting you take care of him while he vents his feelings - through words or sobs - is better than anything heās ever tried on his own.
Asmodeus
Oh boy.
Asmo is super experienced as a dom and a sub. He's super open about what he likes, what he dislikes, and what he'd just love to try with you.
If youāre inexperienced, Asmo will go into full detail about the sort of things you can do together, keeping a close eye on your reactions to gauge your interest.
However, Asmo isnāt as experienced with committed relationships. Itās mostly been casual play, and heās surprised by the difference the emotional level of your relationship makes.
Every bit of praise leaves him whining for more, every tease or light touch leaves him gasping, and when you finally give him what he wants heās so overwhelmed he nearly cries.
He loves it.
Very likely to bring new ideas to the bedroom. If thereās ever anything youāre unsure of, heāll offer to demonstrate. If you're comfortable with it, Asmo will show you how he wants to be dominated by dominating you. If not, he'll just do it to himself.
Or porn. Asmo doesnāt really need to watch much porn - his imagination is pretty good - but heās got enough familiarity with the Devildom industry and some actors to find what he wants to show you.
Asmo needs to be held, praised, and reassured you love him and think heās beautiful. Especially after more intense or degrading scenes. Clean-up will happen before sleep, but cuddles will take priorityā¦ unless thereās anything that could mess with his skin.
Asmo is capable of being a brat or obedient. Heās very responsive to your needs and desires, and one of the advantages of being the Avatar of Lust is that he will enjoy himself with almost anything.
Asmo has quite the corruption kink, in a way. He likes the idea of being so tempting and beautiful you canāt help but do all sorts of naughty things to him. Bringing it up during sex is a pretty surefire way to get him close.
Very reliable safeword user. He rarely does, but you can be confident he will if he needs it.
Submission isnāt obvious outside the bedroomā¦ unless you count Asmo calling you master much more often now. Hey, itās not a sex thing! You just are his master, so itās fine, right?
Beelzebub
Also pretty clueless.
Beel isnāt exactly naive, but heās a man of simple tastes. Any sexual urges were usually dealt with as quickly as possible to get them out of the way so he could go back to eating or training.
Heās quite willing to try pretty much anything you suggest to him though, and heās always very honest in his feedback, even if heās blushing while he gives it.
Beel enjoys gentleness and tenderness, but heās quick to remind you that you can be rough with him, too.
Generally heās more focused on your pleasure than his. Definitely into service. It works out well, because he feels comfortable with you telling him what to do. It does fluster him when you flip the script and focus on his pleasure. His reactions are well worth it.
100% obedient. He has a mischievous side but he melts pretty quickly. Beel will usually be straightforward, but if you do catch him breaking rules or riling you up itās generally a sign he wants to be handled roughly.
His openness and willingness to try new things makes it pretty easy to develop a repertoire of kinks in the bedroom.
Youāre the one whoās going to be bringing up the more technical kinks, but Beel will be open about things he wants to do or add. Marking you and you marking him, giving head, different positions, the like.
The only thing he struggles with is degradation. Even if Beel knows you donāt mean it, it doesnāt feel good for you to say cruel things to him.
Reliable with his safeword. He knows you need to know if heās unhappy.
Aftercare is very much a two way street with Beel. He needs to know youāre taken care of as well or else he canāt relax properly. Cleaning each other up, saying kind things to each other, heāll also give you a massage if you havenāt worn him out completely.
Submission outside the bedroom isnāt super noticeable, though Beel does go to you for comfort. Heās always been willing to listen to you so that doesnāt change too much.
Belphegor
Into it.
Doesnāt try to hide how into it he is.
Belphie will play a little coy, get you to tell him exactly what you want to do to him, but you can tell heās excited by the idea. Your inexperience doesn't mean much to him.
Belphie has a tendency to ignore anything that gets in the way of sleep, or deal with it as quickly as possible.
As such, while heās not naive, he doesnāt have much experience with kink. Belphie is motivated though and will make an effort to look into kinks and figure out the details of how this dynamic will work between you. He expects praise for it.
Belphie likes a bit of rough play and is likely to be a brat. He likes it when you make an effort for him - when you teach him a lesson, when you push your muscles hard to make an impact on a demon like him, when you bring in toys and new ideas to drive him crazy.
He has his pillow princess moments. Sometimes he wants to lie back and be taken care of. Belphie likes your gentler side too, and when heās too tired to do much more than get hard itās a good time to bring it out.
Decently likely to bring up new ideas, keeping a close eye on your reaction. Belphie needs to know youāre having a good time as well. If you try something new, heāll be looking for your feedback almost immediately.
Another one you may have to pact order to safeword at first. Belphie can be stubborn and if youāre having a good time, he doesnāt want to ruin it. If he gets stuck in those thoughts, it often leads to a lot of self-loathing and guilt. Itās better to nip it in the bud before it can grow into a full meltdown.
You are going to be heading clean-up. Belphie will be cranky about it in the morning but he will fall asleep in his own cum. If you cannot physically drag him to the bathroom for a shower, the pact may have to come into play once more.
Submission outside the bedroom is pretty much nonexistent - or at least very, very subtle. You may find that Belphie will listen to you more when you insist he wake up and get ready for RAD.
It's fun that this is like, so character/dynamics focused. Like don't get me wrong, smut is delicious, but also,,, that Lucifer is mostly obedient, and just resists to be put in his place? HHHHHHH a hc I share~
I like all the notes that are hit here - safeword use, aftercare, and how their personalities all tie into it. Mammon being the perfect little sub if he could just BE REAL ABT IT,, ohh so true bestie so tru
And for Mammon "he will get hard easily if you give him an order" YOU KNOW!!! IT!! HE'S LIKE A HORNY TEENAGE BOY! THIS SIMP OF A MAN! will get hard if you just LOOK at him right I swear!!! YOU KNOW WHAT'S UP!!
Satan's is just. hhhhhh. SO GOOD I LOVE IT!! I actually have an abandoned/hibernation WiP where Satan and you are excited to do BDSM as a couple... and then you find out that Satan has learned everything he knows about BDSM from like. Shitty mass market paperbacks. Fifty shades of grey crap. And you have to train him to do shit right XD
Him using the safeword just to convince you that he can and will do it? VERY on point for him!! NEAT DETAIL I LOVE!! Plus him being adventurous~
And then.. Belphie. The B in Belphie truly does stand for Brat u know,,, I have one friend who's super subby and loves him, so ofc they write him as a dom.
And the one thing I do understand about him depicted that was is that even in the game Belphie is like. Super direct. "Will you spend time with me?" He will just 100% straight up ask you, super upfront about it.
Pillow princess who wants you to take it out on him? AUGH that's IT that's the STUFF... plus. Belphie the filthy little slut who will fall asleep fucked out covered in his own cum -
ajkfhdlhgdf *cough cough* I WILL STOP HERE BUT. Excellent!! Writing!! I Do enjoy!! THAMK for posting it <3
Heās not one to just have a quick fling there, especially not with humans, and he certainly didnāt want to cause any strain in both of your relationships. He didnāt need the stress of it, certainly not when you lived in his room.
But of course, you had to worm your little way deeper into his heart. He certainly didnāt plan to have his sacrifice become so important to him that he started craving more than a pleasant friendship or something like that. He craved more, and getting to see your face every morning didnāt help his heart in the slightest.
Every time he saw your face, he could feel his chest tighten and it was near agony sometimes. At one point, he couldnāt stand it anymore and took you by his engraved collar and pinned you against the wall. You could see his face was hot with color, but his eyes were focused completely on you. "May I kiss you?" were the only words to fall out of his mouth, and for the very first time, he gave you complete control of your situation. And you couldnāt help but feel empowered that one of the rulers of hell was giving you a choice, power over what happened next and power over what your relationship evolved into.
Foreplay
He leans into your kiss before pulling back and smiling. That smile makes your heart beat faster as he starts pulling off his tie and you can see his horns beginning to form on his skull. He takes his time to nibble your neck as he disrobes both himself and you, and you watch as his wings shrug off the rest of his clothing. You start to feel fangs in his nibbles.
He places his gloved hand up to your mouth with a fanged grin before nudging your lip, silently asking you to use your teeth to pull them off. A nip on his finger gets a small chuckle, and his fingers play with your tongue, calling you a naughty human. His naughty human. Either way, his gloves come off like butter and his bare hand brushes on your cheek before kissing you again and pulling you against his body and taking you to the bed.
Heās one to watch you prep yourself, though he might help if you beg. A small riding crop in hand as he trails it along your leg as he helps you spread lube on your fingers or a toy to open you up for him. He walks you through the whole thing, even offering a stroke of his own hand once you're ready.
If you look extra sweet to him, which isnāt hard at all as long as you're not bratty, heāll make you feel good with lavishing licks on your sex as he holds your legs so you can move away. If you want to be a brat, thatās fine. Heāll give you a playful warning, but the next comment gets a smack on your ass or thigh from that riding crop.
Maybe heāll even have you ride his thigh. Oh, just thinking of that has him somehow even more heated. Having your soft human body with that collar jingling as you grind down on his thigh. Heād love to see the face you would make.
Once you're good and ready, heāll hike you up on his hips before easing you down on his dick.
Sex
It feels so glorious inside you. Heās had sexual encounters before, but for some reason you set him ablaze. Perhaps itās because youāre all his? Or maybe it's because his heart feels like itās doing flips just by looking at you now. Whatever it is, this is the best. Utterly and truly, he canāt stop himself as he fucks you with inhuman power.
Grab his horns or wings if you want. Heād even like that, feeling your hands pull and grip it so he can feel your grip get tighter as he finds each of your sensitive spots. Pull and yank as hard as you want; it won't hurt him at all.
His goal is to make you cum over and over and make you start drooling all over yourself with how high you are on bliss. The best noises are the ones you make unintentionally. It's even better if you were trying to hold them back before. He lets out a chuckle and kisses your neck. He likes the feeling of your vibrating throat on his lips. Itās okay to get overwhelmed with him; heāll take care of everything for you just like always.
He doesnāt just let you cum once. No, your first time with him, he needs to have you cum till you canāt take it anymore, and he might follow suit with you. Heāll watch you cum with a chuckle and hold you still for just a moment before going right back to fucking you like an animal. And when he cums, he pushes you even closer and deeper before cumming as deep as he can before continuing. It ends when you canāt handle anymore and heāll finally pull out to watch the cum nearly pour out of you.
Aftercare
He smiles at your nearly passed out body, and heāll move any hair stuck to your head and offer you a drink. You donāt have to move; he'll help you drink it. Humans are fragile, after all.
Lucifer will get a warm, wet towel to help you clean up, but if you ask him, heāll let you shower or bathe, though he'll watch over you to make sure you donāt hurt yourself with wobbling legs or fatigued limbs. He doesnāt mind, honestly; he silently enjoys you relying on him.
Afterwards, heāll plop you down in one of his own shirts or outfits before tossing your hair around before kissing your forehead with a soft blush spreading on his cheeks. He tells you he loves you. Itās the first time youāve heard his voice waver like that. It's almost like he's tasting the words on his own tongue. And with his soft smile, it seemed like he liked it.
Heāll toss you some blankets and prop your pillow up, telling you to get some rest. Heāll be right there if you need him.
š subby(?) Lucifer + more suggestive than explicit
'Don't even think that sorry excuse of an apology was enough.' you say, firm in his ear, still peppering kisses up and down.
It's there where he finds it: trailing behind your sharp, playful words. His desire runaway, chasing after something that he's always been too uncomfortable to aknowledge wanting.
And it is you, the one who does theseĀ things to him.
Only ever under you Lucifer dares to consider full submission, forgetting about the lavish words of praise he is owed, forgetting even the burn crawling his neck as he is reduced to a single apology almost lost in a kiss. Because there is another fire, much more sweet and urgent, spreading deep within and travelling down him when he meets you, pulls you in.
So when he lets you fall on his lap in the plush bed, it's a compromise before anything else. Pride clashing against everything he wants, and all the previous arguments colliding against just how much he needs your presence.
Throes are left behind as you straddle his thighs and his hands roam your sides; lips in a lock and every flick of your tongue again, igniting something Lucifer no longer wishes he could ignore.
And while you wouldn't like to give in and forgive so easily, he has always had way of dealing with you, leaving you gasping for air and pleading.
Lucifer's tired yet powerful gaze, ever so close to defeating you. Even though so much time has passed since the first time, it never fails to bring your heartbeat to a gallop, and now almost makes you falter.
Not quite, though- Not today, at least.
But he's working incredibly hard for it right now, letting you have a semblance of power over him so he can get on your good side even if it hurts him where it matters. Or that is what he tells himself.
Lucifer no longer thinks it amusing: it is by all means a demeaning custom, but something he ultimately is seeking. Your weight on top of him a thing too good, no- great, much needed. He misses it the very moment you move away to undress down to your underwear, and that is when he notices he's done for.
All that's left for him is to pretend he doesn't care, play it cool.
It's fine if it is you the one pushing his buttons, it is okay if he can get even later on-- foolish thoughts, in the end. but Lucifer doesn't have to admit to them. These are things you already know.
So even when his blood boils, the second you're bsck on him his kisses begin trailing in reverence from the palm of your hand, onto your wrist, arm, shoulder and hide on that spot under your ear, sucking.
And when Lucifer looks up then, it is only to seek and find the light of your smile.
But is a grin, instead, what he meets. One that says that yes, you have seen him, and the red light of his eyes lust-clouded as you work him up with nothing much, and yet you're not going to-
Shudder against the grasp he has on your waist and roll hips into his, relish a bit too much on it and remain unable to hide the way he affects you, even though this time his wiles might not suffice and...
'Don't even think that sorry excuse of an apology was enough.' you say, firm in his ear, still peppering kisses up and down.
It's there where he finds it: trailing behind your sharp, playful words. His desire runaway, chasing after something that he's always been too uncomfortable to aknowledge wanting.
And it is you, the one who does theseĀ things to him, like freeing him after so long.
Then, it'd be hypocritical to deny it, to pretend he hasn't already given up, and that while not sorry for what transpired between you both, his pride isn't all yours to dismantle.
So there is a flicker of devotion in Lucifer's gaze, on the tip of his tongue teasing your lips. Devotion and surrender for and to you only, in exchange for all you give to him.
When he holds you down harder on him, he's no longer biting back the soft, low sighs that escape him.
'By no means, I just intend to make it up to you.'Ā
Even if words are close enough to strangled, strange of him, some of that infuriating lilt to his deep voice remains, useless if not just to spur you on further.
But you'll let Lucifer keep it, this faƧade of being above everything; allow him to retain some of the act and save face.
After all, it comes across anyway: just how much of a well trained hellhound he can be for you. Showing in the way his hand finds yours to guide it between your bodies, urging you to fondle him over clothes as he bucks up.
And asking still-
'What can I do for you to forgive me...?' almost too sweet with lips that ghost up your neck, and you tilt your head back to let him. Then comes his best impression of an apologetic look, one which could fool everybody but you.
So you take his habits and make them yours. Being around Lucifer has made of you someone proud, arrogant, unable to back away from a challenge, after all.
Not even faking to think over it, you act. Your sudden grip on his shoulder makes him break into a rare smile then.
It's not a command: he's pliant to you now, and orders are off limit anyway.
'I want you to stay still and behave.'
So Lucifer complies, kissing along your jaw still. A hum rumbles deep within his chest before he declares his 'as you wish', low.
Pleased and waiting under you, who deliberately undo his belt and pants to let his hard on spring free between your bodies.Ā Barely grazing him yet his cock twitches to your touch, so sensitive after having teased him for a while now.
And as you keep grinding yourself on him, fingers wander over, around and under his sex, until finding that sweet spot behind to press on and pull a undignified whimper out of him.
It's hell for Lucifer, to relinquish control. His face burns red,Ā turns to the side and he looks away in an act too familiar. Can't help it, even knowing just how much you like to watch him- how he is actively misbehaving.
'Hah- master...' uncharacteristical, needy; just a breathless gasp but not quite a plead, dying in an almost-kiss to the side of your mouth.
But for once you refuse to hear it. Because Lucifer is yours, yes, but just as much as you are his.
The vulnerability of this knowledge, of how it very well might be you the one calling him master any other day makes you melt on him, guiding him inside you once and for all- ever so slowly sinking tight around him, letting him fill you up.
Between craddling his face with one hand and tiny kisses that could never amount to all of your worship. Before you even begin to move, and despite all the games you play, you confess to what you really want.
god damn i wanted to send a million of those prompts cuz they all sound good but can i get lucifer for #25 with a gender neutral/non binary reader please? I cant wait to see your writing
(Sub!)Lucifer x gn!reader + āBe quiet or else theyāll hear you.ā
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It's what he gets for giving you dirty looks the whole time over nothing, as you were spending time with his brothers outside the room.
And Lucifer could swear the jealously didn't really come across, but he couldn't stop staring either, and you knew him too well to not notice.
So this was not punishment for it, but if he was actually discontent with the amount of attention he was receiving, you were glad to fix that for him.
Now his pants, belt and underwear pool at his ankles while you press him against the door of his study. With arms wrapped around him, your thumbs rub circles tender over the skin of his hips.
'Aren't you needy, my love?' a taunt, saccharine in his ear.
Indignant.
Of course Lucifer is, but calling him that is a blow to his pride, and so all he lets on is a bothered huff.
But your caresses never relent, going up his sides, carefully around his stomach and then down his navel. Always avoiding his already aching cock, and you try again, dropping a kiss to his shoulder.
'Does it feel good?'
Absolutely; after all he is oddly sensitive, and the vulnerability in allowing you to tease him this much is starting to drive him crazy.
Lucifer sighs under your hands and only agrees because denying it would be way more humilliating.
'It does. Although I know you can try better than that.' looking back, always one-upping you. Not a crack in his velvet voice even when practically begging for it.
A nip, this time, to the deliciously salty skin of his nape as his breath hitches.
'You're right, I can.'
Abandoning the idle touches, hands wander up, fingers go inside his mouth. A little something for him suck on, since he's responding to you just so nicely now.
'How is that for you?' knowing full well Lucifer can't utter a word.
But he still hums debauched. Licks around the digits and is as clear as day with what he wants: Lucifer is getting them nice and wet for you to use on him.
'Good.' you praise. Because he is good, and has been waiting for this all day.
You nuzzle into the back of his neck and breath him in, sweet tobacco and the musk of the sweat you've made him work up, a poison of sorts.
Can not help the kisses to the side of his throat, to feel his pulse under your lips.
Nor the hand that from his chest finds its way to his throat and strokes.
The hand that wet by Lucifer's own spit finally finds his swollen, dripping cock and pumps until he's arching against you.
The affected expression on his face must be alluring, but you can't really tell from behind him. All you have is the manner he writhes under your touch and the red blush of his ears as he pants, trying hard to not make much noise.
But it's far from over. Lucifer was needy, and it'd be a shame if you just left him unsatisfied. After all, he had prepared himself so nicely to take all of you, that even if he showed an attitude before, you couldn't not indulge him now.
Then, when he pleads 'more, master', he knows he's got you.
So you part his thighs, lightly thumb between them and slowly push two fingers inside him, feeling him so tight as his hole swallows them up like it's nothing.
And Lucifer does all to stiffle sounds for a minute. You only allow this because it won't be long until he cracks.
With the pumping of your digits in and out, every time pushing deeper to massage his sweet spot, he ends up trembling against you, his cock throbbing at the sudden and relentless stimulation.
'A-ah...' a treacherous moan, dangerously close to a whine, escapes his lips at last, and so you know he's close. And it is such a privilege to push him, who is so proud, against any other wall and make him come undone. To be the one that makes him whimper helplessly like this.
You drive fingers deeper, bite his neck and cruel tease once more
'Please be quiet Lucifer, or else your brothers will hear you.'
And make him cry out and curse again, as he pushes his ass against you and seeks more of what you have to give.
May I please have some headcannons of how Yandere! Manticore Lucifer is like when angry? Someone hurt you and Lucifer saw it.
š¦Manticore Luciferš¦ with attacked S/O GN-Reader
(contains details of stitches, and torture)
Seeing the attack
He was just a room away from you. He could see you through the glass of one of the classroom windows and saw you with that wonderful face of yours, so small and innocent compared to the creatures around you. He had to take a step back for a second to put the papers in his hands down, but just as he did, he noticed blood splashing against the glass and your scream.
Heād never moved so fast in his entire existence. Crashing through the walls and spreading stone, paper, and broken glass everywhere, the dust falls on top of you as you look up from holding your wounded arm. You canāt see his face, but his quills are raised, his wings outstretched and beating wildly in front of your attacker.
Itās when you make a noise trying to hold your heavily bleeding arm that he turns around and his monstrous face softens with horrible concern. He turns on his heel gently, taking your arm and ripping some cloth to wrap around you before scooping you up and telling you to hold your arm up high.
As his wings open and he steps to the closest balcony, he doesnāt even spare a glance, but you can see his quill still standing on end and you can see the veins in his head as he grits his jaw. But he holds you so gently in his arms as he takes you home.
Nursing you
As soon as you get there, you'll see that thereās a doctor waiting. Looking over, itās clear you need stitches. After slowing your bleeding and working on stitching the wound, and giving you a blood transfusion if you need it, Lucifer is with you the whole time. His anger is completely gone and he presses his head against your shoulder or back. If you let him hold your hand, he seems to have needed it more than you do. You canāt even see his eyes as he looks down and away from you.
If you're nervous or scared, he not only holds your hand but calmly licks your hair or neck, trying to calm you, and his warm tongue helps to distract you from it all, his minty breath helping you focus on something else. Do whatever you need to, pull his quills, wings, paws, tail, or hair. He just needs to help you in some way.
Once you're all wrapped up and the doctor has explained everything and left, Lucifer still canāt bring himself to look at you. You have to force him to look at you, and you can see his lips pulled into a bitter frown and his eyebrows drawn together and slanted. The guilt and sadness never clearer on his face.
Even if you tell him itās not his fault, he knows that it is. He wasnāt quick enough to stop what happened to you, and this wouldnāt have happened if not for him. They hurt you so they could hurt him. He loves you so much and this happened to you. But still, whatever reassurance you give him, he takes it. Much like a gentle house cat, he rubs his head over your hands. You take even the smallest pride in knowing you're the only one to see this side of him, but you canāt shake the bad feeling you have even if heās acting so pitiful.
He doesnāt dare leave you when you're recovering. You arenāt going back to RAD, not before he deals with that fool. And when he thinks you're out of earshot, he speaks to his brothers about his plans for them. You nearly gag from the way they speak of tearing him apart and torturing him. Lucifer also seems pleased that your attacker is now fearing for his life, even going into hiding, but his brothers know exactly where they are.
Heās always the one to treat your wound when it comes to replacing the bandage. Lucifer is extremely gentle with you. Slowly moving your arm and applying antibiotics gently. He has to hold back from licking your wound since he knows it will only aggravate it and reopen it. You can even catch his tongue poking out slightly when heās holding back, but he does get flustered when you point it out, and he refuses to admit it even happened.
Anytime you try to grab something, he quickly intercepts it, so you donāt have to move too much. Even if you tell him you're fine to move, heāll refuse to stop. At some point, he might try to just have you stay in bed, acting like you have a terrible fever.
When you finally get your stitches out, heās there just as he was before, though in a much better mood, licking you, offering you comfort as the thread comes out, and his head pressed against you firmly.
Seeing your scar come in was hard for him, and he often licked it with soft kitten licks and rubbing it with his paws. You could see he was still beating himself up over this. But words of encouragement bring a smile to his face, and he pulls you into a kiss with a barely audible chuckle.
Dealing with your attacker
He had made sure that all of his brothers kept an eye on them. And the brothers were happy to oblige; they hated seeing you all wrapped up, but more importantly, they were all fuming at the deed going unpunished. Lucifer had that guilt turn into boiling and overflowing hate and wrath. He and the house demanded blood.
He trusted Mammon the most. As much as he hated Mammonās interest in you, he could be trusted with this. When you were sleeping, he checked in wanting to hear about your attackerās panic filled actions.
He decided to wait until you were healed completely before he started. And the whole time, he daydreamed of hundreds of different ways to ruin them. He had pondered over books of torture methods as you both sat together in bed.
So when he and his brother finally got to them, they nearly made it a family bonding activity as each of them took turns tearing, shredding, soaking, burning, and bludgeoning them. Lucifer made sure to witness it all.
And when it was finally his turn, he kept his calm, cool smile as he dealt the last blow. Quick and swift after looking into their broken eyes and forms. All for you. All of his love pulled into one swift motion.
Afterwords
After he's taken you on a special date of your choice, heās all over you. He's kissing and holding you every chance he gets, and that bad feeling you had has now passed, but you know that attacker? You know youāll never see them again.
Luciferās bout of sadness has passed, and while heās still concerned over the scar, you know heāll always be hovering over you, now more than ever. He might even pull you into meetings and damn near have you sitting on his lap so he can keep an eye on you.
Something deep inside him hates the fact that the scar was made by something else. He often nips and licks it as it tries to change it into a mark he made himself, writing over the wound.
When you sleep together he always has his paw on your scar, even if he falls asleep with his arms to his side he manages to find it in his sleep.
he's so soft AAAAAAAAA!! the tenderness when u r hurt,,, yes yES YES!!! and "minty breath" hc got me??? ohohohO??? I LOVE,,! u know luci's breath gonna smell nice for u one way or another
sweet luci comforting while u get stiches,,, hnnnng,, and i love. the lil licks as a means of comfort. imo the big bonus of them being monsters is these extra ways they have of showing affection and its just. AUGH. SO GOOD!!! IT FEELS SO SOFT AND ENDEARING AND YOU CAN TELL HOW MUCH LUCI CARES!!! I ADORE!! A++!
and his character is done well too bc u know this bastard will blame himself for literally anything bad happening to anyone he loves. we love a stupid, responsible man <3
also You can even catch his tongue poking out slightly when heās holding back yo this straight up HAD ME,, u know those cat videos where the kitty,, just has its tongue stuck out,,, just a LITTOL,, SO CUTE,,, CUTE MANITCORE LUCIFER CONCENTRATING ON RESISTING HIS AFFECTIONATE URGES AND TENDING TO UR WOUNDS,,, adorable,, supreme,, excellent,,,, s-tier content, i love
and ofc. yanderes being violently protective,, a touch of gruesome torture? with a touch of double-teaming it with mammon? family bonding??? awhh good bros being bros,,,,
