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I’ve spent almost my entire weekend working on a simple floor plan for the House of Lamentation. I was trying to write some dumb fanficiton, realized that I had absolutely nothing concrete to anchor these characters to, and that was a problem for me.
Internet searches left me empty-handed. I found a lot of impressive Sim houses, but they didn’t really give me what I was looking for. So, I came to conclusion that I was going to have to make my own.
There are a lot of small, often contradictory details about the HOL that made this a pretty daunting task at first. Then I just said fuck it and rolled with the punches. I took my liberties to make something that worked for me - and hopefully, it can work for you, too!
I like to imagine that my MC self actually did take time to create a map like this for her own benefit - and to the benefit of anyone else who might need it. (Potential spoilers ahead + map is not to scale)
AN OVERVIEW:
I took the time to scan my original drawings and upload them in a way that’s easier to read, (hopefully). From here, I’ll start from the Underground Tomb, and work my way up. The individual levels can be found under the cut:
Okay so here is what I think I have figured out about Ruri Tunes so far. This info may be incorrect, but these are my current best guesses.
INTRO:
Ruri Tunes is the main story lessons like dance battles were before. This is all about Normal Mode as I have not really touched Hard Mode yet.
Before you start your battle it shows what your estimated Rank will be at the top with the cards you have equipped and if you have any items to boost you. You can get a higher or lower rank depending on your performance than the estimated one. You can get at least one rank higher if you do well. You can obviously get a much lower score if you miss everything.
BOOSTS:
Flower Staffs (Shovels)- these boost your power and therefore points. There are different kinds.
Magical Scores (Music Notes)- these help with devil tree item drops.
Azuki-Tan Wallet- these help with grimm.
I assume the grimm and devil tree items refer to the rewards for completing the level. This is not verified though.
GAME PLAY:
Unless you change the settings:
Tap on the left side to jump/attack high.
Tap on the right side to attack low.
Long tap (hold the tap) to do the long bars.
Tap both at the same time to do the middle attack. This can also be a hold or a tap as needed.
To collect a gift while doing a long bar tap the opposite side at the correct time while still holding your long tap.
I recommend not changing your settings and tapping at the bottom of the screen with your thumbs. If you tap higher you may obscure parts of the level making it harder to do well.
To change settings:
Prepare for battle
Click the gear with the music note
Go to controls
But again, I do not personally recommend it.
COMBOS:
To get a combo you can't miss. If you miss the combo resets. Your combo score at the end is your longest streak of not missing. To get a combo finish reward you can't miss for the entire level. You do not need to get perfect or great for every single one to get a combo finish.
The rainbow circles with Karasu definitely count as a miss if you don't hit it.
FEVERS:
The gifts I don't think count, but I'm not completely sure.
The fever meter goes up as you hit the rainbow circles with Karasu on them. When it's full the scene seems to change. I assume you get more points per attack during this time. People have also mentioned they feel like the level speeds up at that time. Neither of those things are verified at this time. But I do know the rainbow circles feed the meter.
MISC:
The gift boxes have a fish or Azuki-tan pop out when you get them. I don't know what this is for.
The small sliding arrow on right above the score meter seems to be a level timer.
Every lesson has a requirement for what you need to score on all the battle nodes in order to unlock the bonus story parts.
There seems to be Hard and Exteme Mode battles on the bonus areas in the lesson. This is also where you would grind for card pieces.
You can still close the game if you're doing bad and it will resume when you open it back up.
I do not think it consumes extra items or AP but I haven't actually verified this.
I'm guessing that you get points for each successful attack- more for perfect and less for nice. These points then fill the meter up. Higher lessons or greater difficulty lessons seem to require more points to get the good score ranges. Stronger cards probably give more points per attack. The estimate score is probably if you did mostly great hits. BUT ALL OF THIS IS GUESSWORK.
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For a second there, Lucifer had thought he heard you say-
"I said I wanted you to spank me!"
Okay...so he did hear you correctly. Well he certainly never imagined he would ever hear such a request. And from you no less, but you always manage to surprise him. He observed your flushed features, making note of how cute and embarrassed you look after you said it. He thought for a moment before speaking, "Alright, come here."
He motioned for you to come stand in front of him. You followed his command and gasped when you felt his gloved hands touch your thighs. They traveled up to your shorts where he grabbed the hem of them and started pulling them downwards.
Your face heated up as your shorts along with your underwear slid down off your butt and down your legs.
Lucifer said nothing, but a smirk was on his lips when he put his hands on your waist next.
"Sit," he commanded and you found yourself sitting on his lap, facing him. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, and Lucifer laid back a bit in his chair, making you stick your butt out a bit more.
You felt a bit embarrassed and self conscious to be sitting in his lap with your bare bottom out but it was what you wanted.
"Ah!," you squealed when you felt leathery hands firmly grasping at your cheeks, kneading them as if they were fresh dough. You let out a whine, feeling a shock go through your body as the Avatar of Pride massaged your ass.
You never thought it would be like this. And strangely enough, it felt good but that feeling was soon replaced with one that was a burning, stinging sensation as a leather hand made fierce contact with your exposed bottom. You gasped and bit your lip as the sensation spread through your body and flowed straight to your core. Shivers went down your spine and your back arched, causing you to accidentally grind down on Lucifer.
That, of course, earned you another smack. This time a moan did escape you and the low sound of Lucifer's sadistic chuckling reached your ears. Your eyes met his and you saw amusement and lust has settled into those red eyes of his. You forgot how piercing and beautiful they were but you didn't get a chance to admire his ruby eyes when you felt 2 more blows colliding on the surface of your ass.
"Should I give you some more? I'm thinking I should spank you until your ass is red and showing my hand print," he tells you, enjoying the blissful look on your face. He rubs your bottom in a circular motion, as if trying to soothe the pain, but he smacks it again, a little harder.
He knew you could feel his growing bulge, but he was too caught up in his enjoyment with spanking you to take you right then and there.
Your sweet moans were like music to his ears. When you felt you were getting a bit too loud, you covered your mouth to muffle them, but that irritated the Avatar of Pride. And so he delivered swift justice in the form of 3 slaps on each of your cheeks until you uncovered your mouth.
"I won't none of that," he warned, his eyes glaring at you. "You wanted me to do this, so, in return, I want to hear you, understand?"
"Y-yes, sir," you stammered, squeaking when you felt him kneading the plump of your ass once more and feeling his lips upon your neck. You bit the bottom of your lip as you trembled in his lap. You knew your sex was likely leaking past this point, possibly even making quite the mess on Lucifer's pants.
No doubt that he hasn't noticed, but feeling his clothed erection grinding against you, you knew you weren't leaving his office any time soon.
((I hope you guys enjoy this! I've been working and tweaking it for months!))
It had been a while since you had come to the Devildom- 8 months, to be exact. And in that time, you had little to no time to yourself- instead always with one of the seven rulers of Hell by your side. Not that you complained, of course, but.... 8 months was a long time to go without some personal time.
Your hands were a little shaky, as was your body; you had found a place somewhere between cold and aroused, to the point of trembling even under your blankets.
Another breath.
There must have been something about the atmosphere here in the Devildom, because you were finding it difficult to control yourself. You tried to keep quiet, only letting out a few mewls as your fingers dragged across your slick entrance and teased your clit.
8 months was a long time to go without relief, for someone as horny as you.
It had been ok, for the first few months. The shock and excitement taking precedence over your libido, until you finally got comfortable with your current situation in the Devildom. After that, however.... it was agonizing.
Your middle and ring finger rubbed slow circles into your clit; your head rolled back into the soft pillow of your bed as you reveled in the pleasure. Of course, you couldn't keep such a slow pace for long, and your hand started to speed up. You could hear the slight squelching noises of your incredibly wet cunt with every circle you drew, too lost in arousal to care about the noise.
Having 7 male roommates made it difficult for you to find time to give yourself relief. Even after 8 months of living here, there was always something getting in your way.
And after 8 months, the tension had built up to the point where you could hardly stand it. You were constantly horny; wet dreams plagued your sleep, your mind wandered in class, and you sure as hell were having a hard time getting past Asmodeus' double entendres- let alone denying his jokes and not-entirely-jokes to bed you.
Your fingers slid past your lips, finding even more slick within your folds. Going even deeper, you found the sensation lacking- two fingers weren't enough, and you knew that 3 or 4 wouldn't be enough either. No- what you needed was something longer. Thicker.
For a moment, you seriously considered asking Asmo if he had anything- before what little rationality you had left took over and you felt a blush roll onto your cheeks.
You slid your fingers back out, and renewed your vigor as you grinded into your clit. You let out a shaky breath as you felt a new sheen of sweat form on your torso; your legs twitched and you found your back arching from the mattress.
This may not have been perfect, but you had to make due with your lack of resources. No boyfriend, no dick, no dildo, but your fingers would suffice. They would have to.
Your eyes closed as you savoured the build up of your orgasm, yet it still seemed out of reach, despite the tension building within. So what, pray tell, would bring that release?
Your mind quickly sought an answer, and it was one you didn't exactly take kindly to.
And yet your mind wandered. It created. It imagined.
Above you, a lustful glaze over his blood red eyes was Lucifer, a smirk playing on his lips as your fingers now became his own. The one playing with your clit was not you anymore- but him. His raven hair perfectly framing a red-tinted face; a bead of sweat running down the side of his forehead as he continued to pleasure you.
This sight was enough to push you towards an orgasm, your eyes shooting open to stop the daydream from progressing. Your hand kept going, and while half of you hated imagining someone who was very much real, and very much present in your life- the other half of you loved this. And you could feel the need for him building in your chest. In your mind. In your abdomen. Inbetween your legs.
Just as you had reached the edge, a noise jolted you from your world of lust.
There was a knock at your door.
Your hand immediately came to a halt, your heart pounding in your chest as you attempted to make yourself sound normal. If you could think straight, you would commend yourself for how fast you were able to switch tasks.
"Y-Yes? I'm changing at the m-moment...." You managed to sputter, your cunt throbbing at the lack of stimulation. At the loss of your orgasm.
"Ah, my apologizes for disrupting you. When you have a moment, would you come to my study? I have some questions for you."
Your throat felt dry. If only you could use the abundance of moisture you collected between your legs to wet your mouth. It was Lucifer on the other side of the door.
"O-ok. I'll be there shortly..." You called out, before hearing the familiar footfalls on carpet.
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding- he was gone.
Your body shook now from a mixture of the cold, arousal, and fearful shock. If you weren't so panicked, you would have cursed your luck for still not being able to achieve that much needed relief.
You hoisted yourself up and out of bed on shaky legs, pulling your pants back on before finding a tissue to wipe your fingers with.
It wasn't perfect, but it would have to do.
Despite being cold, a light sweat clung to your skin underneath your fluffy pajamas.
You had hoped it was late enough you wouldn't be disturbed. Late enough that you could do what you needed to, then wake up and shower in the morning. You should have known Lucifer would ruin your plans.
Deep breaths.
In, and out.
You took to your doorway, stepping out into the cool hallway before heading towards the library. It wasn't too far of a walk, but it was enough of one to help you clear your head enough to think a little more clearly.
With every step, you could feel the ache between your legs. The wetness that had pooled.
The want.
The need.
Another image flashed in your mind- of Lucifer bending you over his desk to take you then and there. And a blush erupted onto your cheeks right before you banished the thought out of your mind.
You didn't feel comfortable thinking like this about someone else.
....and especially not Lucifer.
.........no matter how hot he may be.
The library doors were already open, as well as the bookshelf that hid away Lucifer's study. You had only been inside a couple times, but it was surprisingly cozy. Had you not nearly been caught in such a lewd act just a few minutes ago, you probably would have been quite comfortable strolling in.
But instead, you hovered by the entrance, a timid knock resounding off the old walls as Lucifer looked up from his desk.
"Ah, you were swifter then I thought you would be. Please- have a seat."
He got up from his desk and motioned towards the chair sitting across from it, and as you made your way nervously to the leather seat, Lucifer walked past you to close the entrance to the study.
Your heart beat just a little faster.
The eldest brother came up and stood beside you. Taking a moment to take in your appearance, he at least didn't seem bothered you decided to show up in your pajamas.... then again, it was quite late. What the hell else would you be wearing?
"Are you feeling alright? Your face is quite red."
"I-I'm fine, thank you..!" You felt your voice crack slightly, and inwardly cringed. Lucifer was perceptive- he'd see right through you if you weren't extremely careful.
"Are you sure? You seem to be sweating slightly as well."
He bent over and placed a hand on your cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from your face. It was at this point you realized he wasn't wearing his gloves.
You could feel your heartbeat thrum in your chest, as if it wished to be taken by the demon's soft touch.
"I-I... I'm ok. Just a... little bit hot is all."
His hand lingered only a moment, before it returned to him and he crossed his arms.
.....why was he smiling like that?
"And yet, you're wearing your warm pajamas. I wonder why that is?"
....uh oh.
You swallowed thickly, watching as the demon circled you slowly. You felt what little resolve you had waver.
"I didn't really catch you in the middle of you changing clothes, did I?" His deep voice was suddenly beside your ear, low and husky. You felt his breath ghost across the side of your face.
He had taken a bent over position behind you, his face next to yours as his arms came to rest on the armrests of the leather chair. You shyed away only slightly from his closeness.
Deciding to stay your ground, you weren't about to admit what you really had been doing. You had no idea how he'd react, let alone the embarrassment you'd feel having been caught.
"I-I was changing clothes!"
Lucifer let out a hum as his hands found your abdomen, roaming your stomach with only the slightest of touches. Even through the fluffy fleece of your shirt, you could feel how warm his hands were.
"You're lucky I was the one to find you. Who knows what my brothers would have done had they come across you instead...."
One of his hands found yours, and wrapped around your arms to hold them against your stomach. His other hand, however, decided to continue its exploration down to the top and outter side of your right thigh.
"....I can smell your arousal. Hear the rapid beating of your heart. And I can feel just how much you want me."
His voice was laced with toxins; threaded oh-so-beautifully with desire and dripping with something irresistibly sweet.
"It was no coincidence that I interrupted you right before your release. I want to see you squirm and beg me to let you cum."
Oh god. This was real right? This wasn't another daydream? The burning desire between your legs and his roaming hand that came so dangerously close to your core said otherwise- it proved this was real.
All of it.
His hand came to rest on top of your clothed heat, his lips meeting the crook of your neck. You could feel a pair of fangs skim your flesh; they were gentle, but you could feel something deeper behind his actions. Something darker.
"(Y/N)...." He growled, and your breath hitched. The hand on your crotch pressed firmly into it, and you let out a small gasp at the feeling.
You could feel just how wet you were with such little action. You knew you were sensitive and needy.
And Lucifer knew it too.
He nibbled on your skin, enough to tease but not enough to even leave a slight mark.
His left hand- the hand that held your arms to your stomach- found your own hand, and the demon threaded his fingers inbetween your own with an almost foreign sense of longing and love. It didn't seem quite like him, but at the same time.... it felt exactly like him.
His right hand trailed up slowly from it's rest between your legs, dipping down under your pants. You felt Lucifer smirk against the flesh of your neck as he noticed you hadn't put underwear on.
His fingers found your sensitive, swollen bud with ease. His index and middle finger giving a few slow, light circles around the bundle of nerves before gliding down between your folds. You felt your breath hitch again as he didn't hesitate to plunge his fingers into you, already starting to pump them at a fast pace.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it? To have me with you as you lost yourself in pleasure? To hear my voice in your ear as you come undone?"
Your mouth was left open as you tried to contain yourself. The embarrassment, the desire, the arousal, the shamelessness- it was overwhelming.
"Lucifer-" Your voice came out strangled. Not quite a moan, but it was obvious you found pleasure in his touch. You couldn't finish your sentence, let alone even think of what you were to say next.
"Hmm? What is it, my love?"
The study was silent; dead silent, if not for the occasional sharp intake of breath you had and the lewd noises of Lucifer's fingers plunging within your core.
You could tell in his voice that he was enjoying this. Enjoying teasing you, enjoying pleasuring you, enjoying seeing you so disheveled and taken aback by his sudden domination of you.
His fingers curled, his palm coming to rest on your clit as he continued to thrust into you. And you squirmed under his touch.
Still, his voice was husky in your ear, his lips barely touching the shell as he spoke.
"I know what you want. What you've been desiring. I've always known. I know every little detail; every little thing about you- what you like, what you don't like, what you love.... and how exactly to make you beg for me. There is little about you that I don't know of- and I aim to know all of you."
His lips found your neck once more, and you let out a soft moan as he sucked and nipped at your skin. All while his fingers curled inside of you, so blissfully deep as he massaged that spot within you that made your fingers dig into his palm. You could feel him smirk into your flesh.
"Lucifer- I- Ahh..."
He hummed at the sentence you couldn't finish, his lips moving up your neck to your jaw, planting kiss after kiss.
"Please-" You moaned out, quite unintentionally. You felt your heart thud wildly in your chest as you realized what you had said- and what you meant.
"Please what, my darling?" He cooed in your ear.
You drew in a sharp breath, steeling your courage once again as you whipped your head around and caught the corner of his lips in a kiss.
Said kiss was swift, but you poured your heart into the sloppy display of feelings. As if the way you clawed at his hand wasn't enough.
You pulled away just enough to catch a blush dusting his cheeks- and god damn did he look cute like that-! But before you could really take in this rare occurrence, the hand that he had holding your own to your stomach swiftly came up to your face, pulling it away from his own as he covered your eyes.
"Use your words, my pet." He whispered low into your ear.
Fine.
"P-Please.... Take me... Fuck me..." You mumbled as you squirmed, your hands finding the arm that pressed into you as he continued to finger you.
"Mmm, good girl." He growled, and you could almost feel yourself melt just at the sound.
His hand was moving so fast, his fingers deep within you as his palm rubbed circles into your clit; you clutched his arm as you threw your head back, feeling your previously lost orgasm come back like the crashing tide.
But you were left gasping and whining when Lucifer suddenly stopped, pulling his hand out of your pants before shoving his fingers into your mouth. Your pussy throbbed, ached for the release you were denied of a second time- and you squirmed as you obediently licked the demon's fingers of your wetness.
"Let's finish this in my room, shall we?" He mumbled, letting you finish cleaning his fingers before removing his hands completely from you.
You let your eyes open, now free from Lucifer's hold, and you turned to face him. He was just as gorgeous as ever, standing there in the dim flickering of the fireplace that you had failed to notice upon your entrance.
But despite the dim lighting, you could see the lust burning deep within his crimson eyes.
That look caught you in a vice-like grip, squeezing your heart and demanding your attention. Forcing you to focus on Lucifer, and only Lucifer... To follow his orders- whether spoken or unspoken- like an obedient little pet.
You stood up on shaky legs, walking over to him as your pussy continued to throb between your legs. You desperately wanted relief- to just finish yourself off right then and there, but it was as if the demon had you in a trance. As if the eldest held you in the palm of his hand.
A hand with which he took your own, his other hand placed into the small of your back as he pushed you forward, opening the study door once more and pushing you into the library, and out into the hallway.
It was a short walk to his bedroom, but it felt like so much longer.
The two of you walked in silence, the padding of your feet and the footfalls of his shoes on carpet was the only thing you could hear over the thudding of your heart in your ears.
The two of you stopped infront of his door, and the hand on your back came up to your shoulder as he reached infront of you to open the door- pushing you inside before swiftly following suit.
And almost immediately after he shut his door, the hand on your shoulder spun you around and suddenly you had Lucifer's lips on your own, greedily plunging his tongue into your mouth to take whatever taste of you he could get.
The kiss was heated- passionate. As if tension and love had built up within the demon for so long, and now he was finally able to set it free; to take you all for his own.
Your kiss only broke when your legs hit the edge of the bed, causing you to stumble and fall back, the demon following you into the bed.
His lips found your jaw, kissing you hungrily as he worked to remove your shirt. His fingers skillfully tugged at each button, popping them off until your chest was exposed to him. And he wasn't about to let this opportunity go.
He growled when he noticed your bra was still on, tugging it harshly below your breasts so his lips could meet your nipple. You responded with a groan, arching your back to push your breast closer to his mouth. You watched as his hair fell around him; black locks perfectly framing his pale face, with reddened lips locked around your nipple.
He was stunning. Beautiful. You felt your breath catch in your throat, finally realizing just what was going on.
God's favourite son was on top of you, hands roaming your waist and hips as he greedily sucked on your nipple like it would give him the sweetest nectar straight from the garden of Eden.
His fingers hooked under the waistband of your pants, slipping them down to your knees before you decided to help- shuffling them off you awkwardly and letting them fall next to his bed.
Lucifer crawled further on top of you, his lips parting from your breast to come to graze your ear as he spoke.
"You're going to take all of me, and I'm going to make you scream before you can even think of cumming."
You felt an ache in your stomach- your core burning with desire and lust. You looked straight into those prideful, desire-filled eyes and spoke right back to him.
"Fuck me."
The demon snapped. In one fluid motion, a double set of wings flourished behind his back as horns took their place atop his head. He let out a deep growl that you could feel within your very soul, as he swiftly ripped off his own clothing to bare himself fully to you.
His clothes joined your pants on the floor with a flop. And soon, so did your shirt- this time in shreds. You'd need to borrow one of his in the morning, but for now....
You couldn't help but ogle him for a moment, eyes roaming a chest you had never before seen- thanks to his usual prudeness- and all the way down to his hips, which were also now bare.
He really was gorgeous. His silky smooth skin a milky pale; beautifully sculptured and toned, showing a muscular torso and...
You could almost feel your eyes bug out once you caught on to what was about to go inside of you.
Your eyes quickly darted back up to meet Lucifer's, that ever-present smirk still playing at his lips.
"I-I don't know if that will fit-...."
"It will."
You could feel the tip of his cock hovering at your folds, and while you desperately wanted him to bury himself into your cunt, you were more then a little nervous.
But Lucifer, ever the gentleman, took your arms to wrap around his neck as he pulled himself closer to your trembling form. His cock threatened to break the seal- to slip into your drenched pussy. To finally pleasure you just like you had dreamed.
"Tell me what you want."
You felt his cock twitch. And yet his hips remained still, his member ever obedient as to not even give you a slight taste. And it was driving you mad.
"I... I want... Y-You...."
"Good girl."
Lucifer's hands came behind your back, lifting you up ever so slightly as his hips pushed into yours, his cock slipping easily past your folds, the tip parting you to make way for the rest of him. Your bodies were close, the way he held you and the way he had put your arms around him forced you to be, your breasts squishing into his chest as he pushed himself further inside of you.
"Mmm- Lucifer-!" You moaned as he slipped inside, his cock spreading you wide open just to take him all in.
"(Y/N)...." He groaned, and suddenly his hips jerked his cock the rest of the way in. You let out a gasp, but it was quickly replaced with a moan as he drew his hips back before thrusting them against you again.
His cock, to say the least, was big. Deliciously big. It was addicting. Every thrust filled you up so perfectly; it just felt so right to have him balls deep inside of you, to have you purr and whine for him like the needy little bitch you are.
His lips attached themselves onto your neck once more, sucking and nibbling at every little bit of skin he could get to. You were sure he was littering you with deep purple splotches, but you couldn't care less.
The only thing you could focus on was the back and forth of Lucifer's cock inside of you, pushing his way so deep only to pull out almost to the tip.... only to plunge himself right back into the depths of your soaked cunt once again. Every thrust was met with a moan; a lewd squelch or skin slap. Of a whine, or a groan. A clenching of your walls around his cock as you desperately tried to savour every single inch of him and more.
"(Y/N)...." He growled into your ear. "You're driving me insane."
His hips picked up the pace, thrusting brutally into your core as left a particularly sore spot on your collarbone. His hand removed itself from your back to come to your front, trailing down to meet your clit as his thumb suddenly started to rub furious circles into it. You let out a cry, throwing your head back and screwing your eyes shut in ecstacy.
"Tell me what you want." He said with a smirk, watching you come undone below him.
"I-I... Please.... I wanna cum..." You somehow managed to utter, your orgasm fast approaching.
God, he felt so good. And you were so wet and sensitive-
"....Please! Let me cum-!" You squirmed, desperate to find your release as Lucifer's thumb moved faster on your clit.
His cock twitched inside you, and you felt the tension build to a crescendo, opening your eyes to meet his. They seemed to burn with a deep desire and passion; with pride from making you like this.
"Go ahead. Give it to me. Cum on my cock. Scream my name so everyone knows who's fucking you." He lips found your ear once more, his other hand coming down to hold onto your hip bruisingly.
His lips brushed against your ear as he spoke one more time.
"Cum for me, princess."
And that was it. His obsessive, passionate thrusts combined with the furious rubbing of your clit finally broke the knot that had been oh so carefully cultivated- and your orgasm hit you like a tsunami.
"Lucifer-!" You cried out, your pussy clenching around him so tightly he couldn't help but let out a grunt, riding out your orgasm as he soon reached his own.
With a groan, his wings flourished once more, and you felt him twitch deep inside of you. His cum almost felt like it burned as it was shot deep inside of you, painting your insides with such a vibrant white. His hips sputtered to a stop, his mouth sloppily planting itself on your own. The kiss you shared was deep and lazy, but full of warmth.
The two of you stayed like that for a moment, but soon Lucifer parted from your lips to take in the dazed look in your eyes and the sweat that adorned your forehead. And you did the same; now able to take in his messy black hair, the blush that dusted his pale cheeks, and the way he looked at you with such deep affection and want.... you felt your heart flutter in your chest.
"(Y/N)..." He mumbled, shifting the two of you further into the middle of the bed and upwards, so you could both rest on the pillows of his large bed.
His cock was still buried deep inside of you, his cum slowly leaking out the sides in rebellion. But neither of you did anything; Lucifer too caught up in staring at you, and you too tired to do anything, let alone think.
Your eyes were shut, your mind hazy as the lust cleared from your mind to make room for exhaustion. Lucifer just stared at your relaxed face, a smile playing on his lips as he laid beside you, his arm underneath his head to prop himself up.
"Lucifer..." You mumbled, prying open your tired eyes to meet him. He gave out a hum of acknowledgement, quietly giving you a sign to continue.
But you didn't even know what you want to say. Your mind was too hazy, your body too tired and your soul too fulfilled to find the words you wanted to say.
The demon before you chuckled as you shut your eyes again, his hands coming up to bring you closer to him as he laid a soft kiss upon your forehead. You hummed in contentment at the action.
Your eyes opened slightly once more, as something was brought to the tip of your mind. It seeped down and embedded itself in your mouth before you could even think about what you meant.
"What do you want...?"
Your question had no malice in it. No annoyance, nor any specific thought.
Lucifer had said he knew almost everything about you- down to exactly what you wanted from him. And in your clouded mind, you hadn't asked what he wanted... until now.
There was a moment of pause, as Lucifer was taken aback by your question. He could tell you were exhausted; too tired to think much of your question. But he knew where it came from, and what you meant by it.
His wings came down to wrap around you, almost as if to protect you from the cool, late night air. His feathers were soft and delicate on your bare skin, but they were firm as they pressed you closer to his body.
A smile graced his lips once more, feeling you relax into his chest. Finally, he had an answer.
Call Lucifer Sir or Master, and you'll be in for a long night. He loves when you submit to him- he'll be sure to show you your place, but it will always be with the utmost love and care.
"Is this what you wanted, master?"
Your eyes met his, and you saw the glint of something deeper within those ruby orbs. The papers you had just placed on his desk suddenly forgotten by the both of you, as Lucifer stood from his seat with his eyes narrowing playfully.
"Master? I quite like the sound of that." Your wrist was snatched from infront of you, Lucifer drawing you closer to him over the desk. "I wonder what other things I can get you to call me before the end of the night."
Calling Lucifer Master in a sarcastic tone will earn you the raise of an eyebrow, and possibly a somewhat snarky reply. You're on thin ice, and below it is a track with a direct route to another long night, with a divulging path to an angry Lucifer.
"(Y/N). I expect you to finish this before the end of the week. Any later and you'll face repercussions."
With a roll of your eyes and a slight smile, you replied "yes master."
Lucifer quirked an eyebrow, his gaze sharp and piercing. His automatic reaction was to spit venom- so used to his brother's insults- but he quelled it on the tip of his tongue, diluting it into something a little more palatable for you. You may have been acting a little bit like a brat, but that didn't mean you were one of his brothers.
"Perhaps I should ensure that mouth of yours is too busy to be snarky with me, hmm?"
Similarly, calling him Dad in a sarcastic tone (or just playfully in general) will get you an eyebrow raise, as well as a possible snort. He may play along, depending on the situation and his mood.
"But Dad said it was myyyyy turn to pick the movieee...." You whined playfully, making sure you gave a nice childish pout.
The squabbling quieted, all eyes turning to you. In that moment, your own gaze met Lucifer's, a small smirk playing on his lips. The eldest crossed his arms, turning his attention to his siblings.
"Yes, children, I told (Y/N) they could pick the movie tonight because of the task they completed for me."
Suddenly, there was an uproar of complaints, everyone telling Lucifer off for giving you the right to pick the movie. But even over the small crowd that flocked to the eldest to berate him for his decision, the two of you made eye contact- you both knew that nobody really minded watching whatever you wanted tonight.
Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Beelzebub and Belphegor
Tw: Mentions Of Violence In Catan's
General?
You were bloody proud of yourself.
Schoolwork? Done. Chores? Finished and you even cleaned extra. That one project you've been postponing since you never found a time where you're both inspired and free to do it? Completed and it turned out amazing.
Not perfect. But it might as well damn be close to it.
So safe to say, you're feeling proud of yourself!
And apparently, your pride must've shown on your face, if Lucifer's... unnatural, for lack of better term, actions were anything to go by.
Since when does Lucifer openly pat you on your head?
And with such a gentle smile??
"You seem happy, Mc," he said, as he patted your head. You looked at him with faux disgust, wondering who the hell's in front of you right now. There is no way this is Lucifer.
"Well, considering I've been doing amazing things lately, it'd be weird if I wasn't, don't you think?" you replied, your head held high despite your previous thoughts. His actions are fueling your pride and you know your indulging in it.
And, well, that seems to have done something to him because his smile got... wider? Somehow? And you don't think you're mistaken if you were to say you're seeing shadows of his demon form arising.
"Uhh, you alright?" You asked, when he kept patting your head with a blissful look on his face before he snapped back to reality.
"Ah, my apologies," he said, fixing your messed up hair. And with that, he left, with no explanation whatsoever. Well, you're not going to let him ruin your good mood! And off you went to do whatever it is you planned for the day.
Little do you know, now that he has a taste of the euphoria he's capable of feeling when the human he made a pact with indulge in his sin, he's planning ways to corrupt you even more.
You want more- need more. Wealth, items, posessions.
You weren't sure why, but what you have is never enough. Yes, you already have a few black pens at home, ready to be used for school, but you don't have that specific feathery pen displayed at the bookshop over there!
And no, you technically don't need new clothes since you have enough to last you for the year, but those at the store's windows look absolutely gorgeous. You're not sure if you'll even wear it, but you know you want it- need it.
Well, there goes all your saved up money for the past few months.
And Mammon who became a witness to your shopping spree looked strangely happy.
Like, strangely happy.
"How about this one?" Mammon asked, holding up a casual shirt, and you tried hard to avert your gaze. You weren't sure why, but the past few days, you've been unable to control your urges and bought everything that caught your eyes.
"No, Mammon," you replied, shutting them when he dangled the item in front of you. You couldn't see it, you're sure the second you do, you'd buy it in an instant.
"C'mon! I told ya I'd pay for it this time. Anythin' ya want! The Great Mammon's bein' generous today!"
Why is he so insistent on tempting you with these new materialistic things on the one day you've decided to save money? It's better to control yourself now then regret it later. Honestly, with the way it's going, you'd say he's trying to tempt you to indulge in your greed.
Oh, wait, he's a demon.
And did he say he'd pay for it?
You peeked one eye open, and damn does Mammon have good taste. The shirt was exactly the type of clothing you'd wear! And it's design is exactly to your liking. And-
"So?" He grinned successfully when your eyes shone. "You want it?"
You hesitated. His smirk looked both infuriating and kissable that day.
"...You'll pay for it?" You grabbed the shirt, feeling it's material and inspecting it's stitches.
"Yep!"
Well, what's wrong with buying it when he's the one who offered?
"Anything I want?"
"Like i said, the Great Mammon's generous today!"
"I'll make you regret your decision," you said, immediately going around the store and taking everything that caught your eyes, greedy for everything and more.
And Mammon? He has the largest smile on his face, watching as you take everything that catches your fancy as he basks in the euphoria only his pact owner can bring him.
You were envious. Absolutely envious.
How is it fair this newbie pulled the character you want in their first ten pull when you haven't gotten them in your two hundredth?
It's not!
And they dare complain about them not being the character they want?
Talk about rubbing salt in your wound.
That's how Leviathan found you -when he wanted to invite you to watch a new anime series- seething in your room and glaring at your phone who refuses to let your character come home.
He instantly felt your mood, an unexplainable pleasure filling his every veins.
Is this what the lower demons meant when they say they like making pacts with humans who indulge in their sin?
"You understand me, right?" You ranted about the unfairness of the gambling game you're playing, frustrated to no end.
"That's so unfair!" Leviathan nodded, doing nothing to help you feel better about yourself. He understands your pain, he does, but seeing you become so envious feeds a certain part of his soul.
He's enjoying this pleasure way too much to remember why his sin is considered a sin in the first place.
"I knew I wasn't the only one!" You continued ranting, pointing out every single faults of the game. "I should've gotten the card! This person won't even use it!"
"You're so right. You would've appreciated the card more than them." Leviathan hyped you up, holding back a smile to mask the euphoria he feels at seeing you so envious.
As you continue feeding into your envy, eventually spending more money to get this card you want but couldn't get by using the resources you've grinded for over the past 4 months, Leviathan invited you to play other games of similar nature, if only to see you indulge in his sin once more.
It's natural, afterall, for a demon to want to corrupt humans. Especially when they're their pact masters.
Anger wasn't a feeling you're foreign of.
But usually, you're able to stomp down those feelings before it goes out of hand, or well, at least keep your emotions to yourself.
But you're currently irritated, walking home with Satan as he tactfully avoided starting any conversation during your horrible mood. Morning's been a disaster with you waking up late due to a certain avatar of sloth who didn't want to let you go, which causes his twin to eat your portion of the food.
And while you'd typically be able to forgive them, it doesn't mean immediately.
At school? Well, you forgot your homework on your desk at home, resulting in a public lecture by your teacher. And it was only during lunch that you'd realize someone stole your money.
So that's why Mammon had more money than usual.
Alright, four incidents. Not that bad, right? You can still stay patient, right?
Wrong.
Of course, it was when you were on your walk back home with Satan, barely holding yourself together that a demon rudely bumped into you, dare blaming you, for their actions.
This demon's asking for it.
And Satan was enjoying every second from the sidelines.
You didn't care to ask where the popcorn and 3D glasses came from when you're too busy picking a fight with the creature.
"You looking for a fight?!" the demon said, perhaps unaware of the avatar of wrath besides you as they puffed their chest out with a glare. Your last conscious snapped, and seething in rage, you were consumed by an uncontrollable wrath.
And with that, you squared a punch right in their gut, taking out your anger on the passerby.
Some might say you're blowing this out of proportions, and on a normal day, you'd agree! But now? The demon was the one who dared looked down at you, all 'high and mighty'.
It made your blood boil.
And Satan, who originally planned to take care of the demon himself, couldn't help but feel his wrath being replaced by a pleasurable sensation the second he saw you snap. Or more accurately, sensed your wrath overwhelm you.
He really shouldn't feel such joy when you're so mad, but he's a demon, and his pact owner's indulging themselves in his sin. And honestly, seeing you get violent with this random demon does something to him.
Don't mind him when he starts taking note of what makes you tick. He won't do anything that'll make you mad! Not him, at least.
Your stomach is already full, but you're not sure when you'll be able to eat the delicious meal in front of you again, seeing how it's exclusively sold in this one restaurant where it takes years if not decades to make a single reservation.
And it was by luck that Beel happened to book a table some time before he met you, with the reservation conveniently nearing as he already grew to love you.
Of course he invited you to this once in a human lifetime opportunity!
So could anyone really blame you when you kept stuffing your mouth full even when your stomach couldn't take anymore?
And it's not like Beelzebub is stopping you either...
He was even sharing his portion of the meals!
You took another bite of the slice of heaven on your plate, getting sleepy from being so full. There's still a lot of food on your plate, and it wasn't like you'll ever be able to try this ever again in your life.
Yet out of the corner of your eye, you see Beelzebub piling even more on top of your still full plate, an amount equivalent to three portions of your average meal.
Your stomach rumbled, and, perhaps you shouldn't eat anymore-
"Do you like this?" Beelzebub asked, an innocently sweet smile on his face as he watched you eat your meal, casually piling more food onto your plate with each bite you took. He was content just doing that, barely taking any bites for himself.
Not that you noticed, when you're so stuffed, and most of your energy are focused on your stomach's processing the food.
Seeing you slowed down as time passes by, Beelzebub took the liberty of feeding you, taking your utensils in his own and hovering the food in front of your lips, prompting you to take a bite with a look of expectancy.
"Here," he said.
You eyed the food warily. You really, really should stop eating.
Yet his gaze burnt holes into your head, and one look into his hopeful eyes and you- you just can't say no to his face.
You took the bite, and he let out a hum of approval, the next spoonful easily making it's way to your lips once more.
Just- just one more.
All your basic necessities as a human -food, shelter, and clothes- are covered during your time in Devildom.
Which might've caused you to become too comfortable in the House of Lamentation, thus how you ended up sleeping in, yet again, on a school day, uncaring of the potential consequences of your actions.
Your showers had also become less frequent as you started to neglect yourself, your laziness consuming your daily life.
And of course, one Avatar of Sloth didn't fail to notice the life choices you've made as of late.
Not that he's complaining, now that he's got a 24 hour cuddle buddy.
You stared at the ceiling.
You probably should get started on your schoolwork. And perhaps your chores around the house as well, lest you want to go through another 3 hours lecture from Lucifer...
But the bed is so comfortable.
And Belphegor wasn't exactly helping your case.
"Belphie?" You called the demon clinging to your side, his grip tight around you.
He hummed a response, eyes shut tight as he basks in your presence.
"I've got schoolwork to do," you said, making a poor attempt at escaping his hold. He wouldn't let you.
"No."
"Come on, Belphie."
"Just five-" he yawned. "Five more minutes."
You glanced at the clock, and five more minutes wouldn't hurt you too bad, right?
"Fine, just five," you replied, as if you're unhappy with the predicament you're getting yourself into and ignoring the consequences you knew would come as a result of your choices.
Belphegor does seem to agree with your choices as well, if his wide smile was anything to go by.
He loves it when you're lazy.
A/N: HOW DO YOU WRITE DEMONS BEING DEMONS??? I wanted to make it more dark and do some world-building and lore, but my creative juices ain't in stock. And technically I'm still on my hiatus, but I wanna feel productive and feel good 'bout myself 😌
Pretty sure 've read another person's fic with the same concept that may or may not have inspired me to write my own version, but I can't remember where I've read it so... Been months plus my memory ain't the best. I'll link it if I find it! Didn't write Momo's 'cause I'm uncomfortable talkin' 'bout that topic...
Taglist: @yukihaie @satanist-apparently
Anyways, hope y'all enjoyed these~ Feedbacks are greatly appreciated!
So far in the game what magic powers has MC learn?
Oh so:
1. They know how to brew potions
2. They know know to use seductive speechcraft
(Though those two might not be so much magic as they are techniques)
3. They can use curses and hexes
• Though it doesn't seem as if they are that good at it cause they mess them up both times they use it, even after Satan tried teaching them
4. They can heal & take away pain
• They seem to have a natural affinity for this as they are able to pick it up and perform it well after only seeing Satan doing it once, when he wasn't even trying to teach them
5. They are able to form protective barriers against other magic curses
• They do this unconsciously and only for the brothers so it most likely has to do with their pacts and their love and protectiveness of the brothers. The magic is fairly strong cause they are able to deflect Thirteen's curses that even the brothers wouldn't have been able to resist. Though they can't completely deflect them, and instead they turn the curses into much less fatal ones
6. They are able to command and control all 7 Sins at the same time
• Without any adverse effects to themself, which Solomon is shocked by because the first time he tried commanding demons he felt like he was dying later
7. They are able to draw out and boost the brothers magical powers and command the brothers during fights
• A lot like a Pokemon trainer tbh
• The closer they are with the brother the more effective this is
8. They are able to command wind
• To form a protective barrier that's strong enough to stop a speeding bullet
• To lift and carry something off the ground (in this case Mammon)
• To form a gale force
9. They are able to command fire
• To attack yet with enough precision and control that they don't burn down the circus tent
• That's strong enough to melt a speeding bullet
10. They can levitate objects
• Though they fall if they lose focus/are distracted
11. They can teleport
• Even across the three worlds
• Though the teleportation is not perfected as it's not accurate. Cause despite thinking of a specific place in the Devildom (the HoL, the council room, Diavolo's castle) they still end up in the library at RAD
• They can teleport another person with them if they are touching that person
• Can teleport items without having to teleport themself too
12. They are able to summon/control water
• Either a huge tsunami like wave of water
• Or a rain shower
• They can control the temperature of the water
13. They can sense magical objects
14. Can summon & command earth
• To cover someone's mouth
15. Can bind someone
• Has shortened the enchantment (which if I remember correctly is somewhat advanced magic)
• can unbind someone as well
4., 5., 8. & 9. (and even 11.) show that MC's powers increase greatly when they get protective and when the need to use the power comes from a place of love
Is anyone else a bit disappointed by the pulls and loot boxes in Obey Me. My luck is 😡
85 pulls so far and only one new UR card. Not even a new SSR just upgrades. And the loot boxes? They are doing me dirty. All the supplies in the world but can I get some cards?? Nope. No cards for me. 🤷🏻♀️
Headcanon: Mammon and Levi are actually really scary, arguably the scariest of the brothers to anger. They seem so unassuming to demon society that other demons (lesser demons, nobles, etc.) just sort of forget how strong they really are. Lucifer's plenty scary, being mighty firstborn and Diavolo's right hand, but there's this perception in the Devildom of a gap in power between the first and fourth-borns.
But Mammon and Levi? Sure, Levi will summon Lotan sometimes when he's pissed off, but, like, it's still Levi, right? Shy, easily-embarrassed Levi. He talks down on himself so much that I think lesser demons might forget he's still the third-born lord of hell. And then Mammon, who's always elbow-deep in debt with angry witches at his tail, the worst liar in three realms - who's anyone kidding, right? They're pushovers. Nothing to worry about - no, who demons should really worry about are the first and fourth-borns, with their tempers; the fifth-born's flippant, easy charm and short attention span; the sixth-born's constant, dreadful hunger; the seventh-born's impatience.
Mammon and Levi are pushovers - at least, until you piss them off. Once in a blue moon there's a lesser demon stupid enough to try pushing their buttons because they think they can get away with it. They try shaking Mammon down or bullying Levi, and the second and third eldest take that as an opportunity to remind demon society just who it is they are dealing with.
And oh, is it public. It's messy. They're scary because no one ever sees it coming - one minute Levi is silent on the end of some really brutal bullying at RAD, the next thing anyone knows the bullies are convulsing on the ground and throwing up seawater. Mammon gets snubbed on a deal he made with another greed demon and suddenly there's the resounding caws of many crows echoing through the city and a slew of body parts getting strewn through the streets.
It's a headache for Lucifer, who gets saddled with all the necessary paperwork whenever a mass murder happens, but he's secretly very proud of his brothers for acting like proper demons for a change.
Oh definitely! Mammon and Levi are undeniably vicious, but they don't flaunt it nearly as much as their siblings. They never give much warning either, by the time anyone realises they've crossed a line, it's much too late to back off. There's no chance of escape either, with how quick and unforgiving these two can be.
Mammon's so loud and boastful, often making empty threats, that many demons have started thinking he's all bark and no bite. Many lesser demons try to push their luck with him, eager to pretend like their stronger than a so called demon lord, and most of the time they can get away with it, too. Mammon's good at keeping his cool and he rarely feels like wasting his time over some jabs and insults. It's only when those demon's start insulting his brothers, as well, that Mammon snaps.
(under the cut for length and also violence)
He likes to play with his victims, letting them run off and giving them hope of getting away unscathed, as usual, before sending his familiars after them. There's nowhere for them to run where his crows can't follow, and he loves watching them realise that. It makes for a very public scene, the cacophonous cawing of his birds mixed with the poor demon's screams and Mammon's own laughter drawing the attention of many passersby. He likes to draw it out, letting his crows have their fill, sending out a very clear message, as the birds tear off chunks of the demons flesh, leaving them practically unrecognizable. It's only when he gets bored that Mammon steps in himself to deal the final blow. Of course, he makes sure to rifle through the demon's remains afterwards, too, searching for every grim he can get his hands on. Might as well get payed for his time, right? Most demons tend to avoid him for a while after, terrified of meeting the same fate, but they always go back to their old ways eventually.
Levi is much more unpredictable in his attacks. He gets bullied and disrespected fairly often because of the way he acts, anxious and reserved, always staying hidden off to the side and playing a game. Many demons practically forget the rank he holds, not only as a demon lord, but also as Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy, and some even go as far as to question if he even deserves those positions. There's no distinct thing that sets Levi off, and usually he can just suffer through it, but sometimes it gets to be too much, and the only thing on his mind is how much he wants that demon to shut up, permanently. How much he can handle changes day by day, and no one quite knows how far they can push, before they regret it.
Any demons that fall victim to Levi's anger very quickly realise that Lotan is not what they should be scared of. The sea monster may be an intimidating sight, but it's possible to get away relatively unscathed, especially on land. It's when the third born takes things into his own hands, that things get deadly. His entire demeanor changes so fast that before the lesser demon has time to react, it's already to late. Levi is efficient, yet brutal, not wanting to waste time or touch the demon for any longer than he needs to. A single drop of his venom is enough to stimulate a drowning sensation in his victims, leaving them spasming and gasping for air, only to choke on their own spit. Seeing Levi watch a lesser demon struggle desperately at his feet is more than enough to dissuade any future bullying, for a short period of time at least.
Love this! I’ve always thought that Mammon is the most dangerous of them all if you make him really angry. I also think Asmo is really, really terrifying. I have a soft spot for him but if someone really really angered him he wouldn’t kill them at first. No, he would destroy them mentally, emotionally and physically to the point the offender would beg him for death. Maybe he would grant them that mercy. Maybe not.
First of all, CONGRATULATIONS 🥳 i can't think of anyone that deserves this more than you 🥰
“Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.” and “Stay still, don’t move your hips.”
With a modern ivar would be great i believe,
Please and thank you🥺❤️
Actions: Ivar
Author’s Note: Here is the first of my post! I hope you enjoy and thank you again for the submission. Let me know what you think!
Pairing: Ivar x Reader, Modern
Warnings: Smut.
“Have you finished yet?” You asked. The cool air from the fan hit your face before it oscillated away, and once again, the humid air hit you. The summer had not been kind, but this was where Ivar wanted to be, in the midst of the desert to take fucking photos of cacti and motorcycles. You groaned inwardly and took a sip of the ice water. The cool liquid coated your throat, and for a moment, you forgot what it was like to be in hell.
“No.” His voice carried from the back room of your apartment. He’d turned it into the darkroom; there were no more plants and sunlight, just red-light bulbs and a line of photos hanging from the ceiling. “Thirty minutes.”
“You said that an hour ago. I am tired. I want to leave.”
“Thirty minutes Y/N, don’t be selfish.”
Don’t be selfish. Your eyes rolled as you stood from the chair; one of three things could happen. You could take your seat at the dining table and refuse to be a spoiled brat, you could storm in the darkroom and act a fool, or you could go alone. All of the options were shit, but you knew which one to pick. Your feet guided you to the back hallway. “Ivar, they are going to close by the time we get there. I am starving.”
“They close at nine. It’s seven.”
“I don’t care.” You pouted and folded your arms over your chest. “This can wait.”
“The project is due today. It cannot wait.”
“Neither can I.” You said, irritated. He didn’t respond. The irritation hummed all over you, broken promises didn’t sit well with you, and neither did you being hungry. “I'll,l see you later.”
“Y/N, twenty-eight more minutes.”
“Fuck off.” You pivoted on your heel and headed into your bedroom. The King Size platform bed just about took up the entire space; it had been his idea, of course. He said he didn’t have to have much room to live, but he needed a ton of space to fuck. You disagreed; you could take Ivar anywhere; a bed was too traditional to you. You slipped the sweaty shirt over your head then slid out of your pants.
“What the fuck did you say to me?”
You didn’t even think he heard your final little spat to him in the hallway. The light mumble beneath your breath was meant to be a thought. “Nothing.”
“I think you said, fuck.” Ivar paused. “Off, correct?”
“No.”
“That’s two lies, Y/N.” He held up the two fingers and stepped closer to you. He’d been working shirtless; the tribal tattoos riddled his arms and chest, and for a moment, you took him in. Fuck. Your breath shuttered as you stepped back, pinning yourself to the wall in front of him. “I told you this was an important project.”
“I am starving.”
“For what exactly? the fuck off leads me to believe it’s not your stomach that’s got a craving. You don’t talk to me like that.” He cocked his brow, “That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble.”
“So, I am supposed to be patient and obedient?” You shook your head.
“You can act however you want.” He shrugged. “Actions have consequences.”
“I’ll be back then,” The plan was to squeeze by him and dress in the living room; the fan failed in one fluid motion. You attempted to sprint by him, and you nearly made it until he gripped your wrist. His hand swallowed yours, and your strength was unmatched to his vigor. He tossed you on the bed, and within seconds, his body covered yours. Hitched breath and legs spread, you took in his gaze. He was pissed. “Ivar.”
Ivar did not answer you; he pulled the black pillow from the stack at the top of the bed and positioned it under your hips. Your half-nakedness worked in his favor; he ripped the lace panties as if they were paper and threw them to the floor. The cool breeze from the air conditioner blew of your wet sex, giving you a chill. “Stay still, do not move your hips.” Ivar brushed the short brown hair from his face. Even when he was pissed, Ivar found a way to be gentle with his foreplay. He started with the soft kisses to your neck; each one left a tingle that you never wanted to go away, and then his fingers. They danced up the inner line of your thigh until they met your lips and then stopped. “Fucking is a reward, but,” Ivar’s fingers plunged into your warmth, and you gasped. “You haven’t been good.” He explained. “Have you?”
Every question Ivar asked demanded an answer, but you had nothing to conjure for him at the moment. Just muted moans that only half expressed how you truly felt. Your body rang with excitement. Maybe this was what you craved. “No.”
“You didn’t lie this time,” he laughed. “I’m proud.” Ivar pushed his pants down, unsheathing his cock, and it hung heavy and warm at your thigh. “I should leave you like this,” He rubbed his cock down the slit of your pussy. “Hot and hungry.”
Your pussy jumped as he pushed into you; the swollen tip wasn’t nearly enough to satiate the desire you had for him. Fuck the food, fuck the photos you wanted him to fuck you. “Do it.” You whispered.
“I’ll think about it.” Ivar’s cock pulsed; you could feel he wanted you as bad as you wanted him. “I think it’s undeserving.” He gave you another inch, and your body reacted by trying to meet him. He stopped you. “Greedy.” Ivar pushed into you fully. He started to fuck you, slow, and you felt every inch overwhelmed with anticipation you grip him. He sucks in air and then speeds up. His quick thrusts have you anchored to the bed. Your eyes close, but your mouth is open dry, and moaning his name.
Your pussy spasmed around him, begging to fall apart, and unlike normal, he didn’t stop to tease. Instead, he fucked you right through the blinding orgasm, pinning your legs up to allow him deeper access. The assault was needed, the sound of his skin slapping against yours only aided the flurry of pleasure, and then he withdrew, the hot cum dripped down your thigh before he fell on you. The small giggle emerged from you as you kissed his forehead. “Feed me.” You whispered. “Please.”
“Still hungry?” He breathed heavily and shook his head. “Throw on some clothes before we are here again.”
Lucky, they called you, every doctor who examined you, every nurse who helped you, all who knew you, said the same. All of them had to say it; none could keep it in, as if it had to be mentioned, as if you had to be reminded every single moment of your life that you were ‘lucky’, which was nothing more than an awful lie. It was poison crawling to your heart slowly killing you and shall never let go. It turned you into a prisoner, a helpless being.
I’ve been out of the Ikemen fandom for a bit. How is Will’s route? There is lucky time tonight and should I just go for it and buy a crap ton of story tickets?
Unexpectedly a lot of fun. If you play IkeSen and like Mitsuhide's route, he's basically a shadier Mitsuhide. Lots of confident teasing, spunky MC... Honestly one of my favorite routes in IkeVamp now.
