Hii if possible could i request headcanons for the om brothers (+the dateables if you want) a scenario where they get their hands on a magical silicone sex toy? Like how would they use it knowing that whatever they do to that toy would make mc feel it
How pervy can they be? Would they use it outside? Would they let mc know that they're the one responsible for the sleepless nights they get when they use the toy to it's fullest? Would they tease mc or would they take advantage of the toy so they can leave mc a shaking mess? Would they stuff it with things like a vibrator/dildo or even multiple at once and leave it inside?
It would be so hot if they came a bunch inside it and then flipped it over so the contents would stay inside and not drip out lol
The mc can be gn or afab! Leaving this just for female readers sounds too cruel cuz this idea is just too good lolz
Sorry this got so long š im very much addicted to this trope šš» feel free to ignore this ! I think i followed your rules but if I didn't then im very sorry!! Have a nice day!
ā”.Obey me! Cast (minus Luke, Duh š¤Ø)
ā”ā”.NSFW!! || Non-con (?) || GN!MC
ā”ā”ā”. *insert loud cackling*
In the less frequented part of town sat a shop in a valley. A sign of aged, dark wood was carved with swirling patterns of "Arcane Oddities & Enigmasā. Under it was paper taped to the window of the door. āClosing Shop! All Magical Curiosities - Immense Discounts! (Owner Retiring - No Reasonable Offers Refused!)ā was printed to the incoming customers. In smaller, faded print in the bottom corner was āEnter at your own risk. Some items may have unforeseen consequences.āĀ
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ā” He found it tucked away in a dusty corner, a small, unassuming box labeled "Pleasure Proxy ā Prototype." The polished wood counter reflected Luciferās gaze as he examined the smooth, almost too-real depth of the artifact lying in the box. āIntriguing," he murmured, more to himself than the shopkeeper, who rattled on behind him. Curiosity and of course,Ā a purely academic interest in the workings of this particular magic, drove him. Once he understood the mechanism linking could be wired to anyone, meaning you,Ā a slow, predatory smile spread across his face.
ā” He hadn't planned on visiting the shop, but a flicker of raw magic had drawn him in. Now, he held your pleasure quite literally in his hands, and the possibilities danced in his mind like wicked flames. It was something he had to get his hands on.
ā”Ā That first night, sitting in his study, the artifact felt cool and alien against his palm. He pictured you, diligently studying in your room, oblivious to the attacking touches about to grace your senses .The phantom touch against your skin made you shiver, a fleeting whisper of sensation.Ā
ā” His brows loom, satisfied at the success of the linking. Ā
ā” Ruby eyes watching through the window as you squirmed in your seat across the courtyard, he could tell you, text you. He wouldn't tell you, not yet. The power was too exquisite.Ā
ā” Knowing the effects of it, the toy now stays in a locked drawer in his nightstand. Not hidden, simply secured, like all his most prized possessions.Ā And it was.
ā” Sometimes after finishing particularly tedious paperwork, he'll tug his tie down, leaning back in his chair. Low eyes stare at the toy, weighing his choices before he drizzled lube on the soft entrance. He canāt believe heās been molded into this... creature of desperation, undone by the slightest degree of stress. Youā¦this effect of you should be punished, no? His fingers giving swift spanks to the entrance, chuckling at what your face could look like now.Ā
ā” If youāve been extremely bratty, heās not above taking your own vibrator and keeping it inside the toy. His slender fingers texting you to behave today until he had time to ādealā with you.
ā” Tying your desirous self to the bed was no trouble to him, he mightāve dwelled his touch on your neck and thighs to tease but that was a little mercy before he actually started the punishment. Sitting in front of the bed, his eyes on yours while his hands disengaged his dress shirt, skin slowly exposed to your eyes.Ā
ā” Lewd squishing fill the room as squishy toy flutters up and down his lube-soaked cock, his groans softly following. His smile almost shows as your face fills of surprise, now connecting the ethereal touches that grace you at times to the toy in his hand. āDo you like it my little gift?" His tone full of brass, completely certain youāre more than just affected.Ā
ā” When heās unable to sleep, rolling to his side, a hand subconsciously digs out the toy. Before he can process his actions, the tip of his cock is teasing the hole, the pre-cum rolling down his hardening cock. A ragged breath escaped him, wondering if youāre up again, if you can feel him.Ā
ā” āMmghā¦.ā The noise slips out of his lips, hanging in the air as his hips thrust upwards in laggard motion. Oh, how delicious, this feels like *you*. Warm and tight like youā¦.but it is you, no? The phantom sensation of you around him, so snug and right, results in a deep hum in his chest. His hand squeezes the toy, twitching inside.Ā
ā” The little toy is nice to start him up but even in his bleariness, he ends up calling you over and over until you pick up. The sight that greets you was Lucifer in his bed, his robe open, thighs spread. His beady eyes clearing up when he looks at your body, beckoning you.Ā
ā” In his grasp, his hands trail up and down your sides, yanking you to his lap. āMmh, Forgive me for thisĀ late call but I, noā¦.this feeling of needing you canāt be tamed.ā His eyes wander to the wet toy, his fingers skimming into your pajamas, his touch silk against your warm skin.Ā
ā” On nights he's busy and you've been hinting on a private night with him, he lines your own vibrator on the slit of the toy, keeping it balanced on his desk. His D.D.D. is propped up, airing your room to his view. He knows you're feeling the faint thrumming, the constant promise of more.
ā” Itās a cruel tease, a reminder that you are his to control, even when heās occupied. He might occasionally tap the vibrator against the toy harder, watching you jump or stifle a gasp over the feed. When he finally calls you over hours later, heāll greet you with the toy still openly dripping on his desk, a silent challenge to dare you to try to turn off the vibrator and take what you want.
ā” Mammon didn't find it; he stole it. Heād been lurking around the magic shop, planning a snatch for some 'rare artifacts' (mostly shiny trinkets he could probably resell), when his avaricious eyes landed on the object. He didnāt quite understand its place in the shop, just that it pulsed with a strange energy and feltā¦intriguing in his hands.
ā” Later into the nightfall, he spent the night searching the item online, falling into a hole of tabs upon tabs of websites.Ā
ā” It took him forever to figure out what it was, buried in some obscure magical forum. But once he didā¦ oh, the possibilities! He didn't fully grasp the 'linking' part at first, just that it was a magicalĀ toy.
ā” Your name was chanted and chanted before the toy glowed a tad. When he first cautiously touched it, a finger sliding down the slit, and felt a bizarre, phantom clenchingĀ somewhereĀ deep inside, his greedy little brain connected the dots.
ā” Now that he knows the fleshlight works, He doesn't wantĀ anyoneĀ else getting their hands on it, least of all Lucifer. It'sĀ hisĀ treasure, it connects toĀ hisĀ human. It stays hidden in his car, under his jacket. Possessiveness flares hot and fast.
ā” When he can't sleep at night, thinking of you, his hands fiddle with the toy, flicking and rubbing up and down, knowing what you feel made him buzz.
ā” HeĀ definitelyĀ lets you know. He loves the power trip. Heāll send cryptic texts like "Feelin' somethin', are ya?" punctuated by a sudden, intense flutter of sensation from the toy. If you complain about sleepless nights, heāll just smirk, messing with his phone, and say, "Yeah? Guess ya just got somethin' keepin' ya up, huh? Must be real excitin'."
ā” Heās too greedy to just use his hands, his mouth joins the game soon. A lick here and there as his hand squeezed and tugs and jerks his cock. His hips buck and stutter, closing his eyes and his tongue slips in, flickering upward before he pulls back and smirks against the silicone, lips messy and he inhaled a moment before going back in.
ā” He slurps against the hole, his head falling back against the backseats of his car. He can not get enough of the way it feels, soā¦..real. And it twitches, are you twitching? Heād pay everything heās got and hiding just to see you in your room right now.
ā” A rumbling laughing escaped him at the thought, did you feel it on your skin? wondering if youāre digging in your nightstand just to relieve yourselfā¦.or are you using your hands impatiently? He certainly is, his hand working overtime, up and down and up and down and up and down, his pre-cum coating his knuckles and fingers.
ā” Speaking of, he has his own set of toys. A remote bullet vibrator. When he passes you a kiss before you go to your room or when he turns your head to him during the studying session, heād slide the ON button, giving you a delicious buzz. Maybe he wants you to think kissing him makes you extra happy, maybe he wants you turned on when you return his deep kisses.
More coming soon! This was a little warm up š
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