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Consume. . .

♡ When he can’t sleep, you consume his every thought! ♡

♡.Obey me!

♡♡.NSFW!! minors be goneeeee! GN!reader, daydreams but like at night?? Horny Belphie, Masturbation, body description (towards MC), Marking, scratching, cum play??

♡♡♡. I got…zero logical explanations for this. He’s hot, been on my mind for hours and I gotta share the horny 😠

♡ Belphgor, Belphie, the quietest of the family, the tired one, the one who’s snoozing at all times, he suddenly became a bit more awake since you and him started things on the right foot

♡ He, like his twin, felt this relationship might get better, so he put in effort to listen and understand you, soon he felt himself feel things towards his you…maybe things that seem inappropriate too

♡ at first it was he felt comfortable with you, he felt fuzzy and content…

♡ The more you trust him, the more he tries to savor the view of you, the sound of your voice, the warmth of your touch

♡ but soon he wanted more, more than a quick smile while passing the in the hallway, he wanted more than afternoon conversations and snacks, he wanted more than just laying his head on your lap

♡ he found himself missing you minutes after you leave the room, he found himself looking up at the star he gave you more than he usually does

♡ Belphie found himself thinking of you when he should be asleep, when he should be drooling about the food dreams he shared Beelzebub, he was drooling about you trailing his skin, feeling his neck, the spot above his heart, marking him deep into his soul with your silky touch

♡ His thought got messy, hazy, too much lustful that after spending most of his days staring at you and memorizing the curves of your body and how your glossy lips glisten in the light, he knew he had to ‘sleep’ in the attic

♡ he tried to sleep but he couldn’t, he tried to count sheep but his thoughts returned to you, to how your thighs looked in the uniform pants, how the fabric tighten when you sat down or bent over in front of him

♡ he knew the actions were innocent and unconsciously done but he didn’t care, you caught his attention

♡ would your thighs feel soft in his hands? Would you let him take the pants off? Would…would you let him scrape his nails on your stretch marks, the ones you joked about, and make you feel the slight burning sensation that could almost match his when he thinks about you? Would you let him bite the stretch marks, kiss them? Would let him show you that they’re stunning on your skin and you shouldn’t hate them?

♡ “Mhmm” the sound bounced off the walls, the room was filled with fabric moving, his hand slid down to his own pants, outlining the place that burned for your touch

♡ What face would you make when he bites you? Would you be scared? Aroused? Would you moan? How would you moan? Belphie often wondered what would set you off? What would make you lose your mind completely and be improper? What would make you scream? Gasp, cry, scratch his back, bite his neck? What amount of pleasure is your limit?

♡ you seem soft to him, you’re a human after all…would you let him corrupt you? Even if you push him off, he’ll find a way to get you to beg for him, to beg for his touch and body…

♡ Belphie huffed, his fingers reaching down and in between his boxers waist band and his skin, going down south, he licked his lips, he can’t wait to have you on this bed and under him

♡ fuckkkk, would your fingers be softer than his? Would you hesitate to touch him or would you surprise him and grab him and squeeze? You seem sneaky under all those soft smiles and timid actions

♡ “….a-ahh”

♡ there’s no way you’re pure like the fake display you give the public…Belphie is sure you’re no better than him, he can almost picture you in your bed, eyes blurry and damp, hands groping your own naked body…would you be thinking about him? Would you be wanting him to be grasping your waist, bouncing you off and on to him, his dripping cock between your thighs? Would you be wishing for him to be behind you, groaning and biting your ear? Would you let him grip too tightly on you, enough to leave dark spots? Would you get off to him using you? Mhmm you’d like that, won’t you?

♡ Belphie started to pace faster, his fist tighter around his cock fuck fuck fuckkk why can’t you be here and help him out?

♡ his breathing got heavier, his eyes closed down but his mind is still focused on you and your sinful body

♡ Belphie painted you under him, eyes flicking from his to the twitching cock on your stomach, your hands up above your head held by his strong palms

♡ Soft shaky moans escape you as he rocks his body, creating friction to barely satisfy him but enough to drown the itch of burying himself inside you for a bit

♡ Whimpering and wiggling, Belphie painted you to the bratty type, the one who thought they deserved to get what they want and would tear up and pout when they have to work for it…

♡ The attic has filled up with his low moans and the sheets shuffling

♡ Hell, he’ll have so much fun teasing and training you to be his toy, he’ll do things, everything, anything just to have the chance to break you and mark you as his, to bite your neck enough to draw drops of blood, to lick your shoulder and trace his teeth on the skin, to suck on your stomach and see you wither

♡ The thought of you being under him and almost crying when he cums on your stomach instead of in your mouth or inside you made his mind fuzzy

♡ Belphie painted you to arch your back when he swirls his fingers in the liquid on your skin, bringing it to your nipples, painted you to cry out when he pinches them and pulls, feeling them get hard, he painted you to open your mouth when he brings you more cum near your lips, painted you to poke your tongue out, eyes begging for more of him, more of his cum

♡ Belphie, the avatar of sloth, didn’t sleep that night, his mind too busy chasing the thoughts of you, too busy painting you under his mercy, crying out for him

♡ Belphie still was awake at breakfast, wild awake when you entered and smiled at him, he felt his mind beginning to fuzz when you licked the jam off your fingers and your eyes meet his after seconds

♡ Belphie who was quiet, his thoughts didn’t mirror the actions of the demon, they were loud and wild and filthy…all because of you, a mere human who got to close to his heart

LUCIFER didn’t expect this to happen. Just as he didn’t expect a human student to meddle with his family affairs and get so so dear to him in the process. He was sure you were beguile somehow, that you were able to fool his brothers with a smile and half-hearted words. You shocked him, it made him love that you were not as predictable as you humans looked. He didn’t expect you to come in his office, half awake. Lucifer didn’t know what to do when you grabbed his arm and led him to his room. He stared as you made yourself comfortable on his bed, you patted the bed. You were so candor, he didn’t expect that. So open, in front of him. You whispered his name, like a wish, a prayer, your eyes wrinkled at the last letter you dragged, a small silly smile planted on your face. He didn’t expect that to make his heart beat pace different. He didn’t except his body to move to you, almost naturally. A dapper demon like him weren’t supposed to dip in the bed so close to you, he wasn’t supposed to have a hand on your stomach, that made its way to your lower back, that pulled you near him. He didn’t expect elation to fill his heart as you sighed and leaned your head on him, as your fingers gripped his shirt, like you were scared of him leaving. He didn’t expect the normal sound of his room to change tunes, from quiet and dull to oddly dulcet. Although, again this wasn’t planned, he wasn’t against you and this sudden event. His hand rubbed your back in the most feathery way. His other hand grabbed the covers closer to your body. His eyes softened when you hummed. Oh dear, you always never miss a chance to surprise him.

Wrong. . .

♡ He did something wrong, wicked but he felt so good~ ♡

♡.Obey me!

♡♡.NSFW!! Minors fuck off! GN!reader, Dark content? Noncon, Somnophilia, Magic use

♡♡♡. The horny is back...and I think it's winning its place in my brain 🥲 I made this also in the honor of Satan's birthday coming up!!

MAMMON was greedy, there was no other word to describe his actions. He held you hostage in his warm arms for all hours of the night. An arm laced upon your waist, his fingers were surreptitious, they were able to find a way under your shirt, rested on your stomach, occasionally brushed the skin. His touch so lithe, it led sparks and goosebumps to dance across your flesh. The other arm snuck its way up, lightly held on to your shoulder, it helped him make sure he had you close to him as possible. With his arm over your chest, he was able to also hear your heartbeat. He knew when you felt flustered, he knew what he was doing yet he didn’t give you a break. Nimble neck kisses were thrown often just so he can sponge in your reactions. Your gasps, your body jerks, your widened eyes, he loved it all. He was greedy, he wasn’t satisfied with what he had, Mammon needed more. More of you, more to feel, more to see, more to savor, he can’t get enough.

MAMMON was sure the feeling he got when you two were finally alone was beyond pure bliss. Much more if that were possible. His heart wasn’t normal, it was acting brisk. It dared to flutter unconsciously whenever you’d steal a glimpse at him, eyes away from the coruscate TV. His heart felt light when the two of you shared a laugh later on, is he going crazy or did it feel even more funny when you understood the joke too? Oh man, he better not ruin this. Not when your eyes wrinkle and laugh like that and look at him so carelessly dazzling. He can’t ruin this moment. When you moved closer and leaned at him, paying little attention at the rolling credits and more to his rings, you moved them left to right and left to right, smiling, Mammon knew he can’t ruin this night with you. He had to store this feeling you give him as long as he could. He had to savor each smile, laugh and sarcastic reply you give him. He has to. Because, at that night, he knew he loved you, truly and so oh deeply. How could he not love you when he replayed your words in his mind after you said them? When he wished endlessly to be so near you? When he sucked a breath in, which he hoped you didn’t notice, as you came in contact with his fingers and wrist? When he noticed your sweet aroma immediately after you come close to him? Oh how he wished to keep you close to him and drown in your fragrance! When he noticed at the most random times that you were not in the room and he missed your voice? He knew why his heart was wild that night, he understood why he felt as if he needed more than a friendly relationship with you. Mammon, the avatar of greed, has fell in love. And to add more crazy elements to the news, it was a human who put him in this dazed spell. He, now, can not ruin any more chances to be with you, any chances to spend time with you and definitely would rather not ruin any chances to make heartwarming memories with you.

ASMODEUS, if he gave enough flying fucks, would’ve been frowning and tutting at the state of his usually tidy bedroom. Right now, it didn’t matter. The lipstick stained bottles, some empty, some contained liquid, the half eaten cupcakes, the plethora of plushies that mounted the floor and the foot of his bed. Most were gifts from admirers and past lovers, all worthless in meaning, the memories they gave him was the only reason he kept them. Only one plushie was important enough to be put next to pillow, where now at the moment your head was rested, it was the same plushie you won him at a arcade. He fell in love with it and with the smile you wore as you presented it to him with pride and joy. Back to his messy room and the items all over, none of it mattered. he was as you worded it “charging his body and mind” with you. His head partly on your stomach, his hand lazily around your waist, where his cheek rested on his forearm. The TV was on, a lady babbling about how she found the inspiration about her outfits, it honestly didn’t matter to him. The warmth you gave him mattered, the way your stomach heaved up and down, the way he heard and felt your stomach grumble and thunder when his fingers messed with the waistband of your sweats. He didn’t know he had that effect on you. He felt a bit better, it made him smile for half a second. You almost made him want to feel better, to be the normal happy flirty Asmodeus everyone expected to see, and it made him realize that you had an effect on him. You made him somewhat calm when he was upset, you made his lips twitch up when you walk in the room, you didn’t fall in love with his looks the second you saw him but you stayed around and spent time to know him, to understand him and to see the real him. You were something special, he couldn’t explain it. His fingers snapped the band on your skin before he rubbed the spot. It was driving him crazy, how are you this special? What witches did you seduce to give you these powers? ….He knew it was silly to think about but he couldn’t help it. Are you going to stay with him even if he wasn’t the normal Asmodeus everyone loves? Even if he’s quiet? Even if he was messy? Would you love him then? That mattered to know but he couldn’t bring himself to ask. Asmodeus slipped his head back just enough to cover his face with his arm, goodness you wanted him to relax but you were not making this easy for him. He loved it, the way you made him feel, the way you puzzled him, the way you made him fuzzy and happy and mad, he loved it.