okay I love rapid magic body/blueberry inflation, but I’m also so obsessed with the idea of spherical inflation that happens over the course of a day or two…
like. it’s still happening fast enough that it’s undeniable and you still feel the instant stark differences— after all, it’s easy to remember starting this morning and walking around, when by the end of the day, you can barely touch the ground with both feet at the same time. but at 1 new pound every 30-60 seconds, it also happens slow enough that you’re forced to really feel each new size.
for an hour, all you can vaguely feel is your pants getting tighter, your thighs getting thicker, your gut getting firmer. It’s almost easy to write it off as severe bloating, but only for that first half hour. After that, you just have to listen to the litany of stressed thread as you shift and move carefully, afraid your body is going to somehow tear your clothes. but when your middle is three, four times as wide as your shoulders a few hours later, you feel every new inch as you walk around, or change positions in your chair. it happens slow enough for you to experience sitting down and trying to stand back up with a newly pear-shaped inflated body, but fast enough for it to be no easier to get back up when you try again than it was that first struggle. you can walk around and feel out every change in your body, noticing and appreciating just how massive you are now, without realizing that you’re still not done expanding. maybe you get stuck somewhere— in between the arms of a chair, in a tight corner of the house, in between two pieces of furniture. Your posture changes too, as your growing midsection starts to dominate your frame, until you can’t even rest your arms fully against your sides
you slowly lose your ability to walk, so you waddle, and when your stomach has grown to be so wide that it starts overtaking your thighs and upper arms, you can barely even do that. still, this happens slow enough that you’re stuck wondering if you should eat dinner or not. It’s been at least eight hours at this point, and if it doesn’t slow down soon, you won’t be able to walk to your kitchen later. You may even try to swallow some food, feeling how you now have to wrestle with your own swollen body to get your hand all the way to your mouth, when this morning, you were debating whether it would be embarrassing to have to unbutton your pants when your stomach was feeling a little bloated. Eventually, you strain and strain and strain, but you can’t get your hand all the way to your mouth.
and you can keep trying to waddle around, not fully realizing that you’re losing your ability to bend your knees more and more with every step until you suddenly find that your waddle has turned into more of a rocking motion. The first time your crotch and lower gut brush the floor as you stubbornly try to move around, you’re shocked. It doesn’t happen again for a little while, so you assume it was a random occurrence. But then it starts happening every other, then every time you shift your weight back and forth to move around, until it’s clear that your feet can barely touch the ground anymore. Still, it’s all happening slowly enough that you can still convince yourself you can get used to this, and that you don’t need anyone to help you waddle— or roll. Your double chin might be taking over your lower jaw and your collarbones, but you’re not immobile.
Eventually, of course, you’ll push off from one foot, and start rolling forward, only to not land on the other foot. Eventually you’ll have swollen up into a big sphere, your hands and feet totally helpless to do anything except flap around stubbornly. Even then, you’ll still try to use that to move yourself— you could walk not even a full day before this!— only to find that you’re still growing, your wrists and ankles and palms and backs of your fingers and toes expanding more and more, until you can barely move them at all.
I just love the idea of expanding rapidly, but slowly enough that you notice every single new pound/inch on your body
“Seiko” is a nickname for the reader, not an OC or a specific gender, it’s a moniker like Hawke or Shepherd in their respective games.
Set during the year off in Yakuza 3-4
Also:
When the reader is having sexual things done to them I have included separate vagina and penis versions just read the one that accommodates you. Chest and body descriptions are left gender neutral; it's only genitalia that’s different. If you’re unfamiliar with the way I write I try my best to be as inclusive as I can for the reader. This includes writing separate paragraphs for each genitalia (penis and vagina) while also including non-descript hair, skin, chest, and body sizes. If you feel that I haven’t done a very good job at that in particular parts of this fic please let me know and I will alter it to the best of my ability.Slowly working on this while balancing life.
Also this chapter has no smut but the rest of the work does
“We all know what you and Majima-san get up to you behind the closed doors” the lieutenant of a small family said out loud as you collectively waited patiently for the officers meeting to be finished.
You were there with a calm, level headed, expression. Your eyes fixed on the painting on the other side of the hallway as you stood by for Majima to either be told to leave or for him to walk out on his own terms when it got too boring.
“It’s no wonder a newbie was able to be promoted so quickly in their family,” another snide comment from a different lieutenant, once again from a smaller family but a family that was getting too big for its britches, “sleep with the patriarch and you’re sure to move up in the world.” A couple of them laughed as you took a deep breath in, your calm composure falling ever so slightly as a sensitive topic was touched upon.
It was true that you had moved up quickly within the ranks of The Majima family but you hadn’t gotten to where you are now by sleeping with Majima himself. He had always seen how diligently you had worked, sticking to The Yakuza ideals and always keeping a level head when doing your work. Right now, however, you did not have to work, there was no reason to keep these low-level lieutenants happy with you, or the family you belonged to, as you thought of that your hand slowly slipped into the back of your suit and grasped the dagger that was tucked away, ‘always for safe keeping’ Majima would say to you. This, however, did not mean to keep it safe, but to keep you safe, always.
“Gotta admit” the one who had spoken up first walked towards you, a cocky smirk on his face as he strode towards where you were patiently stood, hidden dagger in hand. “Someone who’s so good at keeping level headed does suit Majima-san the most, like that Nishida guy, gotta keep someone calm to balance out the craaaazyyy” his last few words had been drawn out in a mocking manner, a hand raised to his right temple and jokingly twirling in the air to represent his words.
As the other men laughed you pulled out your dagger, grabbed his hand, and turned the tides, pinning his face down against the wall where you had previously stood while twisting his arm and pressing the dagger against his neck. “Mock me all you like,” you whispered into his ear as the other men gasped, “but mock Majima-sama and we have serious problems,” you pushed the dagger further into his skin, a slither of blood dripping down the blade as he swallowed his pride, along with his saliva, “I don’t think your family would survive against ours, would they?” Your tone was one of feigned ignorance, calm and inquisitive as you asked the quivering coward simple questions. “Perhaps you should think before picking a fight with someone you can’t handle, particularly me and Majima-sama, hm?”
Before your victim could reply the door swung open and Majima came into view, his brow furrowed and an angry glare emanating from his good eye. Immediately you stood back, placed your hands firmly at your sides and bowed to greet him.
“Sir! I wasn’t-“
“It’s nothing Seiko-kun, musta deserved it. What’d he do?” A small grin made its way to Majima’s lips as he admired your devotion, he knew you only got that way when someone had insulted him, or the family, personally.
“Nothing that concerns you, Majima-sama , believe me-“ you glared over at the guy and held up your dagger to him once more, “it’s not worth your precious time” you placed the dagger back into its sheath and hid it behind your back once more
“No sir!” The lieutenants bowed as an apology before Majima shrugged and began walking down the hall.
“If ya say so, let’s go Seiko-kun” Majima began walking away and you followed closely behind, your eyes upfront and calm as you made your way out of Tojo HQ and into the car, you in the driver's seat and Majima behind.
A couple of minutes had passed in silence, both of you enjoying the calm of each other's company as you focused on the road and Majima focused on you. His eye bore a hole into the back of your head and you saw it every time you checked behind the car in the mirror, but you chose to say nothing. He was obviously in a bad mood from the meeting, him escaping partway through with a scowl was enough to tell you that, but usually there was chatter in the car as you rode back to the office.
“So what happened?” Majima broke the silence after a couple minutes of staring out of the window, he must have grown bored with the passing cars.
“They said things I didn’t agree with”
“Like?"
“Do you really need to know?”
“Now,” Majima tutted as a smile made its way back to his face, a finger pointed up and waving side to side, “is that any way to treat your boss?”
“Tch-“ you looked back in the mirror and saw his smirk before moving your eyes back to the road, you hated how he knew your weaknesses, “they said we were sleeping together, and that was the only reason I had been so successful, and so quick, with my promotions in the family”
“Ohh, no wonder you were so harsh on ‘em, I woulda been, too” Majima leaned back and looked out of the window as he crossed his leg, his right ankle on his left knee and his lightly hands resting on the inner of his thighs. “Having your achievements pinned on something you didn’t do that woulda been a lot easier, sure as shit ain’t nice to hear- ah- I didn’t mean it like that-“
Knowing Majima had your back always brought a smile to your, usually calm, face. A small display of emotion that was usually kept hidden, on show just for him. “I know what you mean, don’t worry about it, to be honest, I would have slept with you if I could but you were always so damn busy”
“Oh? You woulda?” Majima’s gaunt cheeks reddened a little as he looked over at you, smirking and staring at him in the mirror, “oh- you’re joking” he rolled his eyes and sighed looking back to the window at the passing cars.
“You got really happy at that Majima-sama, something you wanna tell me?”
“Eat shit”
You sat there staring at each other through the mirror as the car sat at a red light before bursting into fits of laughter
The light turned green and you drove off towards the office once again, the last few minutes sat in a happy silence between you both, appreciating the content atmosphere you had cultivated with Majima. Your eyes often wandered back to the mirror to watch him in his small and comfortable world, one of the few places he could let his guard down a little before heading back into his role as Patriarch and Senpai to the family, plus his jacket did nothing to cover himself and you did so enjoy watching him breathe.
“We're here, sir” you said before stepping out of the car and opening his door for him, once more bowing as he exited.
“Thanks Seiko-kun” Majima smiled at you before walking to the doors, hands in pockets and his guard back up once more in the characteristic sway of his hips. You stood and watched him walk away amongst his family members who were all bowed with their head low to greet their patriarch, and you. Another member ran up to you and bowed as you stood aside to let him take over the car and park it in The Family’s usual spot.
The feeling of walking amongst your peers as their captain was still a strange one, while you had filled in the role easily and commanded their respect it was still very alien to you being their commander. Listening to the shallow breathing of the men at your side as you walked past calm and collected, sticking to the Yakuza code and showing them the amount of respect you were supposed to, was rough and something you had never fully agreed with. These men were willing to die for Majima and the family, the same way you would, and probably will, and not being able to show all of them what that means to both you and Majima was insulting. A code that doesn’t value the people who uphold it, not just the top brass who are in charge but those grunts who do the hard work, is a code that will die. It was inevitable.
As you came to the doors you looked back at the men, still bowing low and waiting for you to enter the building, and then down at the pin on your lapel. A familiar, warm feeling spread through your chest as you felt the comfort of your found family before turning back around and proceeding into the offices.
Majima usually took time to himself after a meeting he didn't agree with, usually they were asking him to do something he didn’t wish to do or demanding The Majima family lay their lives down for some bullshit cause. Everytime a Patriarch dies, or a family has to disband Majima, more often than not, would get up to 200 hundred new recruits into his own, making it the biggest of The Tojo Clan so he’s always asked to lay down his men's lives for the sake of Daigo or the greater good. It’s really one of his biggest peeves about being tied down into the Tojo Clan, while he was, ultimately, in charge of his family he had to obey Daigo’s orders no matter what. Yakuza code to uphold and all, and Majima always upholds his moral codes even at the cost of his dignity, freedom, or life.
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A couple of hours passed and you had kept yourself occupied looking over paperwork concerning the finances of The Family, sorting out spending, repair work for damages made to Majima family turf, and collection payments from said turf. This was the work that you liked, the filing and organisation of it all, keeping things behind the scenes running smoothly. It was what you were good at, the best in the family if your title was anything to go by, and you often felt proud of the work you did, and how little you made mistakes.
Of course there were others who handled the wages and every day frivolities, you were there to check any major problems or spare work whenever you had a moment to breathe away from Majima… but you hadn’t heard from him, not a hair or even a whisper of what he was doing right now.
“Hmm...” you hummed, quietly putting your documents down and looking out of the window, “he’s been too quiet tonight… maybe I should check in on him” the statement seemed to be questioning but you had already placed your documents into the drawer before speedily heading to the door.
The halls of Millennium Tower were always so quiet, the slightest cough or sneeze ringing and echoing through the walls of your floor. Just like the footsteps you were making that erupted through the desolate silence. As you walked down you nodded to the guards, men were stationed at each door, 2 at yours and Majima’s, and 1 at the lieutenants along with their respective groupies inside the rooms when needed.
Your footsteps continued to echo through the halls as you passed various doors, the guards bowing in respect as menial mumbling chatter rang through the cracks of each room until you came to Majima’s corridor, you walked up and signalled his men to move further down the hall. Still on guard but with a little more privacy. You took a moment to yourself before knocking lightly and waiting for a response.
“Who‘s banging at my door this fuckin’ late?”
“It’s Seiko, sir”
“Oh… justa sec-“
A pause before you heard something heavy drop behind the door and Majima exclaiming painfully.
“Majima-sama? Are you okay?” More groans of pain made your heart quicken in worry, the beating echoing into your ears overpowered your, usually, calm composure, “I’m coming in!” Hastily you opened the door and saw Majima sat on his couch clutching his foot, and a bowling ball on the floor slowly rolling towards you.
“Ah,” you chuckled to yourself, “I think I see what happened”
“Just tryna have a happy memory and it’s gotta do that shit to me?!” Majima sighed and leaned back, legs apart and knees spread wide with his arms stretched out along the back of the seat. You smiled and closed the door behind you before picking up the ball and walking over to him, bowing for respect, and placing the ball back into the open bag on the coffee table, his eye following you every step of the way.
“Are you hurt Majima-san?”
“Naw- well... my pride maybe? Having you see me like this sure is a kick in the dick” he rolled his eye and looked away from you, sending his pout out of the window.
“Better than an actual kick in the dick though, right?” His response was nothing more than a click of his tongue and a sigh as he rolled his head, and his eye, back, “I hadn’t heard from you tonight so I thought I’d check in. After today’s meeting you seemed preoccupied, maybe even a little stressed-“
“I ain’t stressed Seiko-kun” his tone was short and guarded as he raised his head to meet your gaze.
“With all due respect Majima-sama, you are. I know you very well, better than most, and I know something happened in that meeting today” you sighed at his silence and sat in an adjacent chair, placing your chin on your fist and staring at him with bored eyes. He looked at you and scowled before averting his eye back to the window, but you continued to stare and crossed your legs.
“Tch- it’s just- it’s shit The Chairman’s got me doing, now that he’s healed and able to lead again, plus losing Mine and shit, everything’s just gone to fuck and I’m the one who has to put it together again”
You could see how annoyed it made him to be tied down like this, he just wants to do his own thing with people he trusts surrounding him but every time something happened in The Clan Majima was usually the one who had to clean up the mess and with every mess he got tied down even more.
“Unfortunately, this isn’t like in 2006 when you were able to just break away and start on Kamurocho Hills… although-“ he looked back over to you, eye soft and pleading behind his dagger-like glare, “-technically there’s not much stopping you from doing the same right now, if that’s what you choose to do, sir”
“Nothing but a promise”
“To whom?”
“Kiryu Kazama"
You both sat in silence for a moment, the muffled sounds of Kamurocho below echoing into the dimly lit room. The silence was suffocating, unsaid feelings and context ripping the two of you apart before you gathered the courage to break it.
“I see, you do hate breaking promises, sir"
“You really do think you know me don’t you Seiko-chan? Huh?!” Majima stood up and balled up his fists, the soft squelch of leather rubbing against itself filling the angry atmosphere. You sat there and stared at him silently, your eyes telling him you weren’t buying this façade he was putting up. “Ain’t nothing worse n’ a guy who can’t even keep his word. It’s too much that we let Yakuza get this fuckin’ soft all this time, only caring about makin’ money and being on top. Ain't shit without the strength to back it up.”
Majima turned around and sighed before walking over to the window, he placed his elbow above his head and stared down at Kamurocho like a lion watching and guarding over his pride.
“Is this about Makoto Tateyama-san?”
Once again, silence.
You could hear Majima’s breathing getting heavier as he thought about how he wanted to approach this with you and you sat there ready to take it all, he needed to get his emotions out and into the open. Carrying a torch for someone for 21 years wasn’t exactly healthy and the only way Majima knew how to take his mind from it was filling his days with menial tasks, or finding people to fight to prove to himself
“It’s been 4 years since she left the country with her family” you could see Majima’s fist tightening and the scowl on his face getting even angrier as he continued to stare out of the window.
His voice was low, almost a growl, and nothing like his usual scratchy tone “you should know when to shut up and to keep her name outta your mouth”
“I can tell you how she’s doing if you wish, I have people checking on her and her family often to make sure she’s safe”
Majima’s breath hitched in his throat and he looked over to you, his eyebrows still knitted together but now in a combined look of anger, curiosity, and affection. “Why? I never ask’d ya to do that, how’d ya even know?!” He took a step towards you, his arm falling down to his hip and hands still balled into fists. You stood up and clasped your hands behind your back keeping eye contact with him.
“When I joined the family I had my sights fixed on becoming your captain as fast as I could so I dug into your past. The things that happened with Shimano-san and Saejima-san, Yuki-chan and Makoto-san.” He stopped and stared at you, eye wide with awe and mouth slightly agape along with his still knitted brow, “I’ve made it my goal to make sure no loose ends come and bite you in the ass in the future, and that the people you care about are taken care of no matter what. I had hoped to keep your mind at ease.”
“At ease?” Majima’s voice was barely a whisper, the words only just crawling their way to your ears as you stood your ground. “Finding out one of the only people I trust is going behind my back to get info on me, that’s supposed’ta put my mind at ease? Huh?!” Majima’s voice rolled into a roar as he took a step towards you, the anger radiating off of him and his mad eye shaking around as he bore a hole into your skull with glare alone.
“Yes.”
Your reply was short and abrupt, the final tipping point before Majima ran towards you and grabbed your collar pushing you back into the wall. You both grunted at the impact as books fell off of his shelves. Your hands came up and gripped his arms in a futile effort to keep him at bay, there was no way you’d be able to take The Mad Dog in any kind of fight, not that you’d want to but you had to try to calm him down somehow.
“The fuck you think you are?! Huh?!”
“The one person who’s always on your side no matter what Majima-san!” He didn’t budge, “I didn’t do it for blackmail or for any kind of leverage, if I wanted that I wouldn’t have worked so fucking hard to get to where I am now. Here! Right by your fucking side where I plan to stay!”
Tears blinded your vision as you poured your heart out to him, the things you admire most about Majima flashing through your mind as his grip on your collar loosened.
The way he never backed down from fights.
His loyalty to the people close to him, especially his family.
The promises he never breaks no matter how hard it is to get to the result.
How hard he fights when he lets loose, especially when he fights Kiryu.
His smile.
His laugh.
His nose.
His lips.
Him…
“Sei- no… (Y/N)-kun…” him saying your name made your heart skip a beat and the breath in your lungs disappear. His hands lay on your chest, slightly smoothing down the fabric of your creased shirt and he averted his gaze, almost sheepishly, as he realised what he had done.
“Unless you throw me out yourself I don’t ever plan on leaving you, Majima-san. Not for all the Yen in Japan, not even to start my own family-“
“You’d be a great patriarch, y’know”
You smiled and lightly sighed, “not nearly as great as you.”
A small gasp made it’s way past his lips once more before his gaze made its way back to your own, eye slightly watering as you studied him making sure to remember every little detail you could. Only now could you feel how close he had gotten, Majima’s breath a small breeze upon your lips, both of you breathing in eachothers air.
All the blood in your body became intimately known to you as well as where it was rushing to. The heat rising in your cheeks and the small, rushed, beating of your heart echoing into your eardrums.
Majimas voice was barely above a whisper as he leaned his head forward, eye now focused solely on his gloved hand smoothing down your shirt. “Seiko I…” he let out a breathy sigh before a small smile made its way into his lips, Kansai accent slipping from his words, “I haven’t felt this comfortable alone with someone in years, I don’t even know how I’m supposed to feel… not anymore”
“I know” you were in no position to give him advice about how to feel when your own emotions were hardly ever in check, “I’ll be here whenever you need to feel comfortable. No matter how far away I am, even if another family has me locked up. I’ll fight my way to you with every fibre of my being, nothing will keep me from you Majima. Our world has no enemy I won’t kill to make my way back to you.”
He leaned his head down slightly, eye closing as he became more and more vulnerable the closer he got to you, and you felt the same about him. Your breath became shakier as your heart continued to beat out of turn, you leaned your head forward and pressed your forehead against his, feeling how hot his body was, your noses barely touching and your hand resting on his bicep.
Kamurocho stopped in those few seconds, no sounds, no lights, no traffic, just the two of you alone on this earth.
Majima was the first to move, his hand creeping up to the side of your neck and his head tilting to the right as he brought your lips closer together, your breath trapped in your lungs as you anticipated his lips upon yours. Your eyes had been focused on anything but his gaze until now, you looked up and he had already been studying you. Just as your lips were about to touch there was a knock at the door, both of you jumped and parted before someone walked in and bowed, looking like he had bad news.
“Sir, I’m sorry to interrupt but there’s a phone call from The Chairman, he says it’s urgent”
Majima sighed and turned away from you, the lingering heat from his hand on your chest slowly fading away as you averted your gaze. All of the trapped air in your lungs made its way out and you stood there out of breath and embarrassed.
“You should get that! I’ll leave you alone. Thank you for seeing me Majima-sama, have a good night.” You bowed and Majima opened his mouth to protest but before he could you quickly made your way out of the door and down the hall to the elevator, face red and still short of breath.
Once the elevator doors closed, and you were alone, everything hit you and you couldn’t stop yourself falling onto the wall for support, the cool metal of the lift. All breath left your lungs as the emotions took over, arms wrapping around yourself and eyes fixed on the floor as you tried everything you could to calm down the thoughts in your head and the thoughts in your heart.
You remained that way until the elevator came to the floor of your office. You stepped out, having regained your calm persona, and walked down the halls with your hands firmly by your side, the right one almost burning as you remembered the feeling of Majima’s bicep in your grip. Your chest aflame with his handprint as you continued trying to keep your composure, determined not to let any of The Family see you like this.
You spent the remainder of your night awake and alone in your office, laying down on your couch with a pillow for company and the Kamurocho sounds, and rain, for ambience. Each thought was of him, how close the two of you had gotten, and how much closer you were about to get before you were interrupted.
is it okay to request? it doesn't mention anywhere about your current request status whether or not you're taking them or not so im going to leave this here -
(NSFW)
a diavolo oneshot where he tries to cook by himself, no magic, no barbatos. why? because its our belated birthday! he wants to be special this time around well, cause, we're special to him. it ends up not working because of how much stuff he wanted to prepare for us. we end up walking in on the mess in the kitchen and diavolo explains that he tried to make us a birthday feast but it failed, so instead, we propose a different type of gift, one that we've been meaning to ask (basically having sex)
You get one request lmao, I’m bored and waiting for a queue in FFXIV.
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It was your first birthday together as a couple and Diavolo wanted it to be special, unfortunately he had been so busy recently that he hadn’t been able to celebrate on your actual birthday with you. He had researched into human customs and traditions surrounding birthdays and found that many humans would cook a meal for their loved one as a sign of how much their partner means to them so, of course, Diavolo wanted to do that. He had eaten food, and watched Barbatos cook when he was a small prince so how hard could it be?
Very. Very, very hard. Diavolo couldn’t decide on which of your favourite meals to cook and ended up trying to cook 3 of them, a cute thought with terrible execution as there pots and pans were strewn across various worktops, knives and spoons piled within the sink almost overflowing as Diavolo tried to save at least one of his meals.
“Dia, what are you doing?” He heard his name and spun around to see you in the doorframe of the kitchen, a curious raise in your brow as you attempted to try and take in which bomb had happened within the kitchen.
“My love! You-“ Diavolo fumbled around trying to hide his messes but ended up doing the opposite, bowls and utensils fell into the floor causing a crash that Barbatos definitely heard on the other side of the castle. Diavolo sighed and resigned to his failure, a melancholy tone to his voice as he sunk to the floor, out of view behind the kitchen island. “-it was supposed to be a surprise…”
You walked around and saw your Prince with his chin in his hand, disappointment heavy within his eyes. “What was?” You looked around to see if there was anything worth saving in the room but, unfortunately, nothing jumped out. Pasta was burnt, sauces gloopy, and pies blackened. “Dia what happened?”
“We couldn’t spend your birthday together!” He stood up and pleaded, resignation rope on his face as his brows knitted together and his fangs bared, not in anger but in apology. “I felt terrible not being able to spend your birthday with you and I’ve been thinking for days about how to make it up to you, and then I remembered your favourite dishes and how they made you smile when you ate them and I wished to see it again….l but I failed”
You giggled and kissed Diavolo’s cheek, causing it to deepen a little. “Oh Dia… honey I don’t mind that we couldn’t spend it together, the brothers kept me company and you let me know it was going to be like that. I knew it would be a little while before we could actually celebrate, I honestly don’t mind”
“Really?”
“Really! It’s just a birthday, what’s one day in forever?” You pulled him down for a kiss, which he gladly accepted, and wrapped your arm around his neck in an attempt to comfort him. Diavolo’s arms came to your waist, lifting you up to the dirty worktop so as to bring you closer to him, both of your knees on either side of his hips as he pressed his groin into yours, albeit an accident but it gave you a thought.
“Y’know, you could always make it up to me in other ways” you could only pull away for a few seconds before Diavolo ravaged your lips again, his reply wasn’t even distinguishable as the prince wouldn’t bring his lips from yours at all.
‘Hmrpfh?’
Each leg connected behind his back and you rolled your hips into his giving him a clear indication of what it was that you wanted. Diavolo pulled away with a soft ‘oh?’, you smiled in return biting your lip in anticipation.
“I’m a lot better at making you scream my name than I am at cooking, thrice over to make up for the meals you couldn’t have”
“Well, you’re my favourite meal of all after all”
Diavolo thrust his hips into yours and smirked, “and you’re mine”
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Excerpt:
She paused at the photo album, carefully glancing over the plastic-covered pages. There was one of her as a little girl, no older than two years, playfully crawling across the old room in Vault 101. One was of her and Amata, both with gap-toothed grins, with her arms wrapped around the other girl as though they’d never be separated. Another was of her birthday, just her and her father, nothing but her new BB gun between them. There were also a few taken for school; a couple just of her, one of her entire class the year she graduated.
There was another; one that had been given to her in secret when she’d returned to respond to Vault 101. It was found in Bonnie’s old room after she’d escaped, in a hidden drawer of her father’s desk. It had been all Amata could do to keep it safe- many of Bonnie’s things had been destroyed in the aftermath. She didn’t know where it was from, only that it was extremely old, and very clearly not taken in the Vault. Not something her father would have wanted to lose, and certainly not something that could be shown to the other residents. There was no way the Overseer would let anyone see something that showed one of them outside.
The picture itself was badly damaged, probably due to years of being hidden away, but Bonnie had trouble imagining it was ever high quality. Anyone taking a photo in the wasteland had to make do with whatever film and camera they could find, assuming they could even get it to work.
Still, even with the damage, she could clearly see her father’s smiling face, younger than she remembered ever seeing him. In his arms, also smiling, laughing even, was a young woman. Bonnie had trouble making out the details of her face, but she could see short black hair, plain and messy as Bonnie’s own. What facial features she could make out didn’t look all that familiar, but that didn’t mean anything: Bonnie had always been told that she looked like her father anyways. There was no doubt in her mind that the woman was her mother.
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What They Like Orally: Brothers + Diavolo HC’s SMUT
Also what their Cum is like cause I’m a cum whore
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Lucifer:
He loves to push your head down just that little too far so he can hear you gag on his cock, you only know that because Lucifer sniggers under his breath when it happens
Threading your hair in his gloved fingers and taking a fistful to control your movements with is also a favourite, it gives him full control and makes sure he get’s something he wants
Lucifer keeps his hips steady so there’s never any unnecessary thrusting, his thighs close you in and keep you locked.
He’s calm and composed, his loads are large and thick, he doesn’t have much time to relieve himself sexually between these sessions
Mammon:
Mammon can’t keep himself composed while you’re down there, he’s a blushy mess as you take him in your mouth, but the one thing that drives him crazy? When you pump him cock, look him in the eye, and bite your lip.
He can’t keep his breath steady at all, his thighs and hips jolt and thrust as you bob your head up and down him, he tries to compose himself so he doesn't appear weak but he just can’t help it
Me mutters your name over and over and cums quickly
His loads are small and liquid, he has sexual dreams about you very often and wakes up to pleasure himself
Leviathan:
Leviathan’s hips are the worst, he can’t control them even a little. You have to pin his hips down to even try to keep him steady. His tail wraps around your legs or your stomach, desperate to draw you closer to him in some way.
He loves it when you roll your tongue over the slit of his dick, licking up his precum and staring him in the eyes with lust drooling from your pupils.
Leviathan’s hands are always gripping the nearest thing at his sides, be it his jacket, headphones, armrests, he will grab literally anything.
Levi takes a little bit of time to cum, hes nervous and takes a little while to get into the rhthym.
He cums in one load, stringy and thick with moans and whimpers littering the room, he jerks off every few days so he’s not pent up, not until he falls for you and finds it hard to beat off to anything but you
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Satan:
Satan is in control. He loves to be standing, having you on your knees, hands clamped onto his hips. You do all the work, his hands merely caress your cheek playfully, teasing you with his hands.
Licking up from his balls to his shaft will earn you a very audible moan, if you time it right he may even whisper your name
Outside Satan is calm and composed, but inside he’s unravelling, lip biting and furrowed brows as his body rebels against him, muscles trembling as he finally cums in your mouth
Satan takes his time to cum, watching you work for it, earning it, making sure you deserve it
He cums in spurts, thin and liquidy, spraying around a little, his fingers dig into your shoulder and his back hit’s the wall to keep him upright and composed as best he can.
Asmodeus:
The avatar of Lust knows what he wants, but he wants you to have a good time giving it to him. His hands thread through your hair, massaging your scalp and comforting you, making sure that you’re comfortable. If you’re enjoying it he’s enjoying it even more.
Asmo likes to lie down when you give him oral, he can let himself go and know that you’re loving it.
One of his favourites is when you kiss his stomach and jerk him off, your other hand pinching one of his nipples.
Asmo can expertly control his hips and thrusts, helping along with the rhythm, the tip hitting the back of your throat but no gag in sight.
He moans your name, like a melody in the wind, it tastes like a sweet bourbon warming your very soul on a cool winters night and only spurs on your own arousal.
He cums loudly, but he doesn't scream in pleasure, it’s a rehearsed scene he’s played a thousand times and perfected. His load is massive and thick, it’s sweet and addicting as you swallow.
Beelzebub:
Beel can lift you with one hand and he is very aware of how strong he is so he doesn’t like to have his hands on your head while you’re pleasuring him, he doesn’t want to lose control and push you too hard unless you ask him to do that
He’s a whiner, hating it when your mouth leaves his dick for too long. Beel will pout and moan your name with puppy dog eyes, and how could you resist?
He loves to know you’re hungry for his dick, and especially his cum, feeling your teeth slides lightly against the skin drives him wild, his hips jolt as you suck him off, he can feel how ravenous you are for him.
Beelzebub’s loads are the thickest, they’re small but so thick, his moans loud and roaring as he releases, hands clenching at the shirt he has between his teeth.
Belphegor:
Belphie had a lot of wet dreams, more since falling for you, he humps the mattress, or pillows he’s sleeping in. His dreams are so vivid he’s not always sure he’s awake so when you’re sucking him off he get’s a little bratty.
He sniggers and pushes his hips into you, sticking his tongue out between his teeth as you look up at him but as you continue he loses himself.
He mewls and unravels, burying his face in his pillows or the crook of his arm, feeling your tongue roll around the head with your thumb massaging a vein at the base, and your other hand fondling his balls softly.
Belphegor’s hips jolt every so often when he’s truly enjoying it, panting and softly moaning before cumming abruptly, biting into the closest thing to his mouth to stop him from being loud.
He cums one thin stream with droplets, his cock twitches the most out of his brothers.
Diavolo:
He’s not a prince of a country, he’s the prince of a whole realm. He has a strong bloodline with even stronger genetics, his cock is girthy and long, you can barely fit half in your mouth but fuck if he doesn’t like to see you try.
He loves to take you into closets at RAD and demand you please him, nothing can like you, not anymore.
He stands against the wall, watching you try your best to fit him in your mouth, but he loves it when you take him to the back of your throat and look up at him with those eyes of yours, they say sorry but there’s that hint of lust that makes him want to fuck you.
Diavolo’s hips move of their own accord, he tilts his head back and let’s himself guide your head. One time you lifted his thigh over your shoulder and that drove him crazy.
He comes alot and you have to swallow it all or he’ll make you pay next time, he’s made that point quite a few times. His cum tastes sweet so really? You don’t mind at all.
Walking in on a GN! MC Masturbating (SMUT HC’s) Brothers
Tags: Masturbation, Voyeurism, SMUT
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Lucifer:
He had wanted to ask you whether you had finished your schoolwork for the night, but in reality Lucifer just wanted to see you.
He raised his hand to knock the door but heard the most curious of noises
“Hah~ hah~” You were panting in, what seemed like, excitement. He was sure you were pleasuring yourself and turned to walk away but stopped when he heard something else, “lucifer! Hah~” he stood and smirked, turned back around, and hovered his hand over the handle and waited for the opportune moment.
Just as you began cumming, thighs twitching, hand covered in your juices wit the other clutching the pillow behind your head Lucifer decided to come in, he opened and closed the door silently and stood at the door frame admiring you.
As you came down from your high you stared up and the ceiling, panting like a dog you looked down and saw Lucifer staring at you with hungry eyes, his arms crossed, and dick hard within his trousers.
“Without me? How dare you MC, we shall have to find a punishment worthy of this” he says as he walks up to you undoing his tie.
Mammon:
Mammon never thinks when he comes into your room, his head is in the clouds and he just opens the door without thinking.
So when he bursts in and sees you dishevelled, sweating, and touching yourself he just helps out in surprise.
You scream in shock and pull the covers up over you, Mammon stands there with his eyes wide open and mouth agape, a deepened blush covering his entire body.
“I-IM SORRY!” He covers his eyes and runs out only to run into the doorframe, he whacks his head and runs out, slamming the door shut.
Mammon stands with his back against your door, panting and shaking with a red face, and a hard on raging in his pants as he plays the image in a loop.
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Leviathan:
Why weren't you answering your D.D.D.? He had very important news to share with you, 3 now that you had taken your time in answering him back, making him leave his room like this to find you.
Leviathan knocked on your door and waited for you to answer, which you didn’t, maybe you had fallen asleep? He opened the door and walked in anyway. You weren’t on your bed, or at your desk, so where were you? He looked around
He heard some noises in your bathroom, moaning and splashing around, and, stupidly, he followed. The door opened slowly and Levi’s eyes widened, there he saw you. You were sat on the floor of the shower, the water flowing down your body as your hands pleasured yourself, eyes closed and head solidly against the tiles
Leviathan stood there speechless, his face beet red, phone slipping out of his hand, you hadn’t noticed him staring at you yet and Leviathan wasn’t going to let you, he yelped and ran out, door closing abruptly and making him land on his ass outside of your bathroom.
He heard you say some words but couldn’t understand them through the heartbeats thrumming in his ears, his face was still red but he had another problem now. The fact his dick was hard as rock and he just couldn’t unsee that amazing image of you
Satan:
It was early morning and Satan had just finished the last book of his pile, he sighed and stood up to walk to the library. The halls were quiet and empty, a slight noise from Leviathans room as he spoke to his computer. At times like this Satan would wonder what you were up to, he had feelings for you, and you did for him, but both of you hadn’t acted upon them seriously.
He walked up to the door and saw a light from within, curiously he opened the door and peered within and was faced with a very peculiar sight.
You. Humping the side of the arm that Satan usually sits on and holding one of his shirts to your nose.
Your face was a picture and one he seldom enjoyed, you were there with your hips rolling against the arm rest, eyes staring down at your D.D.D. within your hand as the other clutched his scent against your nose.
He stayed there even after you had came, you were panting, still straddling the armrest and holding his sweater to your face. A tear fell down your cheek as your legs shook from your orgasm and this is when he decided to walk in.
Satan wasn’t that hard as he had already masturbated to you, the handkerchief in his pocket holding his semen as he walked up to you with a calm, slightly reddened, face, oh how he enjoyed watching you scramble to explain your current situation
Asmodeus:
Asmo always knew what salts and scents to use to spur you into masturbating in the bath, he used them all the time for people who had trouble getting into the mood, so when you come up to him and shyly ask for some advice he’s more than happy to oblige.
Asmodeus handed you some of the best ones he knew, extracts of specific plants, and calming oils. What you had failed to tell him is that you had planned on taking a bath in his bath, he didn’t mind all that much but only because he was able to view you in all of your splendour.
You were faced away from the door and Asmo stood at the door frame, he watched and judged your masturbation technique and before long he walked up and whispered into your ear.
“I know a much better way for you pleasure yourself” You yelp in surprise as his voice invades your thoughts, you sit there and come up with excuses but Asmo merely laughs.
“I didn’t tell you to stop, I’d like to see you complete what you started” You agree and begin to pleasure yourself once again, Asmo stands on the sidelines and gives you advice, showing you places you didn’t even think would give you pleasure.
Needless to say it was one of the best orgasms you had ever had, and Asmo wanted in on it next time.
Beelzebub:
He had found a new snack that he wanted you to try but Beel couldn’t find you anywhere, you weren’t in your room, the common room, or the kitchen. Beel looked through all of the house and couldn’t fin you for the life of him, so he walked back to his room defeated.
As his hand came to the doorknob he heard some sounds from inside, he turned the handle slowly and opened the door, Beel said under his breath “Belphie?” hoping his brother was having a good dream but instead he was faced with a much different picture.
You were on his bed, humping his pillow and smothered in his sheets, they were wrapped around you and your arms, nose deep into it as your hips rolled against the cushion
“MC?” Beel stood there dumbfounded, he was your boyfriend but he never expected this, you looked at him pleadingly for release, crawling slowly toward him and dropping the covers.
“All you had to do was ask MC” Beel licked his lips and walked towards you, dropping the snack in his hand, his eyes only on you.
Belphegor:
The attic was Belphie’s safe space, a place he could nap alone and away from his brothers, he shared it with you so that you could have a place of your own, too, or to share with him.
He walked up the stairs and yawned, hoping to catch a few hours by himself. As he came to the door his eyes opened again and he saw you amongst the the pillows, hand firmly in your underwear as the other grabbed as the cushions surrounding you.
He stood there dumbstruck, not knowing whether to watch, join, or leave you alone, but as he was making his decision you saw him.
A blush surrounding your face as you sheepishly removed your hand from yourself and spluttered to make excuses.
“I don’t care, can I sleep here?” Belphie makes it out like he doesn’t care but as he snuggles up to you his hip grinds into yours, making his erection known to you, and it was up to you whether something was to be done about it.
Diavolo’s breath was hot upon your neck, your sighs echoing off of the walls of his bedroom as his hands maneuvered their way around your hips, the hem of your shirt curling over his fingertips as he dotted sweet kisses on your skin. Each touch of his lips caused your skin to electrify, a small shiver through your body as you sighed heavenly sounds. Your hand was entwined in his hair, a small fistful of his brown locks, fingernails scraping softly against his scalp, a tasteful pain amongst the pleasure.
The Prince’s groans were like a drug, each one spurring you on to please him more and more, softly tugging on his hair, your other hand running over his and caressing his fingers. His name was whispered from your lips, half lidded eyes trying their best to focus on the room in front of you but it was getting harder and harder with each passing second with him.
Diavolo’s voice whispered into your ear as he began to undo the buttons on your trousers, “MC, I want to try something new for you tonight” his voice was a low, sultry, drawl, breath still causing you to shiver amongst the pleasure.
“Yes?” You purred in reply, turning your head to meet his gaze. Diavolo’s hands continued to undress your lower half sliding your trousers down slowly and exposing your underwear.
“I saw someone wearing a shirt that said ‘Save a Horse and Ride a Demon’ and that’s what I want you to do,” Diavolo bit down on your earlobe, pulled it back just a little, and released before continuing his thoughts “ride my thigh, MC” The way his voice dipped with your name sent heat straight to your loins, your thighs clamping together as you got wetter.
“Well, we do need to save horses” You turned around with a smirk plastered onto your face, Diavolo returning with a grin. You placed your hands on Diavolo’s chest and pushed him back towards his bed biting your lip and staring him in the eye. His legs hit the side of the bed and he sat down, keeping his eyes fixed onto yours. Diavolo stared straight up at you, a boyish wonder in his eyes being enveloped with excitement. You softly placed a hand under his chin and planted a kiss on his lips, deep and soothing, his eyes closing, along with yours, as you lost yourselves within each other. Your other hand began to unbutton your shirt, revealing your chest slowly, working buttons with one hand had become a special skill of yours. Diavolo’s hands came to your trousers once more, hooking his thumbs on the waistband and pulling them down over your thighs, you lifted one of your knees as you bit down on his bottom lip, asking him to continue undressing you.
After removing your trousers you kicked them off behind you, Diavolo’s hands resting on your hips once more, teetering on the edge of your underwear. Your fingers finished on the last of your buttons, lips still attacking your lovers’ in erratic movements, demanding you take control of the situation. Your shirt opened and revealed the rest of your chest to Diavolo, nipples already perked from your sexual affections. He pulled away from you and looked down, admiring your body as much he could, hands roaming around your skin, squeezing every so often when he found something he particularly liked, caressing over the spots he knew were sensitive and would make you mewl like a kitten for him.
“Hell’s bells you are gorgeous, how’d a prince like me ever get so lucky?” His tone was playful but you knew he meant it, you smiled and gave him a small chuckle in return before leaning down and wrapping your arms around his neck with your chest pressed against him, and whispering in his ear.
“I dunno, you should give me some pointers some time” You licked up his ear and bit down on his earlobe, a soft gasp escaping him as Diavolo’s head was thrown back. Your knees came up onto the bed and the prince shuffled back just a little, his legs widening to give you some extra space. You had one knee between Diavolo’s legs and the other over his right leg, your hips hovering over his thigh in a small attempt at torture.
Diavolo’s hands had been resting on your hips but one came down over your thigh, caressing the inner just a little before coming to your underwear, his fingers brushing over the clothed folds of your labia, a sharp breath being sucked in as your stomach tensed at his sensitive touch.
“Dia!” your cry was almost silent, back arching as you leaned into his hand, slightly out of breath as your body screamed for him to touch you more.
Diavolo responded with a curious sound, his fingers deepening into the touch as the tips explored your wetness, “my goodness MC, you’re wet already” you could tell he was grinning just by the tone of his voice. “Ride them” he softly ordered, and you obeyed. Moving your hips back and forth, leaning your pussy deeper into his touch. His lips kissed along your neck, other hand sneaking under your underwear and cupping your bare ass, spurring you to move faster, and acting as a support. You panted and moaned into his shoulder as your stomach twisted and turned at the feeling of the pleasure. “I hate to say it but your underwear is getting in the way, maybe we should take them o-” you interrupted Diavolo.
“Just rip them” you whispered, almost begging him. Diavolo acted surprised but only smiled before moving his hands to the side of your underwear and tearing at the fabric, the soft ripping music to your ears. Once both sides were ripped he quickly grabbed the remaining fabric and removed it, exposing you to him. “I can’t wait any longer” another whisper before planting yourself on his thigh, your juices soaking into the fabric, hips still moving up and down in a slow rhythm as your clit rubbed against his trouser leg.
You sighed and moaned, your head rolling back, hands coming to his legs for support, back arched up and showing him your chest, which he wasted no time in kissing. His lips dotting around your skin, circling nipples that ached for his touch. Diavolos hands gripped your ass cheeks, painted fingernails digging into the skin, his touch driving you to ride him harder. His name was an echo on your lips amongst the guttural moans and sighs of pleasure. Your hips kept riding him and you could tell he was enjoying it, he was moaning just as hard as you, almost growling, his cock erect and adamant to try and escape the confines of his trousers, but Diavolo did nothing about himself, ignoring it and focusing on you.
Your stomach tied itself in a knot, spine crackling with electricity as your body gave you away. Your climax was coming, the telltale signs radiating from you as your thighs spasmed and jolted, hips faltering with every other roll, and your chest heaving with erotic moans. You felt like you were on fire, Diavolo’s thigh was flooded with your juices, his lips still attacking your chest, licking and softly biting on your nipples as you moaned out mewling sighs.
“Dia I’m- I’m close!” Your voice was hoarse, desperate for release as your abdomen screamed for him to continue touching you.
“Cum, please cum for me MC” Diavolo was soft as he whispered his plea, his lips moving to your neck as he softly bit down in that sweet spot you loved so much. That one bite was enough to send you to heaven, a rush of adrenaline washing over you as you climaxed, his name shouted from your lips as your legs twitched and convulsed, back spasming with each moan, the walls of your pussy clenching as releasing as you came onto his thigh. Your back arching forward as you panted in release, hands coming to rest on his shoulders.
“I-” you could barely get any words out, lungs burning as you tried your best to breathe, mind still boggled, a light laughter at your own jumbled mess of a body.
“You’re beautiful MC” Diavolo whispered, his hands caressing your back, supportive and kind as you came down from your high, soft kisses dotted around on your neck. “Truly beautiful”
You pulled away from Diavolo and cupped his cheek before placing a soft kiss on his lips, your other hand going down to cup his erection, “thank you but, I think it’s your turn” he chuckled and wrapped his arms around you before rapidly leaning back and throwing you onto the bed with him, both of you laughing with bliss.
Notes: Fucking while someone else is asleep close to you is really hot and I’m here to provide, also Belphie sleeps really deeply like come on bro wake up. I’m also still unsure about my characterisation of Beel, so please have mercy.
Tags: Gender Neutral MC, Anal, Creampie, Biting, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Cum
Word count: 1.9K
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“Beel?”
“Yeah?”
“I can’t sleep”
You heard Beelzebub grunt softly, his hand sneaking around and resting on your waist, groin pressed into your ass as his huge body spooned you.
“Why not?” His voice was low, and a little hoarse, inches away from your ear and trying to be deathly silent as his brother slept in the other bed. He was always overly warm, his arms could almost wrap around you twice while you lay next to him and his breathing was so steadily soft that it has never failed to help you sleep before.
“I think I had too much sugar before bed....” your voice was resigned and full of solemn tones, you felt terrible about keeping him awake like this but you couldn’t help yourself with all of this extra energy.
“I hate it when that happens, can I help?” You replied to his question with a soft grunt, unconsciously moving your hips into his groin and causing his arms to tense up a little.
“I’m sorry about waking you up too....”
“It’s okay MC, Belphie does it all the time when he wants to cuddle” You smiled at his small confession and looked over at Belphegor, snoozing away on his bed, hair covering his face as he snored lightly, there was always a soft light in the twins’ room from a lap on their balcony, the light echoing through the chandelier and giving a comforting glow, just bright enough to see in the dark but not so bright it deterred you from sleeping.
“That’s really cute” you giggled lightly and Beel joined in, “almost adorable” You turned your head around and gave Beelzebub a light smile, “we could always....y’know”
He raised an eyebrow and looked over at Belphegor, “But, Belphie-”
“He won’t wake up, he’s the heaviest sleeper I know and I had a friend that could sleep through a marching band” you chuckled and leaned in for a kiss, knowing you were convincing Beelzebub. He gave you a chuckle before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on your bottom lip, both of you giggling into each other’s mouths.
“Okay“ Beel’s hand moved under your sleeping shirt and tickled your stomach, skin tingling at his fingertips as your hips began to roll around his groin. You pressed your face a little harder into his, your hand coming up and cupping his cheek.
Beel thrust his pelvis into your ass, his half-chub steadily growing between your ass cheeks as his hand palmed your chest, fingers pinching at your erect bud. A soft moan escaped your throat as his touches spurred your arousal, hips grinding back against Beel’s teasing him to go further.
Beel’s thigh came between your legs, forcing them to part and for you to place your foot behind his own, anchoring it securely. His lips came off of your own and worked down your jawline, eyes hungrily taking in all the skin he could see in the dim light. You could feel his teeth clash against your flesh, hungrily biting between kisses, fangs digging into your skin and grazing it a little, the slight pain only spurred you on. Thighs aching in place of your groin, juices flowing from your own arousal.
Beel’s fingers trailed down your stomach, sliding into the waistband of both your pyjamas and underwear, steadily working it’s way onto your sex. His fingers nimbly working around your sex, your moans growing a little louder with no respect for the slumbering being in the room. Your own hand slid back, between your ass and Beel’s pelvis, palming his near-hard cock, a sharp inhale from his lips upon your shoulder.
“Right there” he whispered, his voice low and gravelly as he bit into your shoulder, his hips dry humping against your hand. You could feel almost every inch of him against you, just how hungry he was for this, for you. You were both softly moaning into each other, hips rolling with the caresses and only increasing how much touch you were both receiving.
Beel leaned up onto his other elbow, thrusting his dick between your cheeks, his other hand pulling the clothes on your lower half down, your own hand trying to pull his trousers and boxer shorts down, eager to feel his dick between your fingers.
Once he was released you clasped him and began to pump, his hips continuing to extend your touches, your hand rotating as your arm moved up and down, hips pushing back into his and his own fingers tickled at your sex.
“Fuck me, please Beel” he smiled against your skin and pressed a soft kiss on your shoulder.
“Could you get the lube? it’s in the drawe-” before he’d even finished talking your hand left his cock and went for the bedside cabinet, trying to be quiet about opening it but the sounds were a little louder than you had anticipated. Beel snorted and you went to face him to hand the lube but Belphegor begin to stir, making a slight noise and moving his head deeper into his pillow.
You and Beel stayed still, watching Belphegor like a hawk. Content that he was still fast asleep you handed Beel the lube and pressed a kiss onto his nose. As silently as you could you both shifted around, Beel opening the lube and drizzling a fair amount on his cock, your hand came back and massaged it around the skin. Beel, on the other hand, dribbled some lube onto his fingers and placed them at your entrance, smothering it around and inserting his fingers into you.
A sharp yelp came from the surprise invasion, your eyebrows raising, and fingers gripping Beel’s cock tighter. He gave you a breathy chuckle before his other hand came to your mouth to silence you. You couldn’t contain your moans though, your throat betraying you as Beel’s fingers continued to move within you, curling around and massaging your inner walls, his palm flat against the rest of your sex and the sounds of liquids coming from the both of you.
You pointed Beel’s cock to your entrance, leg still lifted and anchored behind his own, desperate for him to fill you. He took the hint and removed his fingers from you and took over the positioning, your hand coming to his neck and accidentally spreading lube over his skin. You whispered an ‘oops’ before chuckling lightly, Beelzebub joining you in your quiet laughter.
His tip teased at your entrance, softly pressing against your hole, asking you for encouragement. You pushed your hips back, pressing his cock directly against your hole and pushing it in just a little, showing him how desperate you were for him right now, mouthing a soft ‘please’.
He smiled at you and pushed himself in, stretching your hole as he sheathed himself within you. You bit down on your lip to suffocate any moans that wished to come from you as Beel stuffed you full, hand clenched on his throat, the other taking up a handful of bedsheets.
“Hah-!” As he fully inserted himself Beel placed a kiss on your shoulder before pulling his hips out, cock leaving your hole in the most pleasurable way possible, you groaned against your lips and buried your face in a nearby pillow to muffle your sound. Beel did no such thing, his low grunts echoing into your shoulder and he bit down against your skin.
He started to thrust faster, your stomach turning as your climax grew within you. Your hand clutching at Beelzebub’s neck, nails digging into his skin as your hips began to roll against his. Soft moans coming from you both as he pressed his forehead against yours. Beel shifted his hips around and began to sit up on his knees, you cooperated and moved yourself onto your knees.
You were facing directly towards Belphie, who was still sleeping, but shuffling around restlessly. You could hear his breathing getting heavier, his hips and arm looked like they were moving around but the dim light made it hard to make out. You yelped out in surprise as Beel thrust himself deep within you, a shock wave was sent through your entire back making your thighs quiver and your knees give way, if you weren’t on the bed you would have fallen down instantly.
Beel grabbed your arms and held them behind your back before lifting you up to get deeper within you, the slapping of flesh against flesh, his balls hitting your ass cheeks, both of you moaning and grunting with pleasure as your orgasms built within you.
You could see Belphegor waking up in front of you, his eyes looking directly at you fucking his brother, his hips rolling around and hand shuffling behind his pillow.
“B- Bel- phh- ie!” Your exclamation made Beel gasp but Belphegor merely sighed.
“Keep going. You woke me up with it so I’m going to enjoy it whether you like it or not” Belphegor was obviously annoyed but there was an embarrassment to his voice, he’d been pleasuring himself to your noises and had probably felt ashamed.
Beel grunted in approval and continued to thrust into you, your moans becoming louder and louder with no need to keep muffled. You could hear Belphie softly gasping, slightly silenced as he buried his face within his pillow.
Your entire abdomen was screaming at you, Beelzebub hitting your g-spot with each and every thrust within you, your face looking up at the ceiling as sweat pooled along your brow, hands firm on your back as Beel bit down onto your shoulder once again, his teeth working along and marking your entire shoulder as he fucked you senseless.
Your climax snuck up on you, too worried about Belphgor not liking what he had been so rudely awoken to, your walls began to tighten and your moans sloppy. Merely an echo of Beel’s name on your lips, almost indistinguishable from your grunts and mewls. Beel’s thrusts were becoming sloppy and erratic, Belphie’s moans becoming louder as his hips worked hard.
“Hah! Hah-h!” you cried out joyously as you came, juices flowing from you as your thighs quivered and walled clenched around Beels dick sending him into his own orgasm. His cum hit your inner walls and he moaned out in pleasure, thrusting into you one last time as his dick twitched, shooting his semen within you.
Belphegor had already cum, his flushed face telling you that much, hand reaching for a tissue from his nightstand to clean up. Beel was still within you, he had let go of your hands and you fell into the bed, the both of you panting heavily as the adrenaline of your orgasms slowly withered away. He pulled out softly and let the cum drip from your hole as your knees gave way and you slumped into the bed, Beelzebub crawled over your body and planted a soft kiss on your cheek.
“Do you think you can sleep now?”
You chuckled and lifted your head to meet his gaze, eyes half-lidded in a hazy, lust-filled, confusion. “yeah, I think so” he giggled and kissed you again before tucking his dick back into his boxers.
“We can change the sheets tomorro-”
“Go to sleep.” Belphie’s voice was stern and startled you before you chuckled and pulled up your own pyjamas, Beel came around behind you once more and spooned you. His heartbeat was still erratic as hell but his breathing steady, softly guiding you to sleep.
