My headcannons on their nut cause I have no motivation but who am I if not freaked out
Lucifer is a busy man, so he doesn’t often get the time for any pleasure. So when he does cum, it’s an impressive amount purely because of how pent up he is. Sort of thick consistency and not much range when it comes out cause of that. Groans when he cums and gets embarrassed when he’s too loud. Tastes bitter cause all that coffee I know he drinks to keep pulling those paperwork all-nighters.
Mammon doesn’t cum a lot at once, but his stamina is insane so he can come at least 5 times before he starts shooting blanks. Speaking of shooting, that shit JETS out. Like you actually have to dodge unless you want that taking out an eye. Creamy consistency, and tastes a bit funky if he ate a lot of junk food that day but somehow always smells good. Claims he’s a groaner but definitely whimpers when he cums.
Leviathan cums a fuck ton. Not because he’s pent up from getting zero play (since I’m convinced he’s a gooner who jerks it daily) but cause two dicks = double the cum. They usually cum at the same time but sometimes one will be delayed. Runny consistency, actually smells pretty good cause idc what anyone says he IS hygienic, probably tastes like straight battery acid tho. Loud whimpers when he cums, might even cry a little if it’s a really good one.
Satan cums for what feels like hours straight. It just won’t stop coming once it starts, like he’s been pent up for the last century (he has). Regular consistency and it doesn’t shoot very far, but it tastes really good and you’ve made it your mission to figure out why. It doesn’t smell like anything, and his cock twitches like crazy when he cums. Loud moaner and groaner — he wants to make it clear how good you make him feel.
Asmodeus seems to be able to cum as many times as he wants. Nobodies ever made it to seeing him even get tired — they always pass out first. He also has crazy range and I can’t prove it but I swear his cum will literally gravitate towards you on some sorcery shit. solomons been teaching him too much. anyway, it smells great and tastes sweet, plus has a perfect, smooth kinda consistency. Moans obnoxiously loud when he cums. just hooting and hollering with no care that hes waking up the whole house.
Beelzebub cums a LOT. Especially if he’s with you because of how excited he is, but even with nothing but his fist, he shoots out so much that he could cover your whole face if he wanted to (he does). Thick consistency. That shit is lowkey protein powder. Tastes a little salty but not in a bad way, and it doesn't have a strong smell. Moans and groans deeply when he cums.
Belphegor doesn’t cum a lot. It’s short, erratic spurts with good range. Surprisingly he can go a few rounds tho — guess that’s where his stamina for literally anything else went. Smells musky and tastes a bearable amount of bitter. Usually groans when he cums but if he's really exhausted he might let a few whines slip.
Could u pls write abt pervy things the brothers do… like before being in a relationship w them n stuff. Gulp
⛓️Pervy Things the Brothers did Before Getting with MC⛓️
The Side Character's Version: Here
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Featuring: The Demon Bros x MC (separately)
CW: Perverted demons, exhibition, m!masturbation, stealing clothes, dream manipulation in Belphie's part, jealousy, weird behaviour in general | MDNI!
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Lucifer:
⟶ He likes to act like he's above any perverted act before dating you, often drowning himself in more work to distract himself about any wandering thoughts. But to no avail most of the time.
⟶ Something Lucifer does is straight up kick the others out of the house but in the form of a distraction that appeals to all of them. That way, his brothers aren't a problem for him for a while and he gets a higher chance of encountering you wandering around the halls. It may seem silly and maybe even romantic, but he just likes to know that he's the only one you can talk to or look at until they come back.
⟶ Often takes the time to whisper even the shortest of words in your ear in a low tone that sounds slightly gravelly. He knows it makes you jump or even shiver, which only elicits a cruel chuckle from him. See, Lucifer's attempts are focused on trying to get you to be the one who's obsessed, but it's much clearer who's wrapped around whose finger.
⟶ Locks himself in his study while presumably filling out documents that cannot be rewritten, but you fill his senses strong enough for him to immediately get distracted. Lucifer often pleasures himself to imagining your voice calling his name or the way your face looks when you're blushing.
Mammon:
⟶ Mammon is stealing your clothes and acting all innocent, even playing the "hero" and offering his own to you. It may seem like he's worried about your clothes going missing and he assures you that it could've gotten mixed up with someone else's and it would take forever to find. So why not use his as a substitute?
⟶ He acts like the best caretaker in the world whenever he spends the night in your room to make sure you're safe. In reality, Mammon's really getting off to your scent in the entire room and contemplating laying down beside you until you wake up. Of course, he prefers not to risk your wrath if you do end up getting mad at him.
⟶ Mammon gets a bit more possessive which can be seen in the way he touches you. He holds your waist securely to guide you through hallways or crowds, glaring or growling at any demon that glances in your direction, especially his brothers. He even gives your waist or arm a good squeeze whenever he wants to feel you subtly.
Leviathan:
⟶ He's scrolling through Devilgram and even your messages with him, finding photos to save. Levi can recall your appearance perfectly, but he can get incredibly desperate when you haven't been to his room in a while or if you brushed up against him even slightly.
⟶ Leviathan's drawing and writing fanfiction about you two, which is something that he'd absolutely NEVER share to you. At least not technically. He'd give the characters different names with slightly altered personalities or speech but still mimic the two of you pretty damn well.
⟶ He's definitely THE thief for underwear. Stealing your clothes makes him feel extremely ashamed, but there's just something about the way you smell that drives him crazier than what the others would feel about your scent.
⟶ Definitely plays those eroge games or watches those anime with characters that specifically look like you. Every time he does, Levi has to put extreme care into monitoring his browser history and his volume is either muted or his headphones are plugged in. It'd be such a shame if you walked in on him during a moment like that...
Satan:
⟶ Satan would still be particularly new to the idea of relationships and desires before you and that all he knew is that he wanted you, really bad. He becomes more possessive but tries to act like he's above his clear desire to be near you or feel your warmth against him.
⟶ Goes from offering to help you with homework to folding your clothes or doing your laundry. At least he tries to make himself helpful in attempts to get closer to you. It's more on the cuter side than perverted, at least. Until you realize some of your favourite articles of clothing go missing.
⟶ Sometimes, he might recommend romance books with smut, alluding to its mature content slightly. Does it with a straight face as well, but smirks to himself when you tell him there's graphic content after reading it. This can go two ways depending on how he's feeling. Satan could play it off as cool as he can, teasing you by asking you if you get flustered that easily by a simple paragraph. Or he gets embarrassed, acting like he didn't know that was in the book, or that he simply forgot. He is NOT slick.
Asmodeus:
⟶ It shouldn't be any surprise that Asmo is SHAMELESS when it comes to expressing his desire for you. He's just much more experienced in managing the emotions and suppressing them. He's often asking highly detailed, personal questions and offering to shower or sleep together. Not even making any excuses, straight up telling you it's so he can admire you in different angles.
⟶ He's a bit of an exhibitionist. Usually he's wearing quite revealing outfits and asking to match, or he might even touch himself in his room, moaning loud enough for you to hear every time you pass by his door. Which is also slightly ajar.
⟶ Openly flirting with you no matter the circumstances. You guys could be in the middle of a RAD student council meeting and he's nudging you with his elbow or foot while smiling devilishly whenever you glare at him.
⟶ Asmo would give you a bottle of his favourite perfume or cologne that he's wearing at the moment. It's easy to interpret it as him being nice and wanting to share something that's important to him, or he just gets easily jealous and wants his scent on you at all times.
Beelzebub:
⟶ Beel doesn't really do much perverted stuff before dating you, not because he thinks he's above it, but he just doesn't get that desire as strongly and is more afraid about making you mad or hurting you. But there are still some times he finds hard to hold back.
⟶ Invites you to join him whenever he works out. It can be mainly seen as wanting you around doing an activity he likes and wanting you to be active as well, but there's more to it. You both have to wear clothes that aren't restricting and show more skin in order to avoid overheating and you two will be sweating, a lot. Being surrounded by all... that tension, it gets him aroused too fast.
⟶ Gets entranced watching you eat a food that can be easily be fantasized about. Like popsicles, bananas, or anything similar. He gets hungry, unsure of who he wants to be more. You, or the food...
Belphegor:
⟶ Much like Asmodeus, Belphie's kind of an exhibitionist. But he's not as elaborate as him. He leaves the door open when touching himself or "forgets" to put a shirt on properly, under the guise that he's just too lazy. But you'd know at this point that he's totally trying to distract and fluster you.
⟶ Hides any warm clothes, blankets, or pillows of yours so you have no choice but to confront him about it and ask if he knows where they are. He always has a smug answer like "No. But now that you're here and there's blankets too..."
⟶ Gives you wet dreams, definitely. He wants you craving him deeply, even if it's early in the morning and RAD is in two hours. Belphie does this when he can't sleep too and instead of going up to ask you to cuddle him to sleep, he practically enters your dream and cling onto you there.
⟶ Also does the dream manipulation when you've gotten too close to one of his brothers, making sure you only remember when you talked and laughed with him and nobody else when you wake up. If you asked him about it, he'd only respond by asking if you're missing him too much. He's such a brat, loving to elicit reactions from you.
he's the avatar of pride, he wants to claim what's his as his
it's not even sexual sometimes, the time he spends marking you up much deeper and more intimate
sometimes he gets embarrassed when his brothers or Diavolo point out the dark spots all over your neck, sometimes he gets smug; it depends on his mood and who's teasing him
feels at ease whenever you show them off
receiving:
nowhere visible
he has a reputation to uphold after all
he does let you mark him if you want to, though
enjoys that you want to claim his body as yours
usually happens during sex/foreplay and he finds it very endearing
sometimes just looks at them in the mirror and feels loved
Mammon:
giving:
it just happens
wherever his lips are, hickeys are bound to happen
he's so greedy, he can't get enough and his lips translate that desperation into beautifully crimson marks on your skin
he fucking loves looking at them, feeling proud and accomplished and shy because he barely remembers making them
doesn't mind any teasing about them on you
receiving:
not the biggest fan but he just can't say no to you
so shy and red and embarrassed when you mark him up
he loves the way they look on him and sometimes finds himself tracing them and zoning out
they make him feel loved <3
almost drops dead from embarrassment when someone points them out on him
there is a small part of him that's proud of them though
Leviathan:
giving:
meh
he's way too insecure
constantly asks if he's doing it right and later complains that his hickeys have weird shapes and look off-
he's way way way too in his head about the whole thing
therefore hates when people see the hickeys on you because he believes everyone's judging his... hickey-skills
receiving:
so shy about it and so very squirmy when you mark him
almost passes when you mark his thighs
can not bear to look at them there, instantly and painfully turned on at the reminder of where your lips had previously been
kind of digs the look but doesn't like others pointing it out too much
so he prefers when your marks are someplace he can hide under clothes
Satan:
giving:
usually doesn't mean to mark you, it just happens
he's so into it, so into you, he barely registers the marks blooming along the trail his lips pursue
proud of them when he notices them afterward
kind of teases you about them but wears a small blush himself while doing so
for some reason, your hips are the part of your body that he marks the most
receiving:
craves them sometimes but doesn't know exactly why
doesn't like them too much up on his neck
the lower, the better, actually
likes especially when you take your time really claiming his body
his fav form of foreplay
secretly makes pics of the marks you leave on him and looks at them when he misses you
Asmodeus:
giving:
hickeys are like his fav thing ever
doesn't cover you in them, he thinks that looks tacky
just leaves maybe one or two small ones carefully placed on your neck
they usually don't happen in sexual contexts either, just during make-outs or cuddles
so so so proud of them and loves pointing them out in front of other people
receiving:
very particular with their placements
sometimes asks you to give him one because it matches his outfit
takes several pictures of especially cute hickey arrangements and posts them
will complain if you leave an "unaesthetic" hickey in the heat of the moment
loves loves loves when people point them out
Beelzebub:
giving:
another one where it happens without realizing
his mouth just gets too eager, too ravenous, too hungry sometimes
the type to apologize for them afterward
gets shy when he sees them on you but also can't quite take his eyes off of them
thinks they suit you, but he's not over the top into them
receiving:
indulges you if you really like them
but he doesn't have a particular preference
does enjoy how intimate he feels when you mark him up
thinks they look nice but again, not a necessary accessory
also doesn't mind if people point them out, very casual about it
Belphegor:
giving:
honestly too tiresome
tries it once or twice but quickly realizes they're not worth the trouble
likes how they look on you and places them on very obvious spots
proud when people point them out
might get over his laziness when he feels particularly jealous/possessive
receiving:
doesn't have a certain opinion on it
finds it slightly soothing when you take your time marking his body
doesn't enjoy it as foreplay too much, he's too impatient for that
it's better as a casual act of intimacy or as a part of aftercare affection
couldn't care less if others see them but enjoys looking at them himself
Authors note: okay I won’t even lie I think I kinda liked this fic…ANWAYS here’s y’all’s warnings NSFW content! I put some of that Femdom shi, f!reader, m!receiving gawk gawk, dacryphilia…I guess, uhh just really cringe worth sentences... yall probably into that. (POST-TIMESKIP!!)
Summary: he likes to whine your name especially when he’s close
MEN who love to be buried between your thighs, though anytime you offer to reciprocate his good deed he insistently denies you, shying away from any form of contact. He initially claims it’s because he prioritises your pleasure over his and there is no need for you to sourer your lips. But would it be so bad if you just wanted to hear him whine in satisfaction?
That’s not to say there hasn’t been times where you have succeeded in changing his mind. However during those moments, the only sound you might catch is a faint hum, accompanied by him biting the inside of his cheek and knitting his brows in frustration, as if he’s forcing himself to keep quiet...
MEN who even when he has his cock between the folds of your heat, he keeps one hand pressed to his mouth or his face deep in the crook of your neck. He never lets you hear him, hear how good you also make him feel - and you had reached your limit. You just wanted to have a man moan, rather than it being a one-sided affair.
Did he not enjoy sex with you?
MEN who let out a small gasp of surprise when you suddenly approach him after a days of lounging. Your in that cute little apron he adores with your hands trailing up and down his chest through his worn clothes. He laughs nervously, gently taking a hold of your wrist, his eyes wide and confused, like a lost puppy trying to understand your sudden playful behavior.
But you don’t hold back, instead, you draw even closer, your hand pressing deeper into his chest causing him to back against the wall. Your breath fans over his neck and you catch the sound of him swallowing hard a slight gulp down his throat. His grip on your wrist wavers softly as a meek sound escapes his lips, “I…Is everything okay, baby?”
MEN who turn crimson at the feeling of your lips pressing into his, before trailing along from his jaw and down to his neck. Your sudden assertiveness was causing his mind to reel from the intensity of the situation. Before long, his shirt is tossed aside, forgotten on the floor, and he’s sprawled flat on the bed, his elbows propping him up, as he stares at you completely dazed and breathless, “hah…you’re really in the mood today, huh…”
You can only laugh at his admission. He had no idea what you had in store for him today. You were going to make him scream, so loud that he wouldn’t be able to speak the following day, so loud that the neighbors might just have to lodge a complaint against you, so loud that—
“A-ah…you…you can’t just…do things like that…”
MEN who feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through his body upon feeling your hand move inside the waistband of his underwear. A warning would’ve been nice, because now all he can do is have his breath hitch and back arch instinctively against your touch.
“Hand or mouth?”
Your question only turns his mind to mush, as he tries to make a coherent decision. Both options sound incredible, but he found himself succumbing to your hand. You knew he’d pick that. He doesn’t get as sensitive with your hand…which is why you decided to use your mouth, much to his dismay.
“W-why even bother ask— mhf…”
MEN who lose their words at the feeling of you tongue around his shaft. His hand immediately reaches up to his mouth, trying to stifle his shameful sounds, in which you quickly stop just before he could.
He lets out a small whine in protest, looking down at you between his legs with puppy eyes. Your intense gaze on him was only turning him on more and it was only a matter of time before he felt a familiar coil in his stomach begin to build up.
You had finally done it.
MEN who can’t help the babbles of “Ggh…you…you’re…so mean”, the whines of “d-dont tease the tip…” and the whimpers of “p-please faster…let me make a mess in your…in…in your mouth”, that escape him.
You couldn’t believe your ears of all the filth falling out of his lips. The way his eyebrows pinch up in that familiar look, his jaw slacked open, his eyes glued shut. You wanted him to look at you, see just who was making him fall apart like this, and so you tap on his thigh, prompting him to glance down at you, his eyes glistening as if he was on the verge of crying.
“F-fuck…m’so…so close…I’m so close, please…don’t l-look at me like that…”
You don’t stop. You don’t even allow him to bring his hands anywhere near his face.
“A-ah…baby— Y/N, please…I can’t. It’s too embarrassing Y/N…”
He was begging to cover his mouth, before the shameful chants of his high come to light. Begging you to at least slow down so he can catch his breath, begging you for some trace of pity on him in which you don’t grant, a coy smile forming on your lips.
There was nothing else he could do but to give in, to let go, to surrender completely to you, to be your “good boy”.
MEN who from that day on, never once hold back a single noise from you.
“You need to eat more fruit babe.”
“M’sorry…”
Characters: Reigen, SERIZAWA, GIYUU, Jean, ARMIN, REINER, KAGEYAMA, Hinata, Bokuto (I’m trying to convince myself but deep down I know this man is loud.), Osamu, CHOSO, MAMMON, Childe, THOMA, Rafayel, ACE, SANJI, Iruka
could i perhaps request a HC list of what you think the brothers are like in bed? do they joke around or are they serious? strict top/bottom or do they switch a lot? what are some turn offs (and turn ons) for them? how early in the relationship do you imagine them initiating intimacy? would love to know your thoughts! 🩵🩵
What they're like in bed (The Brothers)
Thanks for the request! I love writing them, so always feel free to request something else if you enjoy this!
GN MC x The Brothers (separately)
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Lucifer is old as fuck, so I’m sure he had plenty of notches on his bedpost. That being said, I don’t think he would take lovers very often, partly because of how busy he is with both the duties of an older brother to his very obnoxious brothers and the responsibility of being Diavolo’s right-hand.
He is a service dom for the most part. He has trouble allowing someone else to be in control of him, but for MC, he’s willing to bend that rule. He still prefers being in charge, but every once in a while, he enjoys you taking the reins. He will never admit it because it would wound his pride, but he likes it when you command him using the pact.
Lucifer is a sadist, but he’s much more gentle than most would think. But that won’t stop him from spanking you and tying you up while he whispers dirty degradation in your ear. (Only if you’re into that, though)
At the beginning of the relationship, he takes everything very seriously, both in the bedroom and in general. That’s just how he is. But when things progress more, he allows himself to be a bit “foolish.” By that, I mean letting himself joke around and tease you. Including in bed. He’s in love, and he won’t take that for granted.
We all know from playing the game long enough that Lucifer is extremely forward and freaky. He is absolutely not afraid to initiate sex. He likes how flustered you get when he says something bold. But he knows you’ll say yes.
One of Lucifer’s biggest turn-ons is power dynamics. He likes that he has power over you, objectively and figuratively. But as I wrote before on this, he likes it when you use the pact on him. And there's kind of proof of that in lesson 20 when he calls you master and asks you to command him to do something to relieve the effects of the Gold Hellfire Newt syrup.
Mammon is the Avatar of Greed, and greed doesn’t only involve money and gold. Mammon craves the finest things in life, and that definitely includes getting laid. He has had many one-night stands and short-lived passionate flings in his long life, but he’s never truly had stability in the love department.
Mammon is a switch. For you, he’d do pretty much anything you’d want. But he does like it when he can just lie down and get loved on by you. He just wants your touch in any way you’ll give it. He’s whipped as hell.
He is very gentle, unless you ask him to be a bit rougher. He’s aware of the fragility of humans better than most, and doesn’t want to do anything to hurt you. But when given the okay, he’ll softly pull your hair or gently bite your neck and shoulders. He loves giving hickies because it’s a way to silently mark his territory.
Mammon is the biggest tease and isn’t afraid to joke around during intimate moments. That’s just Mammon being Mammon. It’s his way of showing that he trusts you, and this isn’t just a performance. You genuinely mean everything to him, but he’ll never say it to your face.
Mammon very rarely vocalizes when he wants to get down and dirty. He either waits for you to initiate, or he’ll hint at what he wants. Maybe with soft kisses to your neck or put a hand on your thigh.
His biggest turn-on is very simple. Praise. Tell him how much you love him, how handsome he is, and how much you want him, and he’ll be like putty in your hands in no time. He’s all yours after all.
Experience-wise, he’s a virgin. Any of his prior sexual interactions with people were online, like voice calls and sending nudes or dirty messages, but that's it. So he’s very shy and insecure about that. He already feels like an outcast compared to the others, but his lack of sexual experience makes him feel even more like a loser. But that's okay because he has MC now.
Levi, in most situations, is a bottom, but when he gets really jealous, he becomes a little more dominant. When his envious nature flares up, he’s more likely to initiate and take the lead, which can be kind of hot considering he’s submissive most of the time.
In the beginning, he’s very unsure of himself during intimate moments. He’s nervous about not performing well enough or that you're not enjoying yourself. He’ll need lots of reassurance that he’s doing great and some kisses. But when he gets used to having sex with you, he stops worrying and just enjoys it. And I’m with the rest of the fandom when it comes to the “Leviathan has two dicks” fan headcannon hehehe.
During the first couple of times you guys do it, he’ll occasionally crack awkward jokes to lighten the mood a little. He’s embarrassed about that, but it's cute. As he spends more of those moments with you, he still cracks dumb jokes or randomly drops random TSL lore while he’s balls deep in you. Again, cute.
He will occasionally initiate sex shyly, mostly by whispering something in your ear and giving you cute puppy dog eyes. But as I wrote earlier, he will get way more forward and dominate when he’s really jealous.
His biggest turn-on is also praise. Reassure him that he’s doing great, that you're enjoying yourself, that you love him, and he’ll melt. Oh, and if you dress up in cosplay of one of his fictional crushes, he’ll lose his mind. (In a good way)
Satan has had a handful of passionate encounters, but only indulges when he gets that rare urge. He’d rather just spend his time reading and tormenting Lucifer. But everyone has their needs, and MC will take great care of his.
He’s a switch with a preference to top. He likes knowing that he’s the one making you feel so good. It’s an ego boost. But quite enjoys when you're more dominant.
Satan is cautious when it comes to sex. He’s scared of really hurting you when he gets angry and will rarely initiate sex when he’s in a bad mood. You’re one of the few people he cared enough about to fear his own wrath. Show him that you’re not afraid of him and his sin, that he’s not some wild beast that needs to be tamed, just a man who needs someone to understand him in situations where most would flee in terror. When he begins to feel more secure, he’ll feel more comfortable about rougher sex.
Satan rarely jokes around in passionate moments together. He is quite the hopeless romantic, but he’ll rarely share that side of himself. With him, sex is no joking matter; it's a show of trust and love. But if one of you makes a funny sound or knocks something over, he’ll huff out a soft laugh. He isn’t completely immune to laughter.
He loves it when you come to him first; in fact, he prefers it. It’s another show of trust and mutual attraction. Plus, he thinks it's cute if you’re shy about intimate things. But when he does come to you, it’s usually a look or a gentle touch that is a silent “Can I?” Always the gentleman.
One of his biggest turn-ons is intellect. He likes that you're on the same wavelength. He craves competition, but with you its more playful. But most of all, it's hot.
We all know he’s a shameless manwhore. That’s all I really need to say on the matter of experience.
He’s a switch with no preference. You want him to be on top? Great. You want to be on top? Hot. What he desires most of all is what you desire. He has thousands of years of very thorough experience to share with his beloved MC, and he doesn’t intend to hold back.
Asmo is game for almost everything. Whether you want slow, loving, passionate sex or rough and kinky sex, he’s ready. But he does love spoiling you with his expertise.
He loves to tease and be teased. Is it too much for you? How cute. He’ll whisper dirty jokes into your ear while enjoying the sounds he can get out of that pretty mouth of yours. But he has many other uses for your mouth planned as well.
Asmo is very obvious when he wants sex. He’ll sometimes whisper something in your ear while he squeezes your thigh. Or he’ll just straight up ask, even if other people are around to hear him. He has no shame. But damn does he love it when you start things with him.
Literally everything turns this horny fuck on; it's not hard. But praise is one of his favorites. He already knows how beautiful and amazing he is, but he loves hearing it from another person.
He spends most of his time eating, working out, and hanging out with Belphie. He’s been with people before, but it was never his main priority. In his mind, those things are not important compared to everything else in his life. But that was before MC came into his life. Love changes people.
Since he’s so large, he tends to prefer to have you on top. Beel is pretty go with the flow, so whatever you want, he’ll probably do it.
Beel feels love very deeply and doesn’t hide it. He wants you to know how much you mean to him, and he shows that with how soft he is during sex. Gentle touches, light kisses, it's all he needs, well, other than you.
Beel likes it when you laugh and joke around during intimate moments. He’s not one for many words; he’d rather hear your laugh than say anything. He’s a sweetheart.
He usually waits for you to make the move, but he’ll still initiate. He’ll often hug you from behind, nibbling gently on your neck, while his hands gently caress your body.
He’s pretty vanilla for the most part, but he will go feral if you pour chocolate syrup or whipped cream on yourself for him to lick up.
(I’m so sorry his is so short. I couldn’t think of very much for him)
Like Beel, his sin takes up most of his free time. He’d rather sleep all day or spend time with Beel. He’s been with a couple of people, but it didn’t really work out because he kept falling asleep in the middle of sex. But MC can keep him awake long enough to enjoy the moment.
Belphie is the definition of a pillow prince. Don’t expect to be on top very often because he just wants to lie down and enjoy himself. But that doesn’t mean he won’t take care of you, too. He loves it when you sit on his face and let him take care of you with his mouth.
Sex with him is very sleepy and sloppy (but in a hot way). He doesn’t have a lot of energy most of the time, but he still enjoys himself plenty. And he’ll make sure you're feeling good too. Belphie is a selfish person most of the time, but with you, he’ll do whatever he can.
He loves to tease while you’re on top. The way you’ll pout or get flustered is a huge turn-on.
You’re usually the one who starts things, but when he’s awake, he will too. He may be lazy as hell, but he’s willing to expend a little energy with you if it means it’ll make you feel good.
Belphie loves it when you wake him up with a blowjob. In fact, it's his favorite way to wake up. (Obviously, with prior discussion before doing it, because consent is sexy)
I'm planning on making another part for the datables! Let me know if that's something you would like! <3
EATING YOU OUT
ft. lucifer, mammon, leviathan (obey me!) x female! reader
⟢ content warnings separate nsfw scenarios!, sub! reader, oral (fem receiving), dacryphilia (?), edging, overstimulation, face-sitting, fingering. minors do not interact.
satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor
reupload from my old account ☻
— lucifer.
“agh- lucifer...!”
he pulled away from your cunt as you whimpered, yet another ruined orgasm.
“what is it? i didn't tell you to cum yet. you're so impatient.” he smiled, seeing the tears running down your face from all the edging. he leaned into your cunt again and sucked on your clit, making you squirm. he had to use his hands to put you in place as he shook his head.
“p-please, please!” you sobbed.
he looked at you with half-lidded eyes, “be a little more patient, darling. i'll tell you when you're allowed to cum. do you understand?”
— mammon.
“shh, wouldn't want anyone to hear ya moaning.” he whispered teasingly, looking up at you before he continued to eat you out. he held your thighs tightly and pulled you closer to his face.
you grinded onto him, whining, “i-it’s too much, mammon! i’m gonna—“
he hummed when your legs started shaking, “that’s it, give it to me.”
you climaxed once again as you cried out his name. after, he gently licked your pussy to clean you up. he chuckled when you twitched a little, knowing you were probably too sensitive from the overstimulation.
“heh, you’re always so good for me…”
— leviathan.
“oh, levi— fuck!” you moaned out, the feeling of his tongue lapping at your clit while he fingered you was too much for you.
you arched your back as your hands reached for his hair and gripped it, closing your eyes from the pleasure.
“levi— ah, please!” you begged, although you weren’t sure what you were even begging for.
he scoffed, his fingers’ movements growing faster. “if you’re gonna cum, then do it.” as your orgasm washed over you, he sucked on your folds, cleaning you up.
after that, he pulled away with a smug smile, “my good girl. round 2?”
You stir as sunlight filters through the curtains, but his arms tighten around you before you can move. "Five more minutes," he mumbles into your neck, voice thick with sleep. His breath is warm against your skin, messy hair tickling your cheek.
"I need to start breakfast," you whisper, trying to shift away. He responds with a soft kiss to your forehead, then your temple, then the corner of your mouth.
"Stay," he murmurs, pulling you closer. His hand slides down your side, fingers tracing lazy patterns before dipping between your legs. You gasp softly as he begins gentle, unhurried circles against your clit, his touch feather-light and teasing.
"That's not fair," you breathe, but your protest melts into a moan when his fingers slip lower, easing inside you with careful strokes. His lips find yours in a slow, sleepy kiss that deepens as his fingers work you open.
"Just stay," he whispers against your mouth, adding another finger, curling them gently against your sweet spot. You arch into his touch, your resolve crumbling with each tender press of his lips and each deliberate stroke of his hand. The world outside your bed feels impossibly far away.
A/N: You haven't seen Mammon all day, and when you do find him at last, it seems he might be a bit... under the weather.
Why do these keep getting longer and longer... I was trying to keep them under 1K each
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You hadn’t seen Mammon for the entire day, which while it shouldn’t be out of the ordinary to not see much of him, not even a hint of his white hair worried you. His brothers had waved away your concerns, stating the Avatar of Greed was just distracted by his latest scam. Except, even when Mammon is busy scheming he still makes sure to see you at some point. You can even hear his voice in your ear, “Your first man’s gotta look after ya.”
So now, after eating, you’re outside of his room, a plate in hand as you knock on his door. “Mammon, you missed dinner. I saved you a plate which wasn’t easy with Beel right behind me every step of the way.”
Silence through the door, but you know he’s in there. Having used the tracker app on your phone that Lucifer had made all of you install a few months ago to confirm it. Or at least his phone was there, and Mammon never goes anywhere without it.
“Come on Mammon, I know you’re in there.” Instead of knocking, you bang your fist against it. “If I have to, I will use the pact to make you open this damn door.”
Hearing movement through the wood you grin. “Go away.” Your grin leaves your face pretty quickly hearing that.
“Seriously?” You don’t bother hiding your annoyance at him. “Why do you have to be a jerk after I fought off Beel!” Almost ready to throw the plate to the ground. “I haven’t seen you all day, and that’s the shit you say?”
“Just leave alright! I don’t wanna see ya.” That stings. Just enough to make you mad enough to narrow your eyes at the door, while your heart squeezes inside your chest.
“Fine Mammon.” Taking a deep inhale but not moving a single step away from his door. Feeling your feet as if rooted to the floor as you try to focus on that ball of yarn inside of you, pulling on one of the threads just enough that it makes the tips of your fingers tingle and your toes curl from the magic, grasping the golden wire that is your pact with Mammon in your mind. “I command you to open this door.” If he won’t open it and wants to be a dick about it, you’re gonna make him and then shove the plate in his face. Damn ungrateful demon.
You’re expecting the door to slam open with Mammon standing there with his eyes narrowed at you before starting to sputter nonsense. Bracing yourself for the force of the door hitting the wall that you know will be enough to make you jolt upwards.
When it slowly swings open, like being pulled by a string you’re dumbfounded. Even more so by the lack of Mammon. That is too unexpected to ignore, given that him telling you to leave meant he had to be close to it when he answered you. “Mams?” Taking a step inside his room, placing the plate on the side table near his door that he usually tosses his keys on top of.
No answer.
But you can see a cord that looks like the same material he uses to keep the raven feathers attached to his belt tied around the doorknob. The other portion leading more into his room, with most of the lights turned out.
“Mams?” Another call of his name as you step more into the room, following the cord because it would make sense for the other end to be in his hand. Except with the only light coming from the door, you can’t exactly see well and you’re worried about hitting the pool table you know isn’t that far inside his room.
You’re starting to feel a prickle along your skin, the fine hairs along the back of your neck are standing up. Along with the ones on your arms as a chill sweeps through you. “Ok Mammon, whatever you’re doing, stop it. I get it.” Your mouth feels like cotton has been stuffed in your cheeks. “I shouldn’t have been so pushy.” Feeling your hip hit the edge of something, your hand reaching down and feeling leather under your palm. One of the couches.
With your heart racing you lift a hand to your chest, pressing hard against your ribs under your breast. Taking a deep inhale to try and get yourself to calm down, your nose twitching as you smell something you can’t place. It’s like a mix of old coins and, rainbow popcorn? Tilting your head in confusion as that strange smell seems to invade your nostrils.
Your hand no longer at your chest, instead rubbing at your temple now. “What the h-” Muttering the words as you open your eyes, only to notice two blue points of light right in front of you. “Mammon?” Squinting in the low light you can make out his figure. A glint of gold as he shifts and you realize he’s in his demon form, the light from the door glinting on the metal attached to his collar.
With him there you step forward, and Mammon takes a step back. An unsteady step at that, his arms trembling enough that it’s making the golden weight at the bottom strap of his jacket jingle against him. When you take another step forward, Mammon repeats his action and is close enough to his closet that the LED lights pop on.
His skin is covered in sweat, his hair is more mussed than usual, and there’s a very vivid flush across his cheeks. “I need ya ta leave.” Lifting his arm and placing his hand against the wall to support himself, looking at the ground briefly, you watch a single bead of sweat fall off the point of his nose to make a soft splash on the floor. That strange smell grows stronger, and belatedly you realize it's coming from him.
“Mammon, are you alright?” Ignoring his comment you close that final distance, reaching out to slide your fingers along his jaw. “Damnit Mams, your skin feels like it’s on fire.” You almost jerk your hand away like you’ve been burned, your concern for him the only thing that keeps you from doing just that. “Are you sic-”
You don’t get to finish as Mammon lifts his head and slots his mouth over yours, his hands grabbing your hips. Before you know it your back is to the wall, moaning at how dominating the kiss is, and Mammon wastes no time sliping his tongue past your lips. The inner muscles of your walls clenching as you swallow the saliva pooling near the back of your throat.
Panting when he pulls away, your heart hammering inside of your chest hard enough that it hurts, but you can feel a warmth spreading through you like some kind of syrup. “I need ya ta leave Treasure.” His voice hoarse but his hands don’t move, in a way trapping you in his embrace. “I don’t wanna do somethin’ we’re both gonna regret.”
Letting your head fall back against the wall, hearing your pulse in your ears as you try to make sense of the heat spreading through you from where you swallowed his spit. Aware of the slick starting to form inside your core and seeping past your opening. “What if I don’t wanna leave? You’re.” Pausing to swallow past the saliva that still seems to be pooling in your mouth. “You’re in pain right?”
“It I’ll pass.” Burying his nose along your skin, inhaling the smell of your skin like it can heal him. “I need to let you leave.” Muttering the words as he seems to crowd more into your space instead of pulling away. His chest pressed against yours and his hand trailing along your side. “It’s getting harder ta think.” His hips shifting, you can feel the bulge in his pants as he grinds into your body.
“Mammon, I don’t understand.” Placing one of your hands along the back of his neck, your fingers tangling in his white hair, feeling the dampness sticking to the strands. The more he grinds against you, the hotter you feel, aware of your clothes starting to stick to your skin from the moisture starting to form along your skin.
“My body is screamin ta breed ya. It has been since I woke up this morning to get you under me and pump ya full.” Shifting his head so his nose traces up along the tendon of your neck, up to the soft skin under your ear. Aligning his lips with your pulse, hammering along your throat. “Which is why ya need to leave. I won’t do that to ya.” Licking the pulsing skin just under the edge of your jaw.
Your brain is like a fuzzy soup because between the heat from his body crowding yours, as well as your own, you feel like you’re on the edge of being drunk. Warm and hazy, but still lucid enough to think. “Mams.” Whispering his name hoping he’ll stop lapping at your neck. “You realize you’re making it hard to leave, don’t you?” It feels a little strange to say that since your fingers grip the strands of his hair tighter, like you’re trying to keep him against you.
“I told ya, it’s hard ta think.” His hand sliding along your side, slowly lifting the material of your shirt, even if the feel of the damp fabric clinging to your back being dragged upward keeps you from being too lost in the haze of your brain.
If you thought about it, without Mammon this close you might have realized the strange smell was coming from him and pulling you into the same fog gripping him. Too bad for you, most of your capabilities for higher thinking were slowly fading, almost like your body was reacting. It felt like you had just run a fair distance and were on the edge of being drunk.
Which left you a sweaty mess feeling a warmth through your limbs and a flush along your neck and face, with a very horny demon pressed against you. Not that being in that position might have stopped you from uttering your next words.
“What if I don’t want to leave?” Giving your hips a small roll, grinding into the leather covering one of his thighs. “What if I want you to fill me up?” Your voice dropping into a moan when the tacky fabric covering your sex hits that bundle of nerves.
At your words, Mammon feels his pants grow somehow impossibly tighter. Groaning as he tries to find the will to pull away from you, to ask you to leave again without his body caging yours against the wall just inside his closet.
“Fuck.” Hearing his voice right in your ear as he seems to give up on lifting your shirt, having made enough room for his palm to press against the small of your back. “I’m the Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed.” A husk in his voice as he starts to move his leg, making it so you’re grinding harder against his thigh. “Tell me what ya want, Treasure.” Dragging his teeth along the skin just below your earlobe. “Cus you're the only person I’m willing ta spoil.”
“You’re just saying that because you want to be greedy.” The hand not in his hair moving to grip one of the leather knots of his jacket and giving it a tug. “And I know, I’m what you want.” Twisting the fingers in his hair to tug his head back away from your neck. Catching his eyes to notice that the blue is almost gone with how wide his pupils are, making the strange yellow at the bottom of his eyes more vivid. Licking your lips and watching his gaze shift to follow the movement. Swallowing as you know this is the moment where you tell him to let you leave and try to get out of the door as fast as you can, or the moment you stay.
“Breed me, Mammon.” Whispering the words that hang in the silence that seems to descend on the two of you for several heartbeats.
You don’t know who moved first. What you do know is teeth clack together in both of your hurried movements to connect your lips. Shifting to try and make the connection smoother, but instead it gets messier. Spit dripping from the corner of your mouth, tongues prodding with the sound of moans deep in both of your throats. All while your hands are moving, belts being undone, metal zippers lowered, and pants being removed.
It’s awkward.
It’s messy.
Limbs moving in a mad scramble.
It’s hot.
No longer grinding against his thigh, the chill in the air against your bare sex sends a line of lighting along your spine, kicking your pants away. Rather different from the warmth against your palm as you pump his length. He’s hard, and he was leaking from his tip like a faucet the moment you touched him.
“No teasing.” Panting the words as his hands land on your hips to lift you upwards, forcing your hand away from his cock. “Please.” Grabbing the collar of his jacket as you lick your lips to try and stop you from yanking his head back to kiss him again.
“I’m too far gone ta tease ya.” Once he has you high enough he uses his body to press you against the wall again, allowing him the use of one of his hands. Using it to slide the tip of his cock between your dripping folds, smearing the fluid around to better coat the head before pressing it against your hole. “Deep breath.” It’s the only warning he gives.
Throwing your head back as he sinks his long shaft deep inside of your core. Mammon’s cock might be average when it comes to girth in your experience, his length however? He could easily be in porn, the head hitting your cervix with ease and there’s still several inches between the fine white hairs around his base and your folds. “So warm and tight.” Mammon is panting as he enjoys your pussy for a moment before he starts to move. “Yer perfect Treasure.” Moaning the words as he moves with purpose.
One of your hands moves to grab his hair again, tugging on the strands as your insides pulse. Mammon’s pace pulling more and more moisture from your core as it makes you more and more aroused. Moaning yourself as he pulls himself halfway out before slamming back in, each brush of his tip against your spongy insides has your walls clenching. Like you’re trying to keep his dick as deep as you can. “Mams!” Wishing the two of you had taken the time to remove your shirt as the sweat is dripping from your hair into the material, pulling you from the immersion of his thrusts growing faster.
“Fuck Treasure.” Moaning, he shifts so he can press his face against your shoulder, one of his hands going from your hip again to where your bodies are joined. Using his thumb to gather some of your mixed fluids to rub at your clit. “Just like that.” You moan, the movements of his hips growing erratic until he stills.
His length as deep as he can go inside of your body and you feel the heat as he cums inside of you, whispering your name as he climaxes.
Your grip on his hair loosening to play with the hair instead of grabbing the soaked strands like they were a stress ball. “I don’t think you’ve ever finished that fast.” Chuckling a little as you move your fingers to tilt his face away from where it’s buried into your shoulder.
“I ain’t finished.” Muttering the words as he lets you guide his head back, his eyes narrowed in post orgasmic bliss. Rolling his hips in a circular motion that makes you gasp. “If anythin’ I’m just getting started.” Wrapping one of his arms around your lower back as he pulls away from the wall, keeping you in his arms but not held as high. The new angle has pressure more against the front of your cunt, he feels bigger, if that’s even possible. Tilting his head so he can connect your lips while still keeping you on his cock.
Licking the inside of your mouth as if savoring the taste of you while he walks somewhere else in his room. It isn’t long before you realize it’s towards the door, pulling away from him just long enough to realize it’s still open.
“No one would have seen ya from the closet.” Mammon whispers, having felt your body tense around his length. “And they ain’t ever seeing ya like this.” With that done, Mammon goes back to mapping your mouth with his tongue before walking back to the couch and sitting on his ass. Adjusting your legs as he does and you feel your gummy walls spasm at the angle change again.
“Time for this ta go.” Leaning back and using his hands to pull your shirt upwards and over your head before tossing it away. Instead of removing your bra, he pushes the cups down, licking his lips as he stares at the raised nubs on each breast. Placing his palm around one so he can take a handful, flexing his fingers to squeeze it.
You moan again, shifting your hips to get more friction in your core once more. While the whole open door moment had your arousal cooling, him still being rock hard is bringing you back to wanting your own orgasm to rack through your system. “I thought you said you wouldn’t tease?”
“That was before my head cleared from that first load.” He might have said the words but the expression on his face is clearly one that’s still in a fog of desire.
“For some reason I don’t beli-” Gasp when Mammon lifts his hips, jostling you upwards and giving you some of that delicious friction you’re after.
“Maybe.” With his other hand on the curve of your ass, using it to lift you up and down in his lap while he continues to play with your breast. “I’m tryin’ to let ya catch your breath. Or didcha forget you’re human?” It’s hard to argue with him since no, you didn’t forget but based on how he had been acting you had expected him to.
“It sounds like an excuse for you to keep teasing me.” Moaning as he starts to move you faster, and instead of answering you he moves so he can suck at your breast while still playing with the other. Suffice to say it doesn’t take long before he seems to be shooting another load in your core, only this time he doesn’t stop moving.
Like he’s not only intent on breeding you, but also trying to push you over the edge as well. Another slight shift, and you feel the coil in your stomach starting to grow tighter. One of the metal weights on his jacket that keeps the loose leather straps from flying around has landed between your bodies and it’s rubbing against your clit as Mammon lifts you in his lap. The chill makes you see stars as you pant his name when your climax hits you.
“That’s it Treasure.” Licking your nipple as he keeps moving you, dragging your orgasm out. “Keep clenching for me, I’m gonna give ya more.” Your spasming core massaging his length, a feeling that has Mammon feeling his balls tighten before he hisses your name. Slamming your down on his length hard enough to make you have a smaller orgasm as he sputs his cum right against your cervix.
Both of his hands moving to hold your shoulders as he kisses along your breasts and chest, waiting for your insides to slow their shifting and enjoying the taste of sweat on your skin.
“Shit.” It’s the first thing that falls from your mouth as you blink back to your senses. “That was…” Trailing off as you reach up to play with his white locks.
“If ya say anything less than amazin’ yer getting a gag.” You just laugh before gripping both of his horns to tilt his head back, forcing him away from your chest so you can kiss him. The taste of salt mixing in as you deepen it, coiling your tongue along his as you try to at least convey how good you feel through your actions.
Coming back up for air just as your lungs start to burn. “It was amazing.” His eyes are more golden now as he smirks, the blue still missing from how wide the black is. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard.” Giving another laugh as you let your head fall forward to press against his.
“I’m far from done Treasure.” A flash in his eyes and you find his hand on your chest to push you back, with your feet against the headrest. It’s a strange position, almost like you’re going backward down his body, even more so when your hands land on the floor. “What a nice view.” You hear the sound of him licking his lips before he starts to move you, the new angle has his tip dragging along the upper muscles lining the inside of your cunt. Whining at the sensation since he seems to be brushing both your G spot and A spot with every thrust.
It isn’t long before you feel that same coil in your growing tighter, the sound of wet slaps as he keeps sliding you harder and faster. “Mammon!” Screaming his name when your insides squeeze together like you’re trying to milk him, only aware of another load of his seed pumped inside of you when he lifts you back up. Rubbing your face as the chemicals from your brain floating in your system are starting to make you sleepy.
“Tired Treasure?” You nod, feeling him shift you so he can stand again. Heading for his bed before letting out a low laugh that makes you twitch. Looking down to see a thick band of white around his shaft, right around the area where you can take his length. It’s hot, and your stomach is clenching at the thought of adding to the ring. “I’ll be more gentle this round.” Lifting your head to see his eyes glowing in the dim lights. “Not makin’ any promises for the rest of em.”
You are both excited and terrified at the prospect.
The next morning, you wake up to heavy limbs with your entire body sore. Groaning when you make the slightest shift to try and adjust against the hardness you feel under your hip. A moan from behind you, and you realize it’s one of Mammon’s boots under you. Blinking before you flush as you remember how many different rounds the two of you had, how eventually he had stripped down as well. At one point even using his wings to play with your breasts while painting your insides white.
“Mams?” Your voice sounds hoarse, trying to shift more after tossing the stupid boot away, only to pause. Your eyes slowly moving downwards as you push the sheet over your form away, a slight bulge in the lowest part of your abdomen. Realizing he’s still inside of you, and hard.
“Stop movin’ I’m finally calming down.” His hands wrap around you as he buries his face into the side of your neck and hair. “If ya move too much I’m gonna need to pump more back inta ya.”
“So, we’re not leaving your room today.”
“No. Now go back ta sleep.” His voice mumbled as he somehow pulls you even tighter against him.
“Fine.” Trying to ignore the way your body hurts so you can slip back into dreamland.
The next time you wake up, Mammon is fussing over you. Helping you shower and constantly asking if you need anything, which is kind of nice and sweet. Even his whispers of how sorry he is for putting you through that are endearing. Telling him that next time it happens, he better not hide and make you come looking for him.
