warnings: ch. 50 spoilers sort of?, masturbation mention (male), lingerie, mention of Asmo using MC as a doll, possessiveness, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie
date: March 16, 2024
part one
Mammon had found it hard to sleep since you returned from your trip. It had been absolute bliss to have you all to himself, to share a bed with you, to wake up with his arms around your waist.
Now, he had to fight for your attention with his brothers, the angels, the lord and his butler and your mentor.
"Just go to sleep," he mutters to himself as he stares at the ceiling of his bedroom.
The House of Lamentation was silent. Mammon was sure it was his elder's doing. He was positive only half his brothers were sleeping and the other half were either in their bedrooms reading, gaming, or pampering themselves but he didn't want to risk Lucifer's wrath if he was caught out of bed.
Mammon reaches for his phone, squinting when the light hits him in the face.
He taps the live notification from Asmo, catching his farewell.
"Well, all, that's it for us tonight! These beauties need their sleep! Good night, dream of me!" Asmo signs off with a kiss before the stream ends.
So you weren't in bed yet.
What are the chances of you walking to your bedroom this very moment?
Was it worth the risk?
Definitely.
Mammon doesn't bother grabbing a shirt as he climbs out of bed and heads to the hall. He makes sure he's as quiet as possible as he heads straight to your bedroom.
A smile lights up his face when he spots you about to go in.
"Treasure," he whispers as he approaches.
You turn, smiling when you see him.
"What are you doing here, babe?" you ask.
Mammon doesn't answer you, instead he presses you to the bedroom door. You gasp before his lips are on yours, his hand flat on the wood of the door.
You curse, making Mammon moan as his hands grip your hips. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about you and those filthy words you exchanged in bed.
Mammon had cum with his hand around his cock so many times since, imagining what you'd look like carrying his baby.
"I had to see you," he admits as he opens your bedroom door to push you inside. He shuts and locks the door behind him, kissing you again as his hands make quick work of your bathrobe.
"Mammon," his name rolls off your tongue so sweetly, it makes his cock throb. Your hands grip his bare shoulders, moaning when he squeezes your waist.
"You're mine, baby." He states as your bathrobe falls into a puddle on the floor.
"All yours," you say, aware that you're not but for this moment you are truly and completely his.
Mammon growls, kissing you harder, teeth nipping your bottom lip as he moves his hand upward.
He takes a step back, noticing your sheepish smile.
"Just what were you and Asmo up to, huh?" Mammon raises an eyebrow as he takes in the slinky, lace lingerie.
"The usual," you giggle. "A bath, painting each other's nails, trying on whatever he bought me. Treats me like his little doll, and I love it."
"Come here," Mammon demands as he sits on your bed, his sweatpants long gone. His cock is in his hand. He strokes himself while looking at you.
The things he could put you in. The ways he could fuck you. The way he could fill the halls with devilish screams of his name.
You do as you're told, straddling his hips, your hands on his shoulders as you kiss him. His tongue weaves with yours, moans muffled by each other's lips as Mammon falls back onto the bed with you on top of him.
"Just a little taste, Treasure," he murmurs against your neck as his tongue flicks over the sensitive skin. You nod as he sucks his mark onto your skin, his teeth sinking in after.
"Mammon!" you whimper, euphoria spiking through your veins as your eyes flutter shut.
Mammon groans, cursing as he pushes your lingerie to the side. The flimsy material is soaking wet just like your cunt.
"Gonna take my fat cock like a good girl, Treasure? Gonna ride it until you can't take much more?"
"Yes, please!"
"Gonna let me stuff you full of my cum until you're nice and bred for me, baby?" Mammon asks as your wet cunt wraps around him. He shuts his eyes, pleasure coursing through every inch of his body.
You bite your lip as you nod, nearly in tears from the overwhelming pleasure.
"Want it, want you," you whimper as he holds you to him, his legs bouncing you on his cock as he does the work. You pathetically whine and cry out his name, clenching around him repeatedly as his fingers rub your clit in circles.
"Mammon!" you scream into his neck, tears rolling down your cheeks as he continues to fuck you hard and fast. "Cum inside!"
"Fuck, baby," Mammon nearly does so, the feeling of you soaking his cock and balls almost too much for him.
He didn't care what trouble he would get into in the morning for getting out of bed to fuck your brains out, it would be worth it.
"Gonna breed you. Gonna be the first. The only," Mammon grunts as he flips the two of you. Your back meets the mattress, your hands grip the sheets before moving to his broad back, dragging your nails down the length of it as your orgasm hits and you see stars.
"Mammon!"
"That's it, Treasure. Cum on my cock. Let's make a baby tonight," Mammon growls, your name escaping him as he cums deep inside you. His brow beads with sweat, his white hair clinging to his forehead as he fucks you through your orgasm and his.
a/n: Last chapter, thank you for those that have liked or reblogged my story. I really needed more Dom!Levi stories and this is how the story ended up turning out.
Leviathan x MC. Hints of Mammon x MC, Belphegor x MC and maybe Simeon x MC.
Cw: Smut, Dom!Levi, kinda Yandere!Levi(he talks about locking you up), Jealous!Levi, a bit of degradation(the words slut and whore are used), Claiming Marks, Scenting, Mates, some Non-con(Belphie scents and pins you down without consent), Levi having one dick(sorry) Fem!MC, Angel!MC, kinda ooc.
First Part
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Two months had already passed, and Leviathan barely left his room, going out of his way to avoid you the few times he did. In response, you would leave food at his door when he missed a meal. It had become a frustrating routine, one that seemed to have no end in sight.
No matter how many times you knocked, he either ignored you or told you to go away, but not once did he open the door.
You sighed as you thought things over. You weren’t sure what else to do. Truthfully, you wished you could try to get him to open the door more often, but his brothers constantly wanted your attention, or you had to visit Purgatory Hall. You felt a warm sense of belonging when they sought your company, but it only added to your frustration that you hadn’t made any progress with Leviathan.
“Sweetie, what has you sighing like that?” Asmodeus asked, finally sitting on his bed where you were lying. He had whisked you away to spend time with him in his room after everyone had finished dinner, his charm hard to resist.
“Leviathan,” you replied with a pout. “He still hasn’t opened his door for me. I’m not sure what else to do.”
“He’s certainly stubborn,” Asmodeus said thoughtfully. “But dear, you only have to push his buttons. He’s the Avatar of Envy; you just need to make him jealous enough to pull you into his room.”
You grimaced. “I don’t see that going well.”
Asmodeus waved his hand dismissively, a playful smile on his lips. “Of course it won’t, but it’ll at least get him to talk to you.” He giggled, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Well, there won’t be much talking involved, though.”
You flushed and averted your eyes, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.
“You can ask any of the brothers, but if you want to make it authentic, just snuggle up to Mammon or Belphie.” He smirked, his gaze intense. “They’ve always had a crush on you.”
Your eyes widened in shock. You hadn’t expected that in the slightest, and now you didn’t know how you’d be able to hang out with them without feeling shy. The revelation left you reeling, a mix of surprise and uncertainty swirling within you.
“I don’t want to use them like that,” you mumbled, looking down at your hands.
“Well, darling, we can always find some other way,” Asmodeus said, his tone soothing as he gently stroked your head, fingers threading through your hair.
You nodded, relieved, but you didn’t notice the smile of mischief that Asmodeus had.
As you finally reached your room and laid on your bed, a sense of unease washed over you. Despite Asmodeus’s promise not to meddle, you couldn’t shake the bad feeling gnawing at you. The Avatar of Lust always enjoyed a good dose of drama and stirring people up. The last thing you wanted was to worsen things between you and Leviathan or to incite a fight among the brothers.
With a heavy sigh, you willed the troubling thoughts away and allowed yourself to drift off to sleep.
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Your worries proved correct. Over the next few days, Asmodeus began accompanying you to Leviathan’s room to drop off his food. His behavior shifted—he became flirtier, more touchy-feely whenever you both stood in front of Leviathan’s door. The pajamas he gave you, just before going to Leviathan’s door, were even shorter and skimpier than usual, leaving little to the imagination.
You began to notice that the sound of video games would stop abruptly as you approached, replaced by an eerie silence. The other brothers, too, began acting differently. They were nicer to you, borderline flirtatious, whenever they passed by you and Asmodeus in front of Leviathan’s door. Even Lucifer, though more subtly, was in on it.
You shot Asmodeus a glare and whispered as low as possible, “I told you not to meddle.”
“I’m just helping you, darling,” he whispered back with a charming smile, his eyes glinting with mischief.
You huffed, pouting. While it touched you that he wanted to help, you wished it wasn’t through making Leviathan jealous. You’d heard stories about how, if pushed too far, Leviathan would summon Lotan and cause destruction. Additionally, you were concerned about his low self-esteem. The last thing you wanted was to damage it further and make him shut you out even more.
You were glad you had asked his brothers about him and gathered all the information you could. Knowing what to expect was better than being clueless.
Lost in your thoughts, you snapped back to reality when you saw Mammon approaching. Out of all the brothers, he was the most flustered when trying to flirt with you. It was pretty cute, if you were being honest.
Mammon abruptly stopped near you and Asmodeus, his face turning bright red as he took in the nightgown clinging to your curves. “A-ain’t that too short?!” he exclaimed, quickly looking away.
Asmodeus smirked and almost purred, “Is it too stimulating for you?”
Mammon spluttered, seeming at a loss for words. Then he cleared his throat and finally looked at you with startling confidence. “Ya shouldn’t be lookin’ that good in front of anyone else other than the Great Mammon!”
You almost gasped at his words; they were extremely out of character. He was usually flustered when trying to flirt with you, and you could hardly call it flirting in the first place.
Even Asmodeus blinked in surprise before giggling in amusement.
The door swung open, revealing Leviathan in his demon form, glaring at Mammon. “Mammon,” he gritted out, “if you don’t get away from my door, I will summon Lotan.”
Mammon paled and scurried away. Even he knew better than to antagonize his brother when he was in one of his moods.
“Asmo,” Leviathan growled, his glare not softening. Asmodeus only smiled, threw his hands up in defeat, and skipped away.
You stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do.
Leviathan stared at you, his eyes slowly raking up and down your form. The grip on his door tightened. “I know I told you not to wear that type of stuff outside your room,” he rumbled.
You frowned. “Levi, is that really important right now?”
“It’s not fair that everyone gets to see you like that,” he huffed, still upset but reverting to his human form.
“Maybe you would be able to see me like this more if you actually left your room and stopped avoiding me or let me inside,” you said, irritation clear on your face.
Leviathan blushed deeply and looked away, avoiding your gaze. “As if I would let a normie into my room.”
You raised an eyebrow, challenging his statement. “Well, this normie can actually learn if you would just let me.”
He finally looked at you again, his face turning an even deeper shade of red, a mix of surprise and disbelief in his eyes. “I-is this a trick? Y-you actually want to s-spend time with m-me, a worthless otaku?”
You winced at his words. You didn’t think you would ever get used to him putting himself down. It hurt you that he thought so lowly of himself, that he couldn’t see the value you saw in him.
“Levi, I’ve been coming to your door for the past two months just trying to talk to you,” you replied soothingly, your voice gentle and sincere. “I don’t think you’re worthless at all.”
Leviathan put his arm against his face, trying to hide his tears from you. “I-I just didn’t want you to be even more d-disappointed than you must be already.”
“I was never disappointed in the first place,” you reassured him, your tone firm but kind.
You took a step toward him, the sound of his sniffling pulling at your heartstrings. All you wanted to do was comfort him, to make him see how much he meant to you.
“D-don’t lie to me! I-I know how d-different I am than I u-used to be!” His voice cracked, filled with pain and self-doubt, as he tried to wipe the tears away with his sleeve.
Your eyes softened with empathy, and you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly even as he stiffened in surprise at your touch.
“I truly don’t care about that,” you whispered, gently wiping away the tears streaming down his cheeks. “I just want to get to know the person you are now.”
You waited patiently, feeling his body slowly relax in your embrace. After a moment of hesitation, he tentatively wrapped his arms around you in return, nodding slightly against your shoulder.
“O-okay,” he murmured, his voice barely audible but filled with a tentative hope.
You sighed in relief, a wave of happiness washing over you. You had finally broken through the barrier he had put up, and now you had the chance to reconnect with him.
“Let’s go.” You smiled warmly at him, taking his hand and leading him back into his room.
As you stepped inside, you couldn’t help but reflect on the events that had led to this moment. It seemed Asmodeus’s plan had actually worked, albeit in an unexpected way. You were grateful for the support of his brothers, even if their methods were sometimes unconventional.
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For the next few months, it became a routine to visit Leviathan’s room to spend time with him. He began coming out more often, even joining everyone for meals. These visits often extended into the night, as he enthusiastically introduced you to his world of anime and games.
The first thing he showed you was his favorite anime, “The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl.” You binge-watched the entire series with him, and from there, he introduced TSL, then other anime and games.
Despite these shared experiences, he still considered you a “normie,” which you found amusing.
However, you noticed that Leviathan was careful not to touch you. Whenever physical contact occurred—either by accident or when you initiated it—he would stiffen up, blush, and quickly pull away. As someone naturally affectionate, this was disheartening, but you chose not to push him, respecting his boundaries.
Even though you didn’t press the issue, you couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. Leviathan had been your lover, and you had shared one passionate night just before the Great Celestial War. Contrary to what humans and demons believed, angels were allowed to be in relationships and to claim and mate with other angels.
You regretted not pushing to claim each other. You understood his reasoning; he hadn’t wanted you to suffer the pain of losing a mate in the uncertain times of war.
One day, as you sat in the common room reading a book, Leviathan entered, calling your name.
“MC!” he called out, sounding nervous but determined.
You looked up, startled. “Yes, Levi?”
“I-I know you might have better things to do than spend time with a yucky otaku like me, but m-maybe, w-would you like to come watch anime with me?” he asked, a bashful smile on his face, his cheeks turning pink.
You smiled warmly at him, touched by his initiative. “I would love to. Just give me ten minutes to finish this chapter, and I’ll join you.”
His blush deepened, and he gave a jerky nod before scurrying out of the common room.
You giggled as you continued reading, but soon felt someone sitting next to you and leaning their head against your shoulder. Startled, you turned to see Belphegor with a sleepy look on his face.
“Hey, Belphie,” you greeted, closing your book and setting it aside.
“MC, want to take a nap with me?” he asked, blinking slowly and yawning.
He looked so adorable that you almost wanted to coo at him, but you shook your head. “Not this time. I’m about to go hang out with Levi.”
He frowned. “Eh, alright. You’ve been spending a lot of time with him.”
You flushed and looked away. “Of course. That’s why I was so persistent in getting him to open up.”
Belphegor stared at you blankly before suddenly pinning you down, his face buried in your neck as he took a deep breath, seeming to search for something.
“Belphie? What are you doing?” you asked, frozen in shock.
“I can barely smell Levi on you. He hasn’t scented or claimed you yet,” he said, lifting his head with a smirk, his eyes smoldering.
“That doesn’t concern you,” you retorted with a frown.
He hummed, nuzzling your neck. “That means you’re free to claim. Just because you used to be lovers doesn’t mean you need to get back with him. He doesn’t even have the guts to make a move, much less claim you.”
You struggled against his grip on your wrist, frustration bubbling up as his unwelcome interference continued. “I’ve already told you that it doesn’t concern you,” you said sharply. “I’m not rushing Levi into anything.”
Belphegor scoffed and finally lifted his head, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of disdain and amusement. “Do you honestly believe he remained devoted to you?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery. “I’m sure Lucifer shared with you how unruly Leviathan became after his fall.”
He tilted his head, a sly, almost predatory smile curling his lips. “He took your purity, never claimed you, and then leaped from bed to bed after falling.”
Your grace stirred within you, an undercurrent of agitation flaring up, making your eyes glow faintly with the intensity of your emotions. “How do you even know about that?” you demanded, your voice tight with indignation.
Belphegor rolled his eyes with exaggerated exasperation. “About your purity? It was so obvious. The way you two looked at each other afterward, how suddenly shy and distant you both became—it was clear to everyone.”
Your face flushed with a deep, burning humiliation, and you hissed at him, “What he did after he fell doesn’t concern me. I refuse to judge him for his actions.”
“Such a paragon of forgiveness,” Belphegor said, baring his teeth in a mocking grin. “Staying true to your angelic principles.”
Defeated, you slumped, knowing there was no breaking free from his grip. “Why are you saying this?” you asked, your voice tinged with hurt. “You’re being unreasonably cruel.”
“Because I want you,” he said bluntly, his eyes flashing with an intense, frustrated desire. “I’m tired of watching you pine after Levi while he continues to act like an oblivious fool.”
You stiffened, your body tense with frustration and disbelief. “You know how I feel, and yet you’re saying this?”
Belphegor, undeterred, nuzzled your cheek with his nose, his touch both intimate and intrusive. “I’ll help you get over him,” he said softly, his breath warm against your skin. “I’ve wanted you since the Celestial Realm, but my brother got to you first.”
You remained silent.
“If Levi truly cared about you, he would have claimed you by now or at least marked you with his scent,” Belphegor continued, his hand sliding down from your wrist to caress your thigh. His touch was gentle but possessive. “I’m not afraid to be with you. I just want you to give me a chance.”
He leaned in closer, pressing his forehead against yours, the proximity making your breath catch. His lips hovered near yours, brushing lightly with each word. “Please, give me a chance.”
You looked into his earnest eyes, a side of him you hadn’t seen before since moving in with them. The vulnerability in his gaze was striking, and you found yourself conflicted. Belphegor’s forwardness was a sharp contrast to Leviathan’s aloofness, and it stirred a part of you that had longed for such assertiveness since Leviathan’s fall.
“Belphie, I—” Before you could finish your thought, Belphegor was abruptly wrenched away from you, leaving a cold shiver running down your spine.
Leviathan appeared in the doorway, transformed into his demon form, his eyes blazing with a fierce, wild intensity you had never witnessed. His presence was imposing, almost primal.
“Belphegor, how dare you try to take what’s mine,” Leviathan growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble as he advanced slowly toward Belphegor.
“Yours?” Belphegor retorted, his voice dripping with mockery. “She’s not yours. You haven’t claimed her; your scent isn’t even on her. She’s fair game.”
Leviathan’s expression darkened, his rage simmering beneath the surface. “You know our history and what she means to me,” he said, his tone dangerously calm.
“None of that matters now,” Belphegor shot back, his eyes narrowing defiantly. “You should have claimed her back in the Celestial Realm or at least when she arrived here. If you won’t do it, then I will.”
The tension reached a boiling point as Leviathan’s fist flew toward Belphegor, striking him with a forceful punch that sent him crashing to the floor. The sound of the impact echoed through the room.
You gasped in shock, your heart racing, and rushed forward, grasping Leviathan’s arm in a desperate attempt to restrain him. “Please stop,” you pleaded, your voice trembling with urgency. “Nothing happened. Let’s just go back to your room and talk.”
Leviathan’s body tensed, and with a sudden, jerky movement, he yanked you closer. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply, his growl growing louder and more intense as he took in your scent.
“He’s scented you!” Leviathan roared, his voice laced with a murderous fury as he glared at his youngest brother. His anger was palpable, a dangerous edge to his words.
The situation was rapidly escalating, and you clung to Leviathan, hoping your presence would calm him. He looked down at you with a fierce, determined expression, his teeth gritted. In a swift, almost brutal motion, he picked you up. You squealed in surprise, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and your legs around his waist.
You heard the commotion in the background, brothers rushing to the common room to check on Belphegor. Others peeked out from their rooms, only to see you clinging to Leviathan as he carried you to his room. The last thing you heard was a giggle before he slammed the door shut, effortlessly getting you off him and dropping you onto a pile of sheets and pillows on the floor, which softened the fall.
You looked up at him with wide eyes as he knelt over you, his presence both imposing and magnetic. Before you could say a word, he tore your nightgown off with a swift motion, leaving you in just your bra and panties.
“Levi!” you gasped indignantly.
He ignored you, his face burying into your neck with almost aggressive fervor, nuzzling and inhaling deeply as if trying to erase his brother’s scent from you.
You squirmed and whimpered as he began sucking and licking your neck, leaving a trail of marks in his wake. Your hands rested on his shoulders, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away from the overwhelming sensation.
“Be good and stay still,” he rumbled, his tail wrapping tightly around your waist, securing you in place. With one hand, he pinned your wrists above your head, his grip unyielding.
You whimpered but stilled. Though you weren’t opposed to what was happening, you knew you needed to talk before things went too far. Your mind fogged as his mouth trailed lower, marking the top of your breasts with the same intensity.
You barely noticed when he pulled down your bra enough for your breasts to spill over the cups. The coolness of the room made your nipples harden, and he wasted no time taking one into his mouth, sucking on the bud. He released your wrists and used his other hand to tweak your other nipple, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through you.
You whined, rubbing your thighs together as you felt your arousal grow. You could no longer ignore how wet your panties felt from his ministrations.
Leviathan finally lifted his head, his eyes dark with desire as he admired the marks he made from your neck to your breasts. He groaned at the sight of you—marked up, with rosy cheeks, teary eyes, bra tugged down, and tiny panties on, all while rubbing your thighs together.
He hadn’t even truly started, and you already looked absolutely wrecked.
“W-wait,” you stammered, placing your hands against his chest as he leaned down to kiss you, shaking your head.
He stilled, frowning. “Are you rejecting me?” His grip on your chin tightened as he leaned closer, his voice a low growl. “Because I don’t mind locking you up in here until you change your mind. You’re mine.”
Your breath hitched, and his words shouldn’t have turned you on as much as they did. “No, of course not. I just wanted to know what’s going to happen. You’ve been avoiding touching me this whole time, and now you’re not.”
He tilted his head, observing you like a predator ready to pounce. “I’m going to fuck and claim you. I was trying to ease you into things because of how long it’s been.” He gripped your thighs and spread your legs, his eyes darkening at the sight of the wet spot on your panties. “But I see I was mistaken in taking things slow. Too many pests want you, and I’d drown everyone before letting anyone else have you.”
“Belphegor should be glad he’s my brother because that’s the only reason I spared his life. There won’t be a second chance,” he continued, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra and tossing it aside once it came off.
“Once you claim me, Father and the Seraphim will know, and I’ll be banished,” you whispered, looking into his eyes.
“Yes, that’s the plan. From the beginning, you were supposed to be by my side,” he growled, still furious about how you were stopped from going with him. “But Simeon got in the way and stopped you.”
You winced, remembering the chaos after the Great Celestial War and your anger at Simeon until he explained his actions. “Simeon had my best intentions at heart. I was so much younger, and he was afraid I wouldn’t survive the fall.”
Leviathan scoffed. “He just wanted you for himself. He was always discreet, but his longing looks gave him away.”
You wanted to protest that it wasn’t like that with Simeon, but the words died in your mouth as Leviathan used his tail to rip your panties off. You gasped as the cool air hit your dripping core.
Now completely naked under Leviathan, you flushed and suddenly felt shy, especially after he licked his lips and his eyes dilated while spreading your legs wider.
“You know angels and demons claim each other differently,” you muttered, tugging on his shirt, wanting him to take it off. You didn’t want to be the only naked one.
He chuckled, tugging his shirt off and dropping it to the side. “Of course I’m aware, but you also know I can still make you my mate. Angels just aren’t allowed to do so; it’s instant banishment after judgment in the Celestial Realm.”
He cupped your cheek and pulled you into a smoldering kiss, deepening it by biting your bottom lip. You gasped, and his tongue invaded your mouth, coaxing yours to intertwine with his, making you whine.
You were lightheaded when he finally pulled away, a string of saliva the only thing connecting you.
His fingers trailed from your inner thigh to your soaking core, tracing a tantalizing path before he eased a finger into you. He pumped it slowly, his thumb simultaneously rubbing your clit in languid, torturous circles, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.
You mewled, your hips bucking involuntarily when he added another finger. He stretched you, his pace quickening slightly as he worked you open, his touch both gentle and demanding.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Leviathan groaned, his voice thick with desire as he kissed your neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses. His thumb circled your clit faster, his other hand finding its way to your breast. He pinched and pulled your nipple, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. The stimulation was overwhelming; you had only just started, yet you were already ready to cum.
“L-Levi!” you cried out, your nails raking down his back, leaving red marks in their wake. Your cunt fluttered around his fingers as he added a third, stretching you even further and making you gasp in surprise.
“That’s it, let go,” he muttered, his breath hot against your skin as he curled his fingers, hitting your sweet spot with precision. You arched your back, crying out as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your release gushing onto his fingers.
He withdrew his fingers from your cunt, eliciting a whimper from you, and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean with a satisfied moan. He was definitely going to devour you with his mouth and make you choke on his cock later, but for now, he needed to be inside you.
With a swift movement, he stripped off his pants, freeing his hard, leaking cock. He pumped it a few times, his eyes locked onto yours as you bit your bottom lip in anticipation. He was still so big and thick, the sight of him only making your desire burn hotter. The first time, he had been assertive but hesitant, yet now his confidence was evident, and it turned you on even more.
He flipped you onto your hands and knees, pulling your hips up and making you arch your back, presenting yourself to him. He rubbed his cock along your slit, coating himself in your slick before easing his way in. The stretch was intense, and you gasped, feeling so full as he filled you to the brim with a loud groan.
You had to remind yourself to breathe, gripping the sheets tightly as he started to move, his pace slow and measured to let you adjust to his size. Each thrust was deliberate, designed to drive you wild.
“Your cunt feels so good,” he panted, his voice strained as he fought to hold back from just pounding into you. He spread your cheeks, watching his cock slide in and out, mesmerized by the sight of your slick clinging to him, your cunt greedily trying to suck him in deeper. He cursed under his breath at the lewd sight.
He picked up the pace, setting a brutal rhythm as he relentlessly hit your g-spot. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the room, blending with your cries of pleasure and his guttural moans.
“S-so good,” you whined, bouncing your hips back to meet his thrusts, desperate for even more of him. Every nerve in your body seemed to be on fire, the pleasure coursing through you in waves, leaving you trembling and breathless.
Leviathan chuckled darkly. “What a dirty little angel. You like how I’m fucking you?” His voice was a low growl. He slammed into you with a hard, precise thrust, making you cry out in pleasure. “Just remember that I’m the only one who can make you feel like this. This cunt is mine.”
“Y-yes! Only yours!” Your voice was a high-pitched, desperate wail as your eyes rolled back in your head. He took a fistful of your hair and tugged hard, the pain mixing deliciously with the pleasure and making you clench tighter around his cock.
“Fuck, you’re such a slut. I was supposed to gently make love to you, but you really just wanted me to take you like the whore you are.” His words were laced with both amusement and possession as he moved your hair to the side, exposing the nape of your neck. He stared at the soft, vulnerable skin, knowing he was going to leave his mark there. His fangs extended as he increased the pace of his thrusts. His tail slithered around your body, the smooth, cool scales contrasting with your heated skin, and the tip of his tail circled around your clit, adding another layer of stimulation.
You let out a loud, lewd mewl, your body writhing under his touch as you slammed your eyes shut. You were teetering on the edge of orgasm, every muscle tense with anticipation. In a flash, your wings emerged, extending out as your halo shone brightly above your head, casting a soft, golden light.
Leviathan’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of your wings and halo, but he didn’t stop his relentless thrusting. The image in front of him was the epitome of sinful: pretty snowy white wings and a radiant halo out, all while you were being fucked dumb on his cock. He could already imagine how much more pretty it would be when those snowy white wings turned black and that shining gold halo transformed into horns.
“I-I’m cummin’!” You cried out as you gushed on his cock, trembling with tears in your eyes.
“I’m gonna cum in that messy little cunt while I claim you,” he growled, his voice thick with possessiveness. “No one will ever question who you belong to.” He leaned over you, his hot breath fanning over the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. With a powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, releasing his cum inside your velvety cunt accompanied by a loud moan. His mouth found the tender skin of your nape, and he bit down hard, drawing blood. You screamed, the mixture of pleasure and pain blurring together.
You felt an intense wave of emotion washing over you—his deep love and passion he was currently feeling. It flowed through you as you shakily exhaled. Finally, you were his, and he was yours.
He slowly withdrew from you, eliciting a soft whine from your lips at the sudden emptiness and sensitivity. Gently, he moved you onto your back and gathered you into his arms, cradling you against his chest.
He nuzzled into your hair, a deep rumble of contentment vibrating through his chest. A blush spread across his face as the reality of what had just happened hit him.
“I love you, Levi,” you whispered, your voice soft and sincere while intertwined your fingers with his.
“I-I love you too,” he stammered, burying his face in your hair to hide his face, making you giggle sweetly.
“Simeon should be on his way to take me to the Celestial Realm for my judgment,” you mentioned absentmindedly, your thoughts drifting to the inevitable. You knew your fate was sealed—you would become a demon, either through your Father’s banishment or slowly by Levi’s side. The Celestial Realm, with its rigidity when it came to rules, insisted on formal banishment for angels who mated outside their kind. It was simpler to comply than to risk them taking you by force.
Leviathan tightened his arms around you, his embrace desperate and firm. “I don’t want you to leave. You can just go through your change here,” he murmured.
“I know, I’d rather do that, but we both know how the Celestial Realm is. Either I go willingly or they’ll take me by force,” you replied, your voice soft and resigned. You tried to send soothing emotions through your bond, sensing his growing agitation. His growl at the thought of you being taken by force was low and menacing.
The two of you stayed cuddled together for a few more minutes, enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other’s presence. Eventually, you gently urged him to get up so you could both clean yourselves. Despite the ache in your heart, you knew it was futile to linger.
As you were lost in thought, a knock on the door startled you. Lucifer’s commanding voice broke through the silence. “MC, Simeon is here for you.”
Turning to Leviathan, you gazed deeply into his eyes, your hands clasping his tightly. “Will you be there to catch me when I fall?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly.
“Always,” he vowed, before crashing his lips against yours in a fierce, hungry kiss. The intensity of it left you both breathless.
Panting, you reluctantly pulled away, resting your forehead against his. Even as you separated, your hands remained intertwined. Together, you walked to the front door, where Simeon waited. He smiled at you, but his eyes betrayed the sadness he felt.
“Are you ready, MC?” Simeon asked softly, his voice laced with concern.
You nodded, turning to Leviathan for one last fleeting kiss. “I’ll see you soon,” you whispered, squeezing his hand before letting go and stepping to Simeon’s side. The two of you walked out of the house, moving towards Barbatos, who stood waiting with a solemn expression.
“Are you happy?” Simeon whispered, his hand twitching as if to cup your cheek. He stopped himself, knowing that right didn’t belong to him—perhaps it never had.
“Extremely,” you replied, smiling brightly. Simeon could only smile back, though the sorrow in his eyes was unmistakable.
You didn’t regret anything.
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Only a few days had passed, and now, judgment day had arrived. You could feel Leviathan’s agitation and panic even from afar. The only reason he hadn’t found a way to storm into the Celestial Realm was that he knew you were still alive.
You stood in front of your Father and the Seraphim with your head held high, your heart pounding as they read your so-called “sins.” The celestial court was silent, the weight of their gazes almost unbearable.
“Is there anything you wish to say?” Michael asked, his voice echoing through the grand hall. A look of soft fondness crossed his face so quickly that you almost missed it. He should have known this would happen when he sent you to the Devildom where Leviathan was. You would never understand why he did it, though.
“No,” you replied, your voice steady.
At your response, the floor beneath you started to shake. Cracks spidered out from where you stood, and the ground slowly crumbled away. You tried to keep your composure as the marble gave way under your feet, plunging you down.
And you fell.
You closed your eyes, feeling the wind whip past you, the burning pain starting as your halo melted into your scalp and your wings ignited, turning into fiery remnants of their former glory. Every fiber of your being was consumed by pain, yet you weren’t scared. You knew someone would be there to catch you.
Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a protective embrace. The fall slowed as Leviathan’s familiar presence enveloped you. He cushioned your descent, his body shielding you from the worst of the impact as you reached the ground.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he whispered in your ear, his voice soothing amidst the chaos. You could feel his desperation and relief, his resolve to keep you safe no matter what.
As he rushed you to the House of Lamentation, his pace urgent but careful, you clung to him, feeling the beat of his heart against yours. Despite the agony and the fear, you knew you had made the right choice.
You didn’t regret falling in love, and you didn’t regret falling from grace. Every moment, every sacrifice, had led you to this point. You would do it all over again, just to be with him.
Omg all the pervy Levi thoughts sounds so good!! I’m really interested in the stuck in the video game one though!
ahhhhh ok! i’m just gonna do a short lol thing for this but if you’re still interested i might have to make it a full fic 👀
“dear princess,” he laid you down on the bed. armour clattered against him as he moved. the gaudy rings and bracelets your character wore glowed throughout the darkness of the tower. who would’ve thought the devildom had a rapunzel video game story? “i ask for no reward,”
his sweet kiss made you smile. seeing leviathan so excited was your own happiness. even if that included slaughtering the dragons and people who had kidnapped you. “but, brave knight, how else can i thank you?”
his gloved hands undid the ties of your gown. you weren’t even surprised to find no underwear beneath, leviathan wasn’t the type to buy family friendly games of course. “allow me the time to feel you,” fingers trailed down your stomach. you felt weak in levi’s hold, stammering as his finger traced lower.
until it eventually flicked over your clit. you whines and leaned into the mattress. levi smirked, his hair a mess from fighting and temporary battle scars across his cheeks. he looked good. too good. “sir knight -“
“consider it my reward,” the first finger felt like sweet torture. almost bigger than normal. you were half waiting for him to combust on himself and let his tail work you instead. confidence was a good look on levi. “let your heroic knight have this.”
Levi who jerks himself off to a hentai where one of the characters looks like you. Oh how he wishes you were riding his thick cock, jerking his other one , not needing any lube because of how wet he already was
How he wishes you would use him like a toy, making him suck on your strap like its a real dick, praising him for being so good for you.
How he wished to be overstimulated by you till he shot blanks, but he would take it like the good boy he was.
Little did he know you knew of his perverted desires, waiting for the day he would muster up the courage to confess them to you.
the way i would die for leviathan: but specifically the version of leviathan that is an insecure dweeb who cums after a single touch and whimpers while trying to dominate you but hides the biggest dick in his sweatpants
that particular clip from lucifer’s fight with the first ever man to walk the planet—adam—had been playing for what seemed like ages now. it’s become background noise at this point, drowned out by the sinful whimpers of the king himself alongside the occasional creaking of the mattress.
“you were supposed to say— ‘fuck you up,’ my king,” you murmur close to his ear, peppering kisses down to his neck. lucifer was writhing beneath you, his knuckle almost turning white from how hard he’s holding onto your hand.
the intimacy during this heated session almost made him want to cry, if he wasn’t already getting ahead of himself.
“because the latter means something different, yes?”
lucifer nods to your question, struggling to meet your gaze. “y—yes— fuck—sorry, ‘m sorry—“ he doesn’t know what he’s apologizing for; maybe he knows that he made the mistake in the delivery of his message adam, which lead to you getting slightly jealous.
barely.
“don’t apologize,” you hush his apologies by picking up your pace a bit, eliciting a reaction so erotic that you might mistake lucifer for a pornstar. his back arched, drool pooling on the corner of his lips—too cockdrunk to even care how he looked in front of you.
“just enjoy yourself, yeah? you deserve it after the show you put on, my king.”
“uh huh. yes, aha—..! yn, i’m gonna—“
instead of lucifer doing the fucking, he’d prefer to be on the receiving end, not that anyone who heard him on the battlefield during the early extermination would ever know.
Lucifer getting so painfully hard and needy that he has to swallow his pride to press you to "Please! Please let him fuck you!" He's practically on his knees begging you. Bonus points if you play hard to get. If you manage to play your cards right, then he'll actually devolve to groveling on his knees, precum absolutely dripping from the head of his cock as he grabs at your hips in desperation. He always has to be the epitome of control, but he secretly lives for these times where he finally yields and lets you take the reins. A whole week of not having to worry about anything more than filling you to the brim? Yes, please.
You'll have Mammon going absolutely feral with the slightest brush against his chest or shoulders- He'll be so greedy for your touch that you won't be able to leave yours or his room; one of the other brothers having to bring food and water for you to consume during the small lucid breaks between his rounds of salacity. I hope your stamina is good because you're scarcely going to be let out bed for the next few days...
On the edge of practical insanity, Leviathan wants nothing more than to watch as you bounce yourself on his cock, the smack of your thighs against his pelvis being the most erotic thing he can imagine. He's nothing short of mesmerized by the jiggle of your thighs as you continue to slam down onto him. Mixing that with the purely pornographic expression and sounds you're letting trickle from your pretty lips has him bucking his hips into your with renewed vigor. He's almost envious for everyone else because they'll never get to see you like this. No, this sight is reserved for him and him alone...
Satan holds your wrists in a bruising grip behind your back as he pounds into you from behind; it's as if he's furious. Probably because he is- how dare you speak to that lowly demon? Don't you know your his? He's growling in your ear how "you belong to him" and how he'll "kill anyone for touching what's his". Your ass is red from the sheer force behind each thrust. You can't bring yourself to mind, though, not when the tip of his cock is brushing so deliciously against that special spot.
Your body molds together with Asmodeus in the most beautiful way. The lust filled air, hot and heavy as you work each other towards your crescendo. There's no work from Picasso or Van Gogh or Monet that can rival the pure art that is the the two of you during this week. He holds you just as close as you hold him as your hips roll rhythmically together. Hickies grace each of you in a constellation that traces out the testiment of you connection.
You're sticky with a mixture of sweat, cum, and all of the sweet drizzles Beelzebub used. He's grunting out the most obscene things you've ever heard as he rumbles about "how sweet you are for him". His tongue lapping up the remnants of the whipped cream he used earlier, the sweetness mixing deliciously with the salty, savory taste of your combined cum. His large hands holding you in place as he moves to lap up the bit of caramel still coating your aching slit. Don't even think about trying to shower- you're his for the taking this week and he wants to taste everything you have to offer...
It's the mixture of slow, deep thrusting and animalistic fucking that has you slowly losing your mind with Belphegor. The few hours of sleep you get are interrupted by his familiar weight settling in top of you as he slides home for the first time of many that day. The slow, tired rolls of his hips turn into rough thrusts that have his heavy balls slapping perfectly against your ass cheeks, the sound mortifyingly vulgar in the quiet early morning hours. His hands gripping yours in a way that almost makes this feel intimate in comparison to the carnal fucking that it actually is.
(I don't know what this is either... I wrote this instead of socializing at my family's 4th of July reunion 🥲🔫)
Reblogs are appreciated!🛐 Happy 4th to everyone who celebrates it🎉
Prompt; Mc/reader armed with the teaching Solomon decided to mess around with magical creations and like Icarus flew too close to the sun before falling... in their case fell victim to horniness.
Fandom: Obey me shall me date
Characters: Lucifer, Diavolo, and Satan
Genre: Smut (M)
Contains: protected sex, unprotected sex, dom reader, sex toys, pegging, and maybe voyeurism??
Contains: dubcon, unprotected sex, dom reader, sex toys, voyeurism??, and corruption kink.
Credit goes to @asmology. They have wonderful blog and written pieces. I was so in love with their charmed series and just wanted to try my hand at writing it myself. Please don't hesitate and check out their blogs.
[Obey me masterlist]
Prologue; After you had successfully enrolled in the sorcerers' academy and become Solomon's one and only apprentice after a couple of months. He had encouraged you to explore magical items and such. Due to many lonely and hot nights, you settled on magical items. Using your knowledge you created a life-like magical dildo/vibrator/ pocket pussy of your love interest. Unknowingly to you {or maybe knowingly you did but wouldn't admit it}it was also charmed with your love interest feeling whatever you did to it. lucifers is a little different from the rest.
Lucifer
"hmm!" lucifer moaned into the kiss. He hadn't expected you to join him in his shower. Your hand swiftly went cradle his head as you deepened the kiss. Your tongue quickly enters his mouth, as your body molds into his.
The mirrors were heavily foggy and the steam from the scorching shower could have burnt you, but you persisted in kissing his neck after bruising his lips.
"aren't you eager today?" he questions while you smooch his Adam's apple. Your mouth worked overtime over his body and your hands groped whatever was within reach.
Lucifer could feel his face go hot as you completely ignore him in favor of more time with his body.
"sadly I don't have enough time today, darlin-" he gasped as you bit into him, breaking his skin. You had mangled to trap him onto the shower wall, with your body between his legs. His cock was already awake with all the fondling you had done previously.
" I'll be quick."
" What you can't handle a human's touch?"
Lucifer's face looked at you indignantly, offended by the mere mention of your words. Oh no, you will not be injuring his pride so easily.
"nngh!"
The skin-slapping covered Lucifer's pants and moans. His fingers have long since pruned from the water. You were on top of him riding him. Your hand gripping his neck prevents him from completely breathing. Your wet hair had been pushed back from your face as you wanted to see a completely devastated Lucifer, tired and spent and most importantly fucked out. He looked like you had fucked over and out. His eyes glazed over but his eyebrows borrowed trying to concentrate on his oncoming orgasm
"I thought you didn't have time today?" You mocked him, out of breath but with a smirk. Clearly proud of yourself.
" i-I have a few minutes!"
" You said that like an hour ago? Should I stop, you might be late? Think you can handle not cumming Luci?"
"f-fuck." He was so close!!
Lucifer looked at you desperately
Could he handle it?
"i-i can't!!"
Lucifer gasps awake, completely disheveled. His hair sticking to his head. He feels his legs weak and his cock completely spent. He feels his clothing on himself and he looks around his surroundings. His pajamas felt wet and obviously, he had cummed in his sleep.
He's in his room, he must have dreamt about it.
That's what he thought until he saw you climbing onto his lap in nothing but your underwear and loose shirt.
"good morning Luci ~ How about we clear your schedule today?" You say after tearing a condom wrapper with your teeth. " I need more than a few minutes."
Satan
"ooh~" he moaned quietly into his pillow. He had locked himself in his room as soon as he felt the fingers touch him.
His bare ass was up in the air as he felt fingers shove back into his hole. It was overwhelming the pressure entering him and exiting. The feeling of his cock wrapped up snuggly in whatever you had made.
whatever this was strong magic strong enough to completely overwhelm his senses. His kitty headband pushed his hair back
" m-mc!" he whines out into the open "To- too much~"
Your fingers had been replaced by a smooth object, cold to the touch but could reach the deepest part of him easily.
His fingers gripped his sheets as you kept hammering away into his hole. His sheets had seen better days. he had soiled them with his cum and tore them up with his bare hands when the pleasure got to be too much.
"a~aah!"
"keep going baby, I know you can do it."
" i-its hard~!"
'he-he of course it is, but soon its going to all spill out, "
" f- yess~!'' He panted, he was extremely relieved that his brothers were gone. The pleasure was blinding him and he could no longer keep quiet. His room can only muffle so much.
"f-fuck~!"
Dia
His body was hot, the sheet covers were just barely covering him. The squelching sound filled the room as Dia struggled to keep control of his legs.
why was he so sensitive today?
He made a great decision sleeping naked today, he had hoped you would be sleeping with him but you had student council work that kept him from you but you promised that "it would feel like I'm right there."
his confined cock felt the walls spasm against his size. Clearly struggling to keep him all the way in. The swell of his cock kept being squeezed and could feel your spasming walls. Dia furrowed his eyebrows and panted. It was so like you to torture him so after spending half a day trying to catch up with your sex lives with both your sex lives.
The pace was enjoyable but every so often you would stop just when he was supposed to cum and just squeeze him, not letting him cum. He supposed this was his punishment for accidentally denying both of your orgasms when you were getting hot and heavy in his office at RAD because some random demon had a meeting with him. So you took it upon yourself to edge him. He can't do anything with blue balls, can he?
"nngh!"
He panted, his chest heaving heavily.
"p-please, I'm sorry. i- I can't think straight anymore! forgive me" Dia begged and begged. " I promise!"
His cock weeping for mercy, mercy you decided to mindfully give him since he begs so cutely.
"fuck yes! Than-thank you!!"
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>”i can’t fix them, but i could fuck them and maybe that would calm them down a bit.”
Om!Satan x afab!reader
CW: NSFW, MINORS DNI !! gn pronouns as always, established relationship, rough/angry sex, fingering, face sitting, penetration, dirty talk, scratching, pet names, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, LOTS of cussing, Satan is a bit of perv here, needy Satan dare I say?, both satan and mc are switches, mc is very mean but it’s okay cuz satan loves it
Word Count: about 2.75k
A/N: I’ve been reading a lot of afab fics and felt inspired. i also wanted to be as specific as possible to feed yall 🙏🏻 shout out to @mamsbaby for inspiring me to finally finish this draft, love your work <3
when you’re mad at others
“That fucking cunt!” You swore, tossing your keys and bag somewhere in the entrance hallway.
Satan could hear you all the way from the common room, making his ears perk up and slowly close his book. He knew you were mad long before you got here, feeling the wrath burn hot on the back of his neck where your shared pack mark lied. He touched the back of his neck again, slowly beginning to get up as you entered the room.
He watched you grunt and sigh angrily, your brows furrowed as you plopped yourself down on the couch with an angry breath. He couldn’t help but feel amused by this, trying his best not to smirk as he got up behind you and began to rub your shoulders. “What happened, dear?” He asked you, sounding sweeter than honey as he intently listened to you vent. “Fucking Mephisto! He always prances himself around like the arrogant bastard he is. Always talking down to me and judges me for trying to get him to cooperate when he’s being a fucking cunt!” You began to raise your voice louder the more you talked, getting riled up again after wanting to wind down. Satan could barely keep his hands on you with the way you thrashed your arms as he spoke.
He tried his best to act civilized, to be a loving partner and work you through your anger but man, he couldn’t help but love it. You were usually such the patient type, so seeing you get angry like this really turned him on. He bit his lip and tried not to keen as his hands began to work on your shoulders again. “Is there anything I could do to make you feel better?” He asked, deciding not to egg you on but he wanted to so badly just to keep hearing you scream and furrow your eyebrows like that. He was a gentleman, truly, but he wanted nothing more than have you take it out on him.
“You could shut up and keep those hands busy.” You snapped at him, not knowing what came over you as you barked orders at him. Yes. He thought, now really getting excited at how you bossed him around. He didn’t say a word as his hands kept massaging your shoulders, wanting to relieve your tension in more ways than one. “I didn’t fucking say to keep massaging my shoulders, did I?” You snarled at him, glaring at him angrily yet hungrily as you spread your legs apart for him to get the hint. Fuck, now he’s hard.
He immediately dove right in, cupping the side of your face from behind as he began to kiss the side of your neck and jawline as his other hand trailed between your legs. He’s thanking any and all supernatural and celestial forces for the fact the two of you are home alone right now. He’s completely consumed by you, his lips eagerly sucking and biting marks into your skin as his fingers twitch and fumble with the button of your pants. “Fuck.” He curses himself, grunting frustratedly as he finally undos the front of your pants and slips his hand down your underwear. The two of you groan in unison as his hand eagerly work at your sex. You throw your head back against his shoulder as he works at your clit with his fingers and your neck with his mouth.
“Tell me what more you want…” He breaths out desperately against your skin, wanting to whine from how wet you feel. It’s rare for him to be so submissive but he loved to please you, loved to feed into your desires no matter how fucked up it might be. You grunt and growl from the feeling of his fingers rubbing hard and desperate circles into your cunt, your brows furrowed as your hand grips at his wrist. “Just keep doing that… get me off…” You growled softly, your attitude dying down as your voice grew quieter and more desperate. He wanted to fuck you so bad and you off as many times as you wanted however much you wanted.
His fingers prodded at your entrance, slipping two of his fingers in so easily despite the resistance your pants were giving him. He wanted to moan so loudly as he felt how well your walls were sucking him in already. “Fuck, let’s go to my room, please.” He whined into the crook of your neck, wanting nothing more than to ravish you there. His cock straining against his trousers, hissing when he tried his hardest not to grind his hips into the back of the couch. He was even more frustrated at the fact he couldn’t feel you against him right now. “Make me cum and maybe you’ll get what you want.” You growled back at him, your breaths becoming heavier and more baited as his neediness turned you on even more.
It was so rare for the two of you to be in the reverse role of this. Usually it was him angry fucking you to take out his frustrations and you so needy for more but now it was the opposite, and it made you so power hungry. Your small growls and grunts soon turned into whimpers as you felt that familiar knot in the pit of your stomach begins to form. You grip even tighter at his wrists as he ferociously finger-fucks you, your nails digging into his skin as you get closer to your climax. “Fuck, baby…” You groan languidly and his cock twitches from the first sweet nickname you’ve given him all evening. His mouth parts as he slowly sinks his teeth into you, keeping his fingers pumping in and out of you at the same pace as he feels your sex begin to twitch. You buck your hips up at the action, hissing at the feeling of his fingers moving in and out of you so easily. You bite down at your bottom lip harshly, rolling your hips up to meet his hand as your thighs twitch from how close you were. Satan kept nibbling and sucking at your neck, his breath growing heavier as he felt you clench and tighten around his fingers. He worked you at just the right pace, making you finally release all the tension that had been building up inside you. He had taken some of the stress away but it still wasn’t enough. Your skin felt burning hot as he slowly pulled his hand out from underneath your jeans, breathing heavily against your neck.
You could still feel the burning desire deep within you, making growl in frustration once again as you couldn’t stand feeling this needy. You got up from the couch and dragged Satan by the wrist for him to follow. “Back to my room?” He asked you with a slight smirk on his face, feeling dazed over what just happened and what was going to keep happening. “Yup. I’m going to ride your face until I’m satisfied.” You told him bluntly, not looking back at him as the two of you reached his room. That sentence alone really sent him over the edge, his head spinning as he already knew how pussy drunk he was going to be in a matter of seconds.
It wasn’t long after the two of you made it back to his room, immediately stripping off your shirt and pants as he did the same. He had even less patience than you did, immediately grabbing your hips the moment you rid yourself of your bottoms and dragged you on top of him as he fell back on the bed. “Need you… need to taste you…” He whined as he manhandled you towards his head. Your heart raced faster in your chest as your thumbs hooked underneath the elastic of your underwear in an attempt to get rid of them as he settled you over his face. Satan was quicker than you, his nail digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he ripped your underwear off of you just to dive nose-first straight into your sweet pussy.
You let out a languid cry, gasping for air as your body involuntarily jumped up from the sudden stimulation. Satan just growled and grabbed your hips even tighter to pull you back down towards his face. He was so focused on pleasing you while also selfishly determined to make you cum more times than you could count just to satiate your need and anger from today. His tongue prodded at your entrance, circling it up towards your folds as he lapped up your wetness just for his lips to meet your clit. You let out a harsh cry, feeling his lips nip at your clit, causing you to grasp his hair tightly as your thighs began to tremble. He was enthralled by you, his fingers digging harshly into the fat of your thighs and hips just to keep you in place. He felt so greedy as his tongue traveled back down towards your entrance to taste the source of your arousal. He couldn’t help but growl and whimper underneath you as lust coursed through his veins. His head moving up slightly so his nose could bump against your clit. The feeling of his tongue exploring you from the inside made you moan loudly and tremble as your hips involuntarily ground against his nose, chasing your high.
He loved the way you were still taking control, grasping onto his hair to move his head to latch onto your cunt at the right angle while your hips rode his face to chase your high at your own pace. He loved all of it, determined to satiate you until you forgot that you were angry in the first place. His tongue and lips hungrily moved against you, still keeping a keen ear out for each of your reactions. You moaned the loudest whenever his tongue or nose caught onto your clit and he took advantage of that. He moved his arm to wrap around your hips and waist, his lips latching onto your clit to suck at it hungrily while his free hand came up to insert to of his fingers back inside you.
You screamed in ecstasy from the overwhelming stimulation, your hips bucking up slightly to involuntarily get away but he wouldn’t let you leave, keeping his arm wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you close to his lips as he worked you towards your climax. It wasn’t long after he began to pump his fingers in and out of you as he sucked on your clit that you finally fell apart for him, whining and crying out his name as your thighs trembled from the ecstasy.
He gave you no room to breathe and come down from your high as he grabbed you again with both of his hands and guided you back down towards the bed as he got on top of you, trapping himself between your legs. His face glistened with sweat and your arousal. His face was flush and his pupils were blown wide with lust. He brought one of your hands up to his lips, pressing kisses into the palm of your hand as his cock rutted against your wet folds. “You still need me?” He asked breathlessly, still having some form of self control as he made sure you still wanted more. Your head spun from the lust and pleasure as his shaft ran through your folds repeatedly. All you could do was nod your head in affirmation, your hand reaching up to scratch down his back from underneath his arm.
Your permission sent him into a frenzy as he quickly sheathed himself inside of you in one quick motion. You cried out from the sudden intrusion, your hand clawing down his back as he begun to thrust in and out of you at a rough pace. He released your hand, instead grabbing onto both of your legs to wrap around his hips, caging him in and allowing him to reach all of your sensitive spots at a better angle. Your thighs squeezed around him as both of your hands clawed at his back and shoulders, having you whine and cry out in ecstasy as he fucked you through your overstimulation.
Your growls and grunts of frustration soon turned into mewls and whimpers of pleasure all while his own growls and moans got louder from how good you felt. He could lose himself in your pussy everyday if he could, just loving the way your walls twitched and clamped around his cock. Your sinful cries of pleasure made his head spin as he lost control of himself, fucking himself into you with little to no restraint as he brought you to another climax. You whined and dug your fingers into his back repeatedly, leaving angry red marks along his skin. He captured your lips in a bruising kiss, muting your whines of ecstasy as he came inside of you. He couldn’t help but sloppily bit at your lips, growling softly as his thrusts slowly came to a stop. The feel of his release inside of you made your walls clamp around him, milking him for all he’s worth as his hips came to a halt after riding out both of your highs.
He pulled away from your lips, panting heavily as his forehead came to rest against yours while he remained nestled inside of you, reveling in the way your cunt was still twitching around him. “Feel better…?” He finally asked, his voice raspy and his breath hot against your skin as he pressed kisses all over your face and down your neck once again. You sighed dreamily from the pleasure, your body slightly shivering as his lips traveled down your arm. Even despite how roughly he handled you, you still felt a need burning deep within you that persistently lingered. “I could go one more round…” You muttered softly as your hand ran through his hair to tuck some of his bangs behind his ear. His eyes immediately snapped open at your words, not hesitating for a single second as he began to rock your hips against you once more.
Although he never spoke the words aloud, he meant it when he said he was ready to get you off as many times as you needed until you were finally satisfied. And that he did just that as he fucked you for hours on end, any way you wanted it just to see you satisfied. It was why he got so turned on whenever you were angry, because there was a promise that he would spend hours in bed with you if it meant you felt better at the end of the day.
cw: oral (fem receiving), simeon x afab!reader, smut, fluff
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You’re sitting on the edge of your bed as Simeon’s on his knees in front of you. He places his hands on your soft thighs, looking up at you, as you look away from his gaze.
“Oh love you’re blushing like a rose”, he said, softly. He takes one of his hands placed on your things and brings it to cup your face. “Won’t you look at me mc?”, hesitantly, you look down at the ethereal man in front of you and bite your lip. He’s running his fingers up and down your inner thighs, ever so slightly touching your core and pulling away.
“S- Simeon please don’t tease me”, you whined out. He smirked up at you and sighed, “ I suppose I’ve kept you waiting for long enough, let me indulge you my princess.” And with that he swiftly moved your panties to the side, and slid a finger in, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure.
“ You’re so wet for me”, Simeon mused. He kept lazily fingering you until he heard you whine for more, and that’s when he started lapping at your pussy like a starved animal. “ you’re a-ah! s-so gooood,” you moaned out, causing him to chuckle.
He ducked in your clit while scissoring your insides, he could feel you getting closer. “Cmon sweet girl, give it to me, you can do it I know you can,” he said, egging you on. That’s when Simeon felt your walls clamp down on his digits and panted and shook your body.
Simeon pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean, the sight making you blush . “You taste divine, as always.”
He got up from his knees and kissed your lips, passionately. “ I love you Simeon,” you said with love in your eyes.
“I love you too, my rose.”
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a/n: anon this was such a cute idea, thank you so much for requesting it! i hope you guys enjoyed and thank you so much for reading !
[ Scenario: After a sweet and short date, Lucifer gets a l'il greedy and wants to spend some more time with you. With cuddles straight into caring sex, Lucifer wants to savor every moment.
Part 1 is fluff; Part 2 is fluffy smut. ]
I am publishing before my self-imposed due date for once, but it comes at the price of two parts. Here's to all the vanilla Luci-lovers <3.
Wordcount - 1178
“I was just thinking about getting...” What—Where the hell did he go?! you think as you look for Lucifer through mounds of antiques. Bizarre china, paintings, books, borderline ancient tools, rusty plant holders, old clothes, and no sign of your (stupid) boyfriend. He was right next to me! you think, annoyed as you wander back through the way you came.
“Look at this,” you hear him say, before you feel his hand around yours—half-shocking you to death—before he drags you in the direction he's been looking. A wall full of pans. What in the ninth hell is he… “It’s Dead Steel,” he explained, hefting one such pan off the wall before he placed it into your hands and nearly made you drop to the floor in the process. He laughed softly as you struggled to hold it, shaking as you carefully set it down onto a dangerously creaking floorboard.
“And… And why is that so fascinating?” you ask, trying to conceal your exasperation with him, and he turned to look at you, bemused.
“It’s Dead. Steel,” he said, again, before he effortlessly swung the pan up by the handle and inspected the engraving. “The Devildom long fazed out of using it because the material is highly resistant to being enchanted. It’s heavy, it’s damn near indestructible, great for hitting people…” He flipped the pan over, fascinated as his burgundy eyes roved over it. “I haven’t seen one of these in thousands of years.” His eyes widened at the dark red, nearly invisible squiggle on the bottom. “Wait, this is my pan. I was wondering where that went.”
“...you really are an old man,” you can’t help but snicker. To think he was so old that his possessions were ending up in antique shops that sold only items that were at least 500 years old.
“Oh, shut up, you,” he grunted. “You aren’t even the sperm cell that squirted from your father’s penis.” You find yourself furtively looking around while you cringe, hoping to low hell that no one heard that.
“Lucifer!” you scold, and he chuckled.
“Aw, does this old man embarrass you?”
“Yes, but more importantly, please do not talk about my father’s genitals.” Some things are better left to the imagination, although Lucifer hasn’t quite seemed to grasp that concept yet.
“You started it,” he hums, apparently pleased with your reaction nevertheless as he takes the 25 kilo pan in one hand. Child. He is actually a child, you complain in your head as he swings the handle on one finger. I guess he’s buying it. And how is he doing that? “MC, if you don’t pick something, I will buy something for bed,” he teases, picking up a cat o’ nine tails and shaking it tauntingly at you.
“Now that you mention it, I was very interested in something before you ran off, thank you,” you answer shortly before you take him by the hand instead, dragging him back to where you had been roaming before he went and disappeared, shoving him in front of a small, glass case. Lucifer’s eyes widen, and his leather-gloved hands rest lightly on the case.
“You really will melt my heart one of these days, MC,” he says solemnly, confusing you as you look back at the case. It’s just a pair of fountain-tipped pens that were completely unremarkable aside from what appeared to be two different snakes wrapped around them. One was the color of the ocean, and the other was the color of the sky. It wasn’t one ocean or one sky, because the snakes’ scales had been painted one by one into a satisfying gradient.
“Is it because they’re cheap?” you guess, and Lucifer shakes his head as he takes the glass case with a faint yet bittersweet smile. Reminiscing, but it’s not the same. Did I find a precious memory by accident?
“No, not at all,” he replies as he takes the case with him, still faintly smiling as he brings both items to the register, paying for them both (He got a discount just because of who he was. Bastard).
“So are you going to tell me?” you prod as he hands the case to you, turning the pan in his hand as he walks in the direction of home with you. “Did you own these too?” He inclines his head. So he just bought back two old possessions. I’m almost surprised he didn’t demand that he receive them for free.
“I gave them to Lilith as a gift,” he replies wistfully. O-Oh. Wow. Out of all the pens in the world I could pick… “I never really liked the man whom she would eventually call her husband, but I wasn’t stubborn enough that I couldn’t see how happy he made her. I gave them to her so that they could write to each other discreetly.” His tenderness, his kindness and his rich smile in that moment make you remember exactly why you fell in love with this prideful little bugger.
“So… it’s a fond memory,” you clarify, and Lucifer softly chuckles behind his fist, his eyebrows scrunching together as he walks next to you, his step slow as if he never wanted to stop walking with you.
“Fond, stupid, sweet… she actually argued with me about it because she said I’d be punished too if she was caught using them. I ended up yelling at her.” Lucifer smiles a little bitterly. “I would have rathered that God held me responsible as her older brother…?” Lucifer glances at you in confusion as you shake your arm in pain. “MC, did you just hit me?”
“Really need to make it a habit to use magic to protect myself when I do that,” you grumble to yourself, rubbing your elbow, which had made contact with his oblique. Like elbowing a wall, Jesus... “Yes, I hit you. You’re doing the thing again. What’d we talk about?”
“‘You are not at fault for your sister’s death, you do not deserve to be punished for your sister’s death, and no one blames you for your sister’s death. God can eat shit and go fuck himself,’” Lucifer parroted, word-for-word.
I’m happy you remember, but you really should be saying that from a first-person perspective... “I’m sorry. I know she’d hit me herself just the same. It’s just… difficult sometimes.” Lucifer shifted the pan to his other hand and offered his now-free one to you. You squeeze the glass case in your left before you lay your right in his, smiling with contentment as he looks at you fondly. “All the more reason to prize the things I have.” He gave you a surprise kiss on your temple as he leaned closer to you. “I have a meeting with Diavolo in half an hour, but…”
“But?” you prompt, and he rests his head against yours.
“If… you’re not busy, then we’re cuddling up somewhere.”
“Big softie,” you accuse lightly before you kiss his cheek. ‘If you’re not busy’; what a load of nonsense, you think with a smile. He already knows I don’t have anything to do today. I guess Diavolo’s just going to have to wait…
genre: obey me, established relationship, ch. 50-3, smut [18+]
summary: You and Mammon go on a trip where you share a room and it's almost like you're on your honeymoon.
wc: 1.4k
warnings: spoilers from ch. 50-3, dialogue from ch. 50-3, marking (hickeys, scratching), unprotected sex, slight possessiveness, breeding kink,
date: February 25, 2024
“Hey, check it out! We’ve got ourselves a really nice room here, huh?!” Mammon exclaims as he looks around the room. “Yep. The two of us should be able to fit on there with plenty of room to spare! Like, we are gonna be sharin’ the bed, right?”
“Yes, it’ll be like our honeymoon,” you grin, loving when Mammon blushes.
“Well, before we can go on a honeymoon, there’s other stuff that needs to happen first… like y’know… the… um… proposal… and stuff?” Mammon bites his bottom lip, lashes fluttering as he tries his best to hide his bashfulness. The fact that you would want to honeymoon with him, much less marry him, sends him into a spiral of happiness. After all, he is your first man, and knowing you’re both on the same page, though a little too soon, makes his demon heart skip a beat.
“Right now it’s just you, me, a bed, and no one to bother us.” Mammon’s gaze darkens, tingles running down your spine as he takes a step forward and then another. “Like, there’s only one thing to do at a time like this, right?”
You nod, licking your lips. The action doesn’t go unnoticed by the demon. He cups your face gently, eyes sparkling as they meet yours.
“So what would you say if I went ahead and kissed you now, baby?” Mammon asks softly.
“I’d say, go for it,” you respond moments before his lips press to yours. Your hands rest on his shoulders while he tugs your body toward him, his hands resting on your hips. A groan escapes him, his tongue pushing past the seam of your lips to meet with yours.
“Mammon,” you moan his name when his lips trail downwards toward your neck. He knows Lucifer will be upset to see his mark on your body, but for all he cares, he can rot. Mammon focuses on you, his lips sucking and nipping at the column of your throat as your hands slide underneath his shirt, tugging at the hem to tug it off him.
Mammon chuckles at your enthusiasm. He strips down to his boxers immediately. He smirks when you gush over him, pushing him onto the bed to straddle him.
“So pretty for me, baby.” He coos as he grabs handfuls of your ass, pushing your hips down on his erect cock.
“Fuck,” you curse, kissing him to muffle the rest of your moans as his skillful, greedy hands undo your bra beneath your top, just to take both off to pile on the floor beside his clothing.
He admires your bare chest, licking his lips before they wrap around a pert nipple. His teeth gently tug on the nipple, sucking before he turns to the other. His hands are occupied with the button of your jeans, tugging them down to your knees before helping you out of them.
When you’re left in your panties, he flips the both of you so you’re lying on your back beneath him. His hooded gaze sends warmth between your thighs as he kisses you deeply, almost sucking the soul out of you as he slots himself between your legs. You wrap them around his hips, pulling him closer until his chest is pressed to yours.
“Fuck me, Mammon. I need your fat cock to split me open,” you plead and he nearly loses his load. He kisses you instead, his hands greedy for your skin.
You grind against him, lips attached to his.
“Baby,” he rasps. His hands move over the small of your back. Your hands tug his boxers down his legs. He kicks them off when they reach his ankles.
Your panties get pushed to the side as his fingers rub your clit just to hear the angelic sounds that escape you. It’s not the first time the two of you have gone this far, but few and far between are the moments of solace and privacy the two of you get. If one of his brothers doesn’t have their hands on you, it’s Solomon or Diavolo.
“Fuck,” Mammon curses when he feels just how wet you are for him. He rips your panties off you, a hunger brewing deep in his belly.
“Let me ride you,” you say in between kisses. Mammon’s guttural groans were muffled by the column of your throat. His large hands grip your hips. Your giggle fills the space between you as you wrap your hand around him, squeezing to make him curse.
“Baby,” he whines as his nails dig into your hips. You smile as you stroke him a few more times before sinking onto him.
“Mammon!” You gasp, one hand on his chest as you seat yourself on him, biting back a scream that would rock the train.
“Just like that!” Mammon grunts as his hands grab your ass. You feel so full, your eyes squeeze shut as your heart bangs against your rib cage.
Mammon grabs a handful of your hair to pull you down, his lips capturing yours in a mind-numbing kiss that makes your toes curl and your body arch. His other hand grabs your ass greedily as his tongue meets yours.
You moan against his lips, your hips grinding on him as you clench around him.
His hold on you tightens, cursing as he trails kisses to your jaw then your neck.
Fuck it all, he thinks. Lucifer can hang him in the hall for weeks if he chooses but having his mark on your body will be worth it.
The thought makes his dick twitch as he spins you around so you’re beneath him.
“Baby!” You squeal in surprise as he kisses you deeply. His hands grip your tits, kneading them and gently tugging on the nipples as you bite his bottom lip before pulling away to catch your breath.
Mammon kisses his way down your body, leaving deep purple marks on your tits and hips until he grabs both of your legs to throw over his broad shoulder. You grip the sheets beneath you as he kisses your ankle.
“So wet for me,” he murmurs as he fucks into you. His name sounds so sweet as it spills from your lips every time he thrusts into you.
Your body melts into a hot sticky puddle of love and lust as he fucks you.
There’s no need to restrain yourself with him. The two of you are free to moan and curse each other's name, hold hands, and be a couple on this trip. You’re free to imagine you’re away on your honeymoon without any interruptions.
“I love you,” you tell him as he slows to grind on you, his cock stuffing you full and reaching places he’s only dreamed of doing.
Your hands cup his face, and he turns his head to kiss your wrist. His white hair falls over his eyes, and he shakes it away with a soft grin.
“I love you too, Treasure. More than you can ever imagine,” and he means every word as he laces your fingers together.
Mammon can imagine a future with you at his side. His ring on your finger, his marks on your skin, and you carrying all his children.
The thought of you round with his spawn does something to him. He feels electrified as he locks eyes with you before they roam to your stomach.
As if possessed, he slams into you again and again, his fingers rubbing your clit as you drag your nails down his broad muscular back.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that,” he praises as he fucks you harder, your moans filling the room as they rise in octave and your cunt tightens around him just as your toes curl and his name escapes you one more time before euphoria consumes every bit of you.
Mammon is following behind, cursing when the last image he pictures is you heavily pregnant knowing it’s his spawn. Not Lucifer’s and certainly not Diavolo’s.
His.
Your first man.
“Fuck, Treasure,” he grunts one last time as he cums deep inside you again and again until he is panting, a sheen of sweat on his forehead as he presses it against you.
Mammon kisses your lips gently before he pulls out of you.
“Love you,” he whispers as he lies beside you, his large hand on your hip as you roll on your side to face him.
“Come here,” he commands as he lifts your leg to wrap around his hip.
“I love you, baby. So much,” you whisper as you kiss his chest.
Mammon caresses your cheek gently. One day he will have everything he can imagine with you, and the thought fills him with joy.
