something something fucking both past and present solomon bsjsjsjsksks
nightbringer has fired up my love for our lovely sorcerer
nsfw
Fucking present!Solomon is typically quick, hushed, and full of teasing remarks. There's always some kind of time limit; one of you has somewhere to be, you're fucking in a public/semi-public area, one of the demons (or angels) is bound to come looking for you if you're gone too long, etc.
His grip is firm and almost rough against your body, hands going straight to where he knows it'll make you melt, tone entirely too smug and mischievous. Solomon acts as if he has all the time in the world when he's very well aware he doesn't, so his hips maintain a fast pace, sometimes harsh if he's particularly worked up.
He never slows down for a second, nor does he ever shut his mouth- except for when his lips are on yours. His words are dripping with the sins of the demons bonded to you— pride from having you all to himself, greed from never wanting to let you go, envy from knowing he'll have to let you go, wrath from having to always time your moments together, lust from you being so fucking perfect for him, gluttony from wanting more and more, sloth from wishing to just keep you wrapped up in his arms and never go anywhere again.
Solomon's kiss is searing and sloppy as he whispers in your ear; "everyone's after you and yet you're here with me" , "all. fucking. mine. yeah? yeah. say it again." , "tighten down around me harder, come on, we don't have a lot of time." , "fuck, yes, that's it sweetheart, fuck!"
Fucking past!Solomon is slower, still quiet but without the fear of being loud, and full of praise from the usually teasing sorcerer. There's no rush whenever he brings you in close with the intention of bringing you pleasure, nowhere to be after your attendant 'shift' is over, no risks of anyone walking in; you live together, now, share the same space and go to sleep in the same bed despite having separate rooms.
When the two of you first got settled, he was on cloud nine, urging you to be louder and louder until he could hear your beautiful voice echoing off the walls of whatever room he'd decided to take you in. The time you've been given has him thrusting in and out of you at a steady, slow pace, though no less electrifying.
His hands explore your body as if he'd never done it before, dipping and pressing into all the curves and areas that make you jolt in sensitivity. They cradle your face, massage your hips, interlace your own hands- he can't keep them off you. There's finally a space for just you and him and he can't get enough of it.
Here, as his lips meet yours, it's slow and passionate, eyes fluttering to get lost in the feeling, head swimming with pure desire for the other. There's no sin dripping past his lips now, only need and contentment as he praises you for anything and everything.
There's not a single teasing lilt in his voice as he whispers into your ear, only awe and want and sometimes the undertone of begging if he's particularly worked up; "you're so pretty for me, so, so pretty and so good." , "yeah, baby, like that, making me feel s'good." , "oh? right here? yeah? okay, pretty, right here." , "shh, I'll make you cum, let's just slow down for a bit, hmm? wanna savor it."
synopsis : he knew there was something about you...
Barbatos was forbidden to use his powers unless given permission by Lord Diavolo.
“a-ah! s’too much!”
However, what the young master doesn’t know won't hurt him.
See, there was always something about you that bugged Barbatos. Whether it be the way you miraculously knew how to clean things to his particular satisfaction, or the odd chance you already knew Diavolo didn’t like pickles, or maybe it was the way you were so successful in your job as the brothers’ attendant- knowing how to cater to each of them perfectly- without having met them before hand.
No matter the case, Barbatos was more curious than he’d ever been, and he thought it wouldn’t hurt to take a peek.
A peek into the future- into your future- only to witness you centuries down the road with a much older them.
To witness the closeness you shared with each of the brothers, then with the Angels, and then the lord himself, and especially with him.
He was so captivated with it, in fact, that he continued to take further peeks into what would become- and what you’d already lived through.
Barbatos witnessed himself falling for you— it clouded his judgment so much, he kept digging deeper and deeper into the moments you’d shared with him until—
“Too much? Come now, Mc, don’t tell me you can’t take it anymore? We’ve barely even begun.”
His cock pressed further inside, gloved hands gripping you tighter before slamming you down over him with ease. The moan you let out was high-pitched, but choked, thanks to his tail wrapping itself around your throat.
“Barbatos!”
Present Barbatos had just torn off his own glove with his teeth, using the other hand to yank down his pants with a desperation he doesn’t think he’s ever felt.
A shudder wracked through him when he took a hold of his cock, fisting it to match how tight you might’ve been; it sent a irritating heat through him- how he couldn’t feel any of it, only watch as his future self got to fuck you.
“Oh? What a sweet sound…I suppose you’d like me to hit this spot again, then?” A chuckle left him at the whimper you responded with, tail moving to bring your face closer to his, “Pretty human…and all mine.”
He thinks back to the time his heat had hit and he’d walked right into you on the way to his room. How your eyes darkened and darted downwards before quickly closing as you excused yourself and brushed past him. You must’ve known, then; you must’ve helped him out with it before.
Just the thought of that makes Barbatos move his hand faster, hips jerking up embarrassingly to meet his frantic movements. His lips had parted in almost inaudible moans, getting a bit louder each time his thumb swiped over the slit of his cock.
“You are mine, aren’t you? All spread out for me like this, letting me of all demons defile you. Are you going to let me cum inside of you as well?”
His head hits the wall with a thud, mouth dropping to let out an unrestrained moan, “fuck!” as he tightened his fingers around himself.
His cock twitched one time, two times, and a third before he was cumming with a strangled groan in the back of his throat. The force Barbatos bit his lip to silence himself made a copper tang flood his mouth and dribble past his chin, but when he looked at the white mess covering his hand (and the floor), it just made the high even better.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, good human, my human, only mine— fuck, Mc, cumming-!”
Jade hues eyed the way you keened when his future self spilled inside of you, moaning with you when he pulled out and saw it slowly dripping past your hole.
warnings : nsfw, vampire things aka lots of blood and blood drinking and biting
synopsis : new vampire event, am I right?
a/n : I know the event is set in nightbringer and not og, but you can read it as either version
“Your scent…forgive my lack of a better word, but it’s absolutely heavenly, Mc.” Lucifer has his face buried in your neck, fangs scraping against the skin delicately.
You sighed, head tilting to give him more room as your fingers carded through his hair, moving to rest at the base of his neck when they were done.
It made him shudder; he knew the power you held over him, and yet— “So compliant for me, so willing to give up control. All for me, hm?”
Humming in return, you let your head roll back against his shoulder, looking up at the first born with eyes practically in the shape of hearts, “Trust you.”
“You trust me?”
“Uh-huh, please bite me.” You felt him twitch from where he was buried inside you- and had been for the past 10 minutes. To place a little more incentive on your words, you wiggled around until he let out a sharp growl.
Lucifer could feel his composure fraying, however you just looked so delectable staring up at him like that; his jaw opened, teeth brushing over you one last time, before they sunk into the flesh of your neck just enough that blood pooled into his waiting mouth.
Moaning in unison, both your hips began moving in tandem with one another as he choked out an actual whine at your taste. Throwing all sense of pride and bravado out the window, Lucifer pushes you on your back against his desk and sets a frantic pace.
His mouth hangs open at the feel of it all, drops of blood dripping down his chin. He might’ve been moaning louder than you, it was hard to tell, but as he bites you again and again, the avatar of pride can’t bring himself to care— especially not when you’re letting him cum inside.
“More- don’t stop, Luci, want you to ruin me. I can take it, promise I can take it, ‘m yours—“
†
“Slow down there, vampire. Don’t be greedy.” your tone was entirely teasing, knowing damn well that Mammon couldn’t help himself when it came to greed.
“‘M not a vampire, ‘m a demon!” His complaints were half-assed as he continued lapping at the blood flowing from your shoulder, “y’r demon, ‘m y’r first, first ‘n only— my human, mine, taste s’good, makin’ me go crazy.”
The muffled and senseless babbling only served to make you chuckle. You leaned further back against the pillows, watching with amusement as he followed without hesitation. “Take it all, then.”
Mammon’s eyes flashed gold, hands scrambling to yank you into his lap while his fangs busied themselves with biting again for the fifth time since you started. He accidentally ripped your bottoms in his desperation, but his fingers slipped inside you and immediately began abusing your spot as an apology.
“G’na take it all, Mc, s’good to me, my human’s so, so good t’me- i’ma give back, yeah? G’na make you feel good— please cum f’me, wanna taste that too, please, ‘m beggin ya-“
You responded with a loud cry, hips jerking when he didn’t even slow down after you’d given him exactly what he asked for. “Mammon-!“
His free hand ran through the mess you made, bringing it up to his lips so he could suck it off his fingers, “not enough, ‘s not enough, give me more, Mc, cum again and again—“ He bit you for the sixth time, and then for the seventh, “—not stopping till y’r as light headed as me, so give me more.”
†
“D-don’t—! ‘m filthy- don’t deserve it, don’t deserve you, I can’t-“ the heightened urges this virus brought made Levi feel dirty, especially when you were so sweet to him like this.
You pulled his back flush against your chest, resting your head on his shoulder to watch as one of your hands jerked his cock. “Don’t tell yourself that, Levi…you’re so cute when you’re desperate, it’s okay.”
He whined, embarrassed at your words but rutting his hips against your movements nonetheless. “Am not-!” His pupils dilated when you nudged the palm of your free hand against his mouth.
“Go on…” your lips brushed over his ear, moaning lowly against it, “Take it, Levi- take what you really want.” swiping over the slit of his cock with your thumb, you giggled when he bared his fangs involuntarily.
“Mc!” Levi choked out another whine before burying his teeth into the flesh of your palm, whining even louder when your blood hit his tongue.
“Aww, there you go, baby. Good boy, Levi.”
He was fucking your fist himself now, hips jerking frantically as a familiar tingle began creeping up his legs. “Yeah, yeah, yeah— ‘mma good boy, y’r good boy, g’na cum, g’na cum!”
You winced slightly when his jaw locked, thumb targeting his slit once again, making him shriek and spill the rest of your blood that was in his mouth as he came.
“I’ve spent centuries learning control, so tell me…” Satan holds your bleeding finger gently, staring down at the now splattered page you’d cut yourself on, “How do you manage to make me lose every bit of progress so easily?”
You watch him with lidded eyes, not paying any mind to your stinging injury. “Isn’t it special to find someone that makes you lose your mind like this?”
He only chuckles, allowing his tongue to poke out and lick at your papercut. The taste makes him groan and shift closer to you as he switches to sucking the pad of your finger instead.
“Tannie…”
Satan closes his eyes for a moment to tug at the last strings of his composure before laying back, yanking you down with him quickly.
Gasping, you do nothing but let him maneuver you until you’re hovering above his face, jumping slightly when his claws tear the crotch of your bottoms.
With a desperate growl, the fourth born pulls your entire weight onto him as his tongue thrusts inside you, “Gonna make you feel good first— I’ll get my fill after.”
You respond by wiggling your hips (slightly distracted by the feel of his fangs against your thighs), “Can have as much as you want, Tan- give everything to you— fuck!”
†
“Mc, don’t tell me you’re just gonna leave me here~” Asmo’s voice was airy and teasing, but it was easy to pick out the desperation coming from him.
You laughed, slitting a small cut in your lip before moving to stand in front of him. The satin blindfold you’d made him wear looked so pretty against his complexion.
“Mc?” He restrained against the material holding his hands behind his back, “I smell blood, darling…”
Your tongue came out to poke at his lips briefly, making him gasp. Just when he was about to speak again, you crashed your lips over his, making your blood smear over both of you like shared lipstick.
He moaned loudly, keening unabashedly when you plopped down in his lap. His wrists broke free of the restraints, hands sneaking up your shirt, while his sharpened teeth rolled your bottom lip between them, making the blood pour out more.
“Azzy~” you pulled away from him, letting out a breathless laugh when he whined at the loss of contact. “Patience brings good things, you know.”
Asmo’s head spun when you began bouncing over his lap teasingly, tongue swiping out to lick at all the excess blood on his lips. “I’ll be patient, just kiss me again—“
His cock jumped when you bit at his lower lip instead, eyes fluttering behind the blindfold as you pried his mouth open with your fingers.
“Careful what you wish for.”
†
“M-more!”
You tut at Beel, lifting your arm higher so he doesn’t try to bite at it. There was a cut across your wrist dripping blood into his mouth— the compromise you’d given him. “Don’t be ungrateful,” you chastised.
He only moaned, hips bucking from where you were settled over the bulge in his pants. “Not ungrateful, I promise-” his tongue lolled out of his mouth to catch your blood better, “-You just taste so fucking good, Mc…”
Your free hand came up to his face, fingers curiously spreading the blood that’d missed his mouth across his cheeks. He looked ravenous like this, only making the heat in your belly swirl even hotter- “Fuck, Beel…”
Bringing your arm back down, you grab at his jaw, “Only use your tongue, okay?” your hips jerk over his, making him respond in a choked groan. Slowly, you lowered your wrist towards his mouth.
And when his tongue flattened against the cut, mouth flooding with your blood, his eyes rolled back in his skull. Both hands came up to grab at you, pulling your arm even closer to where he was now licking at it like a dog.
“S’good, you taste s’good, Mc, more, more, more, please! ‘M so hungry, please let me keep tasting you-!”
Your mouth dropped when you felt warmth pooling underneath you, moan echoing his own when you realized Beel came in his pants from just tasting your blood. This was going to be a long night, but, “Don’t worry, bub, I’ll take care of you.”
†
“Gentle, Bel, gentle…” you pet his hair softly as his head moved between your thighs, mouth placing small bites around to show you he could control himself.
Belphie whimpered back at you, tongue licking at the spot he bit a little too harshly, “‘m trying, you just smell so good…can practically taste it through the skin…please, can I?”
You watched him hump against the bed for friction, taking pity when he whined again, “Alright, alright. Gently, or I’m pushing you off and you won’t get anything.”
The word ‘promise’ left his lips like a mantra before he was nosing at a spot on your inner thigh, licking a stripe up the area before sinking his teeth in.
The reaction was instant— the harsh jerk of his hips against the sheets, the high-pitched moan that would’ve embarrassed him had he not been in ecstasy right now, and the harsh tug you gave his hair that sent shudders wracking through him.
“Good boy, Belphie, take what you want, go on.” The sight of your blood dripping past the corners of his mouth from how messy he was drinking it made you coo, “Cum, Belphegor.”
The command shocked through him, making him choke out another whine as he made an even bigger mess in his pants. There were stars in his eyes as he watched you maneuver him on his back and settle above his face.
You used your fingers to shove the blood dripping down his chin back in his mouth, “My turn, and then I’ll let you have more blood, okay, baby? Goood boy, my good little demon.”
nsfw; nb!Simeon x demon!mc; reader has a tail w/ a shaped tip; lowercase intended || the person this was inspired by knows who he is you little shit-
the quiet ‘schlick’ sounds seemed to echo in the empty corridor, making the angel squirm even more. embarrassment crawled its way up the back of his neck, but he didn’t shove you off- no, instead his lips formed the word ‘more’, coming out as a high-pitched whine.
“more? i thought you said we shouldn’t be doing this? where’d all that sanctity go?” your hand twisted at the tip, thumb digging into the slit of Simeon’s cock harshly, “oh, right! it probably disappeared as soon as your pretty cock started beading droplets of precum after just a single kiss.”
he gasped out, skull thudding against the wall painfully but truthfully, the only thing he could think about was how well you were fisting his cock and how good your tongue had felt invading his mouth. “k-kiss—”
you complied instantly, nipping at his bottom lip with your sharpened teeth until there was a faint coppery bite to his taste. “little angel, falling so low...” spitting his blood back into his mouth, you were quick to speed up the pace. “just for me.”
Simeon’s eyes rolled when your tail lashed each of his thighs, tongue lolling out to lap at the blunt tip of it before he was choking out pleas as it wrapped around his throat.
“please? please what?”
“’nna cum, wanna c-cum so badly, please-” he was practically begging you to chip away at his halo until only golden horns were left in its wake, begging you tear out every white feather and replace it with black.
and you knew exactly what he wanted because he wanted the same thing in your own timeline. “then cum.” the end of your tail shoved its way into his mouth, muffling the loud cry he let out as ropes of pearly white soaked the front of your clothes.
“again, again, again, wan’ more, want you-” he was a babbling, sobbing, overstimulated mess.
you grinned, fangs glinting in the light. “careful~ demons are wicked, remember?”
