No thoughts just soap with erectile dysfunction and reader who has a...unique fix for it...
Truly, it was for your own amusement when the problem first came up. Johnny bowed over you, half undressed and sweaty, desperately jerking his soft cock and muttering "fuck– give me a minute, ach– I can, I just need—"
"Oh my god, seriously, johnny?" You snort, a bit flustered at the whole situation and still in that teasing mindset from earlier. "Aren't you in your twenties? What the hell?"
The comment makes soap blush down to his chest, and he lets out an embarrassed whine, changing tempo desperately. "C'mon, don't say that– I can– i can do it—"
"Yeah? It sure looks like you can't." You raise a brow, slipping a hand down to rub yourself because fuck this is hot, "all that talk and you've got a useless dick? Huh, johnny?"
"No! No, c'mon–" soap jolts, the arm holding himself up giving way, face falling to hide in the crook of your neck while he keens high and humiliated.
All you hear are cute gasps until soap finally pulls away, whole face and shoulders a glowing pink, but grinning proudly. You glance down to see his cock, hard and full and just a bit red from his abuse.
Oh god he's big.
Soap laughs at your wide eyed expression, strong arms forcing your thighs apart and lining his tip up to your lubed hole.
"Uhm– c'mon now, soap, be gentle–" you stammer, reality settling in as he notches into you, oh fuck.
He just laughs, hooks your legs over his shoulders and revels in the keen you let out at the stress. "What was that? I thought you wanted a proper fuck?"
Help me. I am unwell. I dunno if this is hot or not.
You rest your head on his thick thigh, his skin prickling with anticipation so palpable you can feel it through the light dusting of hair under your cheeks.
He’s still so handsome in his brutish way. Greys flecking the hair curling around his temples, long and pushed back from lowering brows. Baby blue orbs rest heavily on your form, as you press kisses into the meat of his leg. König looks almost drowsy with desire, big palms cupping your face adoringly.
His cock lays soft next to your mouth, viscous seed oozing from the head in beads like pearls. Still virile, in-spite of the injury that’s left him unable to get fully hard without help.
“Hase…” König groans as you gently lap at the spend, desperate not to waste a single drop.
Fluttering your lashes up at him, you take his dick between your lips, suckling sweetly until he moans in earnest, your tongue curling around the fat head of his fleshy crown. One of your palms curls around his faintly plumping base, feeling the blood trying and failing to swell there.
Smiling you give him a few pumps, watching his abs flex and twitch, sweat beginning to glisten in a sheen there. Increasing the suction of your lips you listen to the whines growing more audible by the second above you.
“Fuck, I don’t know what I have done to deserve you. To deserve this.” He sighs when he catches his breath, a thick load of his cum coating the back of your throat. It’s an eternal insecurity of his, not being able to fuck you how he could before.
But you love him regardless. Maybe one day he’ll believe you, when you tell him there’s nothing you want more than to suck off his faintly jerking length, while he grips the mattress.
warnings: soft-ish dom-ish top reader, bottom sub-ish milf Lucifer, erectile disfunction, feminization, mommy kink, mentions of vers lucifer/reader, bit of humiliation
It’s been weeks since you first cleaned Mammon’s family pool and fucked his older brother, Lucifer. One of those two things you now do regularly.
And it’s not cleaning the pool.
You’re not always fucking though. You go on dates, you call and text when you're not together, you keep a toothbrush in the bathroom attached to his room, and recently you've gotten close enough that he's given you a key so you can enter the house and his room at the end of a day.
Today when you let yourself into his room– carefully avoiding his brothers along the way, you hear the shower on in his bathroom. Semi-disappointed that you have to wait to see Lucifer, you flop onto his bed, and make yourself comfortable there, snuggling against the pillows against the bed frame. After a few seconds of waiting you pull out your phone to play some dumb game while you wait.
The shower turns off and not much later Lucifer enters the room, but you’re too preoccupied with playing on your phone to look up. You hear him move around a bit, shuffling in drawers, mumbling, and then you feel the bed sink as he slides in next to you. This is your cue, so you set your phone down on the side table and turn to him.
"Oh!" You exclaim, your eyes widening as you take in the view in front of you. Lucifer is adorned with a very pretty lingerie set: a bralette and some panties, both made of black lace. He's holding lube in one hand, and just the suggestion of what that means makes your dick stir in your pants.
"Hi," you mumble softly, reaching out to cup his cheek. Lucifer melts into your touch dropping the bottle of lube next to you then scooching forward so he can straddle your lap. He wraps his arms around your neck to pull you closer to him.
"Hello," is all he says before leaning in to kiss you.
“How was your day?” you ask before he gets carried away. He huffs,
“It could have been much better,” he confesses, looking annoyed and exhausted. “I’d rather not talk about it,” you nod and his expression changes to one of mild amusement, “do you think you’re up for distracting me tonight, baby?”
You kiss him again, “I’d love to mommy,” you pull away just enough to mumble against his lips then return to kissing him.
As you kiss you let your hands wander until they both find themselves at Lucifer's chest, pulling his bralette down just enough for you to play with his nipples. You can tell he's trying to contain himself, that he's trying to stay collected, but soft moans leave him against his will while his chest arches into your touch. You tug and flick his nipples, feeling them harden under your touch. The urge to pull away from Lucifer’s kisses to suck his nipples is strong, but his arms around your neck, keeping you in place, are stronger.
Your dick is fully erect by now, and Lucifer knows it. He grinds his ass against the tent in your pants shamelessly. Both of you moan at the sensation.
Letting your hands once again wander, you place one on his hip and the other makes its way down to his panties.
You cup his dick gently and find that he's completely soft. Lucifer pulls away to look down at his groin, his lips all puffy and spit-slicked. “Is your dick not working tonight mommy?" you ask simply, after a second of the two of you staring at his junk.
Lucifer’s head shoots up to look at you, his eyes wide and worried. "I'm sorry, I don't- it's- I can go get a pill, I-" you shush him, cutting off his rambling.
"It's okay mommy, you don't even need it," you rub soothing circles into his hip, feeling him relax under your touch. He flushes and squirms in your lap, likely both embarrassed and aroused by your words. You pet his cock softly over his panties, "you’ve had a hard day so you just relax and let me take care of you. And anyways, your cock is just here to look pretty, otherwise it's useless," he keens softly, grinding into your touch. "I'll just make you cum from your cunt instead."
Lucifer’s eyes widen and his hips stutter, “baby,” he sounds embarrassed, like you don’t already know how depraved he is.
“I’ll make you cum like a girl mommy,” you promise, giving him a brief kiss. “Can you get up for a second? I’m going to get out of these clothes,” you pat his thighs, and he immediately does as he’s told without protest.
You then get up from the bed to undress, feeling his eyes watching you hungrily as you do. The desire to be back on the bed with him outweighs how you want to tease him by slowly stripping. So you hurry up while Lucifer hums appreciatively with each article of clothing removed, his eyes gravitating to your hard cock as you pull off your underwear.
Getting yourself comfortable leaning against the bed frame again you first help Lucifer out of his panties, then manhandle him back onto your lap.
“Think you can ride me tonight?” you ask, running your hands along his soft thighs. He purses his lips for a second,
“Perhaps. If you promise to help a bit, baby,” is what he finally tells you. You grin up at him,
“Of course mommy.” With that settled you reach for the lube next to you, coating your fingers. Meanwhile, Lucifer busies himself with stroking your cock slowly. He plays with your head, strokes the shaft a bit, and fondles your balls, all the while looking like he’ll start drooling any minute now.
You bat his hands away so you can focus on him. Lucifer leans back a bit, giving you access to his hole. His flaccid dick is on full display for you, hanging there and looking wonderfully pathetic and pretty. Your cock twitches as you look at him, and Lucifer, who’s been watching you through lidded eyes, moans softly.
Gently you circle his puffy hole with your lubed fingers, “tell me how much you want me mommy,” you prompt him. Lucifer avoids eye contact,
“I want you very much baby,” he pauses, so you give him a look and he continues, “I want your dick inside of me, I’ve been thinking about this all day, I want it in my cuh-” he again pauses, “want it in my cunt,” stumbling a bit over his words and whispering at the end, a flush blooms all over his skin from the humiliation that comes from telling you his desires. You reward his honesty by pressing your fingers forward and into him. He gasps as you stretch him open, his eyes fluttering shut as his hands curl and uncurl.
“There you go Luci, just relax,” you encourage, rubbing and massaging your fingers against his hot insides. Your dick twitches as you grow excited from thinking about being inside of him soon. His shoulders drop, his breathing slowing, as a pleased sigh leaves him.
You’d hate to admit it, but you sort of love when Lucifer has a stressful or bad day, simply because you get to watch him unwind and submit to the pleasure you give him. With your free hand you stroke and rub his soft thighs,
“Feel good?” you ask, knowing the answer but wanting to hear the answer regardless.
“Oh yes, baby,” he moans, opening his eyes again as you add another finger. “Yes,” he whines as you press against his prostate, tightening around you while jerking his hips into your fingers, his cock flopping around a bit as he does.
You tease his prostate for a moment, getting him just hot and bothered enough that he whines pathetically when you remove your fingers.
Lucifer attempts to catch his breath as you lube up your cock, but he’s panting as he shamelessly stares at your lubed hand stroking yourself. He places his hands on your chest, steadying himself so he can lift his hips. You align yourself with his hole, kissing his jaw quickly before he slowly lowers himself onto you.
Your head pops in and he wails as he slides down your length, his eyes rolling into his head, pupils blown wide. You coo softly, placing your hands on his hips to steady him and make sure he takes his time.
It takes him a bit to adjust and stretch around your fat cock, but he manages, letting out a relieved groan as you bottom out inside of him. You rub his hips in what you hope is comforting for him.
Soon, Lucifer shakily lifts himself halfway off your dick, then lets himself down slowly. He does this over and over again, getting faster with each raise and drop. Along with the sporadic moans and groans, his breath picks up from the physical effort required to ride your dick.
Once he gets fully adjusted , you snap your hips up to fuck into him. Lucifer gasps out your name, squeezing tighter around you at the sensation.
“More,” he whines, his soft dick swings a bit with each thrust, leaking some pre cum onto your pelvis.
You move one hand from his hip to take ahold of his limp dick as you oblige him, thrusting up into him faster and harder. “Hm, maybe your dick isn’t so useless after all mommy,” Lucifer clenches tighter around you while his legs shake and quiver, though– with some considerable effort, he continues to bounce on your cock.
“When you can get it up again, maybe I’ll- hah let you put it inside of me,” Lucifer’s breath catches at that, his eyes widening before letting out a high pitched moan, “you like that?” you moan, imagining him trying his best to fuck you, “you wanna fuck me mommy?”
“Uhng- um, ye- oh, yuh-hah,” eventually he nods, giving up on trying to speak. He’s flushed and twitching all over, looking beyond cute from how excited and embarrassed he is. You tell him as much,
“You look so cute mama,” you groan, pinching at his foreskin a bit, not enough to hurt, but enough to hear him squeak as more pre flows out of him.
“Fuck, baby,” he whimpers, finally losing all ability to move himself, and letting you thrust up into him. “‘M going to-oh cum,” he whines, letting his head fall forward into your shoulder. You’re close too, but you don’t tell him that.
Instead, you rub his sticky tip, playing with his limp cock as you fuck up into him, getting closer and closer with each flutter of Lucifer’s hole.
“Are you- hah, going to cum from- ngh, me playing with your clit?” you tease, and unsurprisingly that’s what gets him off.
“Cummin’” squeals into your shoulder. You feel your hand get coated with the cum seeping from his head like a faucet, his hips jerking into your touch, back against your hips.
“Mommy,” you moan as you cum inside him without warning. You can hear him gasp then let out a choked moan as your cum fills him up. He kisses your shoulder, muttering soft yes’s and thank you’s as you jackrabbit your dick into him, fucking him through your orgasm. Over time you’ve learned that he absolutely loves when you cum without warning. And now is no different.
You’re both far too exhausted when you’re done for him to get off of you, so you cuddle for a bit as you catch your breath. No matter how many spin classes he takes, you have much better stamina than Lucifer, so you recover first. You carefully lift him off of you, some mild whines coming from him as your dick leaves him feeling empty. You set him down on his back on the bed next to you, then move to go get a washcloth and other aftercare items.
However, Lucifer’s hand on yours stops you.
“I’m just getting some stuff so you can relax better,” you explain, brushing some of his hair out of his face to see him looking lovingly at you.
“Thank you beloved,” he mumbles softly, bringing your hand to his mouth so he can kiss it gently.
“Ah!” you squeak quietly at his unexpected blatant display of affection, your heartbeat quickening and heat growing on your cheeks. Lucifer smirks at your reaction, letting you go.
You rush out of the bedroom, already thinking about what grossly sappy and romantic thing you’ll do to get back at him for flustering you.
Something about gaz having erectile dysfunction after his RTI training....
And it's embarrassing, right? He's not even thirty and has a difficult time getting it up, what kind of person would want to sleep with him? Much less date him?
But he just....can't. No amount of the hottest porn or vain attempts to pleasure himself go anywhere, and the doctors tell him it's purely psychological but if he goes to psyche for that then he's surely getting benched from the field.
So he just...ignores it. Even when he meets you.
You're the hottest thing he's ever met, and everyday gaz wakes up astounded that you actively chose to date him. You don't push him to perform in bed, though not for lack of desire for him if the sloppy make-outs and rough grinding in supply closets is anything to go by.
You just seem to know, and the thought of that stresses him out even more.
It's not until he confronts you, asks why you never pressure him for anything more than the hand and mouth he's willing to offer, that he calms down. Because you just shrug and say "we all have our things, kyle. Honestly you could just be in the same room as me and I could get off."
Then, you pause and narrow your eyes "...Is there something you want to try? To help you get off? Or something you miss?"
Which is how gaz ends up wearing a silicone 'sleeve' over his soft dick, one you had helped him pick out to most closely resemble what he looks like hard.
You're lying on your back for him, too excited to see the joy on his face at finally being able to fuck you properly to go for your usual face-down preference. The sleeve is textured enough he can vaguely get some stimulation, but he's more focused on changing his angle until he hits that spot that makes you tense and moan.
"Fuck, love, I've been dreaming about this since I met you," he confesses, eyes glued to the sleeve— no, his cock— thrusting into your entrance. Voice warm and thick with arousal.
He's soft the entire time, but that only means his stamina is as long as he can keep moving, fucking you into overstimulation because he's missed this so much. Sex like this is such an intimate act he hadn't realized he'd been missing.
Afterwards, when gaz snuggles up to you in bed, all his focus is on you. For once, he doesn't feel broken.
Random thought kinda involving erectile dysfunction cuz I was re-reading the mommy lucifer stuff. So obviously some ppl can't get it up or struggle too but I was thinking about people with like monster dicks and by that I mean bigger. Wouldn't it be hard for bigger cocks to get fully erect since it requires more blood the heavier it is?
Then I got to fantasizing about Beel because the fandom says he has a big dick a lot and I thought it was cute picturing him struggling to get hard and worried his partner wouldn't be happy only for his partner to say its fine he can't get his clit up, etc.
Idk I'm rambling but I just thought it was interesting. Sorry if I bothered ya.
OHOHO!!! I really love the idea of Beel having erectile dysfunction!! You're not a bother at all, thank u for rambling about this!
Like he'd be a bit scared of how you'd react, because I imagine if Beel has had any sexual experiences previous to you his partner has assumed that he would dom top, or at the very least service top (when in reality all this big baby wants to sub bottom!!). But when you tell him he won't even need to use his big useless dick because you're gonna make him cum from his hole, he is so so happy! And you keep your promises, he absolutely cums untouched.. leaking cum from his soft dick 🤤🥴
