chara. by appearance: mammon, leviathan, asmodeus, beelzebub, satan, belphegor, lucifer ft. afab!MC / afab!reader
♡ no gendered terms used for reader except "mommy"
♡ 18+ under the cut
nightbringer has reawakened my love for obey me! when i first started OM, one of my things was deducing what demons brothers are subs and now i know my answer is all of them. might expand on this later!!
mammon: mommy kink. it's canon, trust me. mams is so down bad for his mommy. a service sub w bratty tendencies but his dick always wins the battle between continuing to be difficult or being obedient and cumming. loves when you pull him by the hair no matter the context. to get his attention? yes. making out? obviously. forcing him to look at you while he's on his knees? the dumb baby might cum in his pants.
leviathan: two ways to deal with our lovely snake boi. first, degrade him. make fun of him for being a dumb virgin, spank him, bite him. humiliate him by stripping him completely but keeping most of your clothes on. or second, praise him. treat him so gently like one of his priceless figurines. kiss him all over before you lay a finger on his cock. reward him for staying. levi isn't used to affection but that can be solved by handcuffing him so he can't cover up his pretty body. by degrading him or being super loving, you're being sooooo mean to him it's not fair :((((
beelzebub: praise kink and i refuse to relent in this. for the love of everything holy and infernal, someone praise this boy. do i have to make the argument for oral? he's ecstatic to have you ride his face and will do so for hours if you let him. a well behaved boy - the best of his brothers - with a ton of stamina! loves the size difference between you two. you're a human and so small and so fragile compared to him. but you can make his brain go all fuzzy and make him feel small. your soothing presence brings him to his knees, eager and ready to please.
asmodeus: he's not the avatar of lust for nothing! will switch things up on you whenever he feels like it, just to keep you on your toes! sometimes he's a power bottom, sometimes he's the eager service sub. into some light kitten play! just an excuse for asmo to dress up for you. (though you might want to get him out of it quickly~) cat ears, pretty lingerie, thigh-highs and garterbelts, a tail plug to match... or maybe a classic bunny suit? low cut corset suit with a tail, fishnets, heels, and always ready to serve you.
satan: size queen. anything goes until he safewords. relatively well behaved - he is more impatient than bratty. his chest is super sensitive, he's never walking away without hickies. doesn't say it but he likes it slow. running a hand through his hair, kissing all over his face. he wants to feel like he's yours and yours alone. subspace really calms him down. outside of sex, he curls up to you, staying glued to you. he will get quiet or nonverbal but don't worry! he's in a good mood, so let him lay in your lap and dote on him a little.
belphegor: brat. big big brat. the type of brat that needs to be broken. edge him into oblivion then force him to cum over and over again — that is what the little brat wanted, now he's begging you to stop? maybe he's learned his lesson, but he loves pushing your buttons too much to kick the habit. can only manage to stay up 3–4 minutes after; he believes the post-sex sleep is amazing when he's sore and satisfied. loves to lay on your chest while you rub his back and play with his hair.
lucifer: experienced doms only: hard mode!! everything is discussed beforehand with a very detailed contract - kinks, limits, curiosities. calls you master in bed. loves when you use your pact on him (consensually). pretty obedient boy, as are the terms of your contract. big shibari fan. imagine having the avatar of pride tied up in red ropes like a present looking up at you. that sight alone will make you feel like the strongest being in all three realms.
summary: satan acts bratty so you fuck him into submission
📎 side note: english is not my first language so, sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes.
"Has anyone seen Satan?" Belphie's voice makes all his older brothers look up at him, entering the living room and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"He's in his room, with [Name]" Beel answers him, taking another handfull of chips to his mouth.
"Yes, but you better not interrump them ~ They sound pretty busy" Asmo giggles, his cheeks blushing furiously at his naughty thoughts.
"Eh?" Belphie simply mutters.
"Don't ya hear Satan from here? Sounds like he's having da time of his life" Mammon grumbles, everyone noticing his pouty face from a mille away.
"He's been acting up since morning, it was just a matter of time having [Name] punishing him" Lucifer comments as he pass the next page of RAD Newspaper.
"Stupid normies" Levi mumbled under his breath, brows furrowed with annoyance, but his rosy cheeks tells another story.
"Great, now I'll have to wait until he's able to stand up and walk again" the youngest huffs, snuggling onto his twin and quickly falling asleep in his arms.
Another hit from your whip hit Satan's snow-like skin, only making the blonde hiss.
"Still not gonna apologize? Come on baby, we both know what you want, and we both know I won't give it to you unless you apologize" you throw another whiplash at him. "You already have my attention like you wanted, now that's the only thing left"
Even though he doesn't let out sobs, his silent tears drenched all his face. His ass and back hurted from all the whiplashes he has endured until now. But mostly, his hole felt empty, even though it was full with his favourite butt-plug with a kitty tail adorning it.
All he wanted was his girlfriend's dick from the beginning, but his prideful side didn't let him simply ask for it, instead deciding to act like an asshole for the whole day to her and make her build up anger to punish him.
"'M sorry" he sobs for the first time in the past hour, "'m so sorry mommy, I was being a bad kitty"
Looking up from over his shoulder, he barely catches his girlfriend's grin as she starts putting the whip away.
"Yeah baby, a really bad kitty. But you won't get what you want with just that, honey" she reaches to disolve the ropes around Satan's wrist that restringed him against the headboard. "Beg me some more" she whispers in the demon's ear.
"Please...please! I know I don't deserve it, but please fuck my slutty hole until I can't feel my legs"
In the meantime he turned around to lay on his back, he had already pulled off the butt-plug from inside of him, now spreading his cheeks apart and showing his gaping hole at [Name].
"Fuck... who could've thought that the Avatar of Wrath was so desesperate for dick" you chuckle as you finish securing the straps around your hips, now grabbing the lube bottle.
"Only yours" he purred, biting down his bottom lip as he sees you lube the dildo up.
Contrary to his early behaviour, Satan now obediently lifted his legs up, leaving you full access to his pretty hole as his hard dick layed untouched on his stomach. He knows that you're not gonna touch it and he isn't allowed to touch it either, but if you ever gave him permission to cum tonight, he could do it by just having you ruining his insides.
Even though he was already prepared, you opted to enter him slowly, smiling at his desesperate features at just having the tip and half of it inside, his green eyes shaking with need and lust. You shove all that was left in one sharp thrust, having Satan throwing back his head and moaning at the fullness.
"There we go ~ Do you like this, baby?"
"I love it! Oh mmgh... I love it so much" he gasps and holds his legs up once again as he feels you start thrusting inside. "Thank you, thank you!" he starts sobbing thanks messeges as his whole body rocks along with his bed at your thrusts.
"There you go, baby. You look better like this" you smile at his broken figure. "You can't show me how pretty you are when you're acting all jealous and petty, mmh?" you fake a pout, reaching a hand to push his blonde locks away from his face. "I thought you were smart enough to know that I'll never love Lucifer the same way that I love you, but I guess a bitch in heat can't think straight, can he?"
He only understood half of what you said, but he still shaked his head no. "No mommy, I ca-... I can't think when you fuck me this good! Mmgh- oh!" he clasp a hand over his mouth as you keep thrusting into his prostate that you finded just now.
"That's right, there's no even one thought in that little head of your, huh?"
You grin as you see his eyes get glazed over, and your statement is proved right the moment he doesn't reply back, because he doesn't have the strenght or capacity to reply something coherent anymore. And to think he was the same demon that was about to turn the House of Lamentation upside down a few hours ago.
You keep on fucking him for the next hour, throwing him around the bed like a rage doll, letting him cum and make a mess of himself and the sheets.
After you had make him cum about 7 times at least, you took out your strap and ride his sensitive dick to get yourself to orgasm. He kept on sobbing that he was too sensitive and grasping at your hips, but he didn't pull you away, not even when you had finished and let you pull away yourself.
Satan returned to consciousness as you were cleaning him up and putting him in some new boxers. He feels like the sheets beneath him are fresh new and the fluffy pillow below his head makes him snuggle in it even more.
All that movement makes you look up at him, smiling at his sleepy eyes and moving closer to him to leave a kiss on his forehead.
"Hey" you whisper soflty.
"Hey" he whispers back, smiling weakly at you.
"Want some water? I wanted to give you some earlier, but you passed out" you explain as you uncap the water bottle. Satan pops up on his elbows as you held the bottle and tilt it so he can drink.
With his cute kitty eyes, he makes you hurry up to get under the covers with him, and as soon as you do he's snuggling against your side, head resting on your chest and arm over your stomach as he pulls you closer to him.
"At this point of our relationship I thought you already knew that I love you more than anything and anyone else" you mumble as you caress the bare of his arm over your stomach, eyes lost in some point of his room, "and that if you want me to fuck you, you just have to ask. Don't need to act like a little brat for it" you chuckle as you ruffle his hair, making him grunt.
"I know… it was just my sin acting up"
"Mmh…well. It might happen again, so you know…next time I'm not gonna be so gentle" you whisper the last bit on his ear and left a kiss on his forehead, shifting in the pillows to get a good spot to finally fall asleep, leaving Satan with dirty thoughts and a new boner because of them.
Warning/Desc: 700+ word drabble, electro stim, general narrative violence, 18+ nsfw content, hand job, sex toys, edging, bondage, dom/sub relationship, is gender neutral but mentions heeled boots
Synopsis: You and Satan roleplay as a dirty detective and a crime boss.
A/N: Took a bit longer but that’s cuz it’s a bit better than the first. Next one will likely be just as slow, if not slower bc i don’t have any ideas for it smh. And I call these drabbles cuz they don’t feel like fics but they also feel a bit too long for drabbles? Idk. Format later.
The heels of your boots click heavy against the linoleum, echoing through the dimly lit room, catching the attention of the blindfolded figure seated in the center. Frustration etches his face as he tugs pointlessly against his restraints, which have him completely bound to the chair. His voice trembles as he demands, "Who's there?"
You approach without a word, closing the distance until you're within arm's reach. When you're finally close enough, you run your fingers through his sweaty blond locks, feigning it as an affectionate touch before roughly yanking his head back. The resulting sound from him almost makes you break character. Almost.
"Do you know why you are here, detective?" You ask him, your voice taking on an authoritative tone. You move your free hand to slide his blindfold down and lift his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes.
After locking gazes with you for just a tad bit longer than necessary, he jerks his face from your grasp. "What's the meaning of this, MC? I demand an explanation."
The dim lighting accentuates the eerie shadow cast across your face as you curl your lips into a sneer. "You don't get to make demands, traitor." When Satan's eyes widen in surprise, you nod affirmatively. "That's right. We've had eyes on you for a long time. Ever since Lucifer uncovered your little embezzling operation. Thought that was off the books, didn’t ya?"
Satan barely manages to stifle a laugh at your choice of backstory. You make a note to punish him a little extra for that.
"I haven't done anything," he retorts, voice laced with defiance, "You don't have any proof."
You respond with a skeptical raised eyebrow before sliding a hand beneath the waistband of your pants. His gaze fixates on you, and a flush gradually tinges his cheeks. "What are you doing?" he stammers, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.
With deliberate slowness, you withdraw your hand, bringing with it a pack of meticulously rolled documents. His eyebrows furrow, and he starts to object, "Pockets have a purpose—"
"Silence, traitor." You slap him across the face with the rolled paper, earning a lip bite. "This is the proof. Documents, photos, all of it evidence of your crimes, of your betrayal."
You fail to hide your excitement, and Satan's eyes widen further, realization dawning on him. "...You've been planning this."
You shake your head and manage a disappointed expression. "I was hoping you'd come to your senses. I vouched for you time and time again but now it seems you've left me no choice."
Satan replies with resignation, "What are you going to do, kill me?"
"Unfortunately, you're of no use to me dead," you explain, moving with deliberate slowness as you circle around him, the echo of your footsteps only adding to the rising anticipation. Reaching the table behind him, you slide a sleek black briefcase towards you and pop open the clasp. You brush your hand over its contents, hand lingering on the arrangement of electro stim toys. "However," you continue, "your crimes will not go unpunished."
***
Satan whimpers as you stroke him again, flinching back when the shock transfers from your finger attachments to the shaft of his cock. Your other hand maneuvers a wand across his body, lingering on his chest and dancing around his nipples. Physically, he’s a mess. His demon form manifested involuntarily about four ruined orgasms ago, and now his tail lashes out aimlessly around the legs of his chair, mostly because he knows you’ll worsen the punishment if he tries to touch himself with it. His hair clings to the sweat coating his forehead, eyes once again blindfolded but failing to conceal the tears of frustration rolling down his cheeks.
When his breath gets irregular and he starts bucking his hips against the restraints, you pull back all at once. He cries out at the loss of touch and moans in discomfort, a sign that you have once again effectively ruined his orgasm.
With a predatory smirk, you lean in close, your breath hot against his ear. “How about this: I’ll let you go, but only if you can count up to the exact sum of money you embezzled. Starting at one and ending, hm, somewhere around a couple hundred thousand?”
Satan’s hips give one last weak thrust, which you discourage by slapping his cock and watching it bounce back against his abdomen. He whimpers. "Please, M-MC, I—I need to come. It hurts. I—"
You make a shushing sound, effectively quieting him. "You're breaking character, detective. Now let’s hear those numbers. One…" You start stroking him again.
Synopsis: He decided to arrange a little private show just for you, and who are you to deny?
Genre: Smut
Warnings: sub!demon bros, dom!gn!reader, dildos, riding, handjobs, begging, cross-dressing, levi has two dicks, overstimulation, butt plugs, pet play, lingerie, food play, fingering, finger sucking, orgasm denial, bratty!belphie (maybe more that i forgot, lmk if i missed something)
Lucifer
"This is so embarrassing." Lucifer says, but doesn't stop jumping on the silicone toy. His eyes are half-lidded and staring at your figure, mouth forming a perfect "o" whenever the tip of the dildo brushes against his prostate. Whatever coherent thoughts he had have vanished the moment you wrap your hand around his sensitive cock.
Mammon
You can't help but stare at his disheveled hair, white locks scattered across his flushed face. His blue angelic eyes are rolled to the back of his skull as he thrusts vibrating dildo into himself. You can see his dick jump every now and then, stripes of cum spluttering on his stomach. He can only beg for more, the only thing that leaves his mouth is "please."
Leviathan
"I-I'm su– Ah! Such a good boy! Mm, so good for you!" Levi cries out, his hands are tied behind his back, while a dragon dildo is stuffed inside his hole. His plush thighs are adored by striped stockings, frilly skirt hiding his leaking cocks from your piercing gaze. Overwhelmed by your presence and his praises, Levi can't stop shaking, putting on the best ahegao face he can manage. Just for you.
Satan
The bells on his cat ears jingle, creating a sound that resonates across his room. Satan shakes his ass, almost inviting you to finally join him and fuck his brains out. You can see his hole squeeze around a butt plug, fake tail attached to it swings to sides. He pulls the toy out so only the tip is in, and thrusts it roughly inside, a string of mewls leaves his mouth. Just like a kitten, you think.
Asmodeus
Cute and sexy, Asmo runs his hands up and down his body, lacy material feels good under his fingertips. He lifts his weight off the twelve inch pink dildo, then just as slowly takes the whole length in. Tears run down his cheeks, smearing expensive mascara, he looks like a cheap whore, but feels like the most adored person in the entire Devildom. All because of how you look at him with love in your eyes.
Beelzebub
You can't rip your eyes away from his bulky body covered in cream, as Beel has one hand wrapped around his sensitive dick, thick fingers of the other hand shoved in his mouth. He wants to taste you, not his fingers or the cream, they never taste as good as you do. The fantasies are enough to bring him over the edge, semen mixing with the sticky topping.
Belphegor
Despite his snarky remarks and irritated looks he gives you, Belphie holds his legs up as ordered, while a vibrator buzzes in his ass. You can see all his muscles tense up, a sign he's close to cumming, but a simple "Belphegor, don't cum!" and he convulses, dry orgasm following shortly after. What a brat, always breaking rules, looks like your naughty demon deserves a severe punishment.
He's being rather needy while you're out. He wants to be your good boy, but the swirling feeling of heat in his abdomen tells him that maybe breaking one rule is worth it.
Genre: Smut
Warnings: masturbation, lucifer degrades himself for breaking the rules, dildos, anal penetration, pillow humping, levi has two cocks, edging, satan calls himself your naughty kitten, lingerie, fingering, nipple play, overstimulation, cock slapping, dacryphilia, all brothers being caught doing naughty stuff by you, sub!demon bros, dom!gn!reader
Lucifer
Rules for Lucifer are absolute, he's used to obeying them, and breaking a rule isn't in his dictionary. However when he's feeling so needy for his Master who's out on a meeting with Lord Diavolo, Lucifer can't control himself. He breaks the first, most simple rule: "don't touch yourself without my permission". Shame on him.
"Master, I'm such a pathetic whore, can't even wait until you come home. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please, come home and punish me, Master!" he whines, while circling a thumb around his slit, pre-cum leaking through it down his cock. He throws his head back, feeling as if he's back in Heaven. "M-master! I'm going to cum, please, let me–"
"Don't you even dare cum, Lucifer!" he flinches at your sudden voice, eyes snap open and to your figure standing in the door frame. "You're such a slut, you make sick." His dick throbs at your harsh words. This is going to be a long night for him.
Mammon
Mammon is your good boy, he doesn't like when you're mad, especially at him, so that's why he doesn't break the rules established by you. Or rather he tries not to break them. Sometimes when you leave him alone he touches himself how he wished you touched him.
"Shit, s' good. Oh, you fuck me so good, ah!" Mammon pushes dildo further in his ass, yelping when it hits his prostate. Oh, how he wishes this was your cock fucking him. "Fuck, MC, deeper!"
"Seems like you're enjoying yourself, treasure. You imagine it's my cock buried deep inside you, hm?" he whines loudly, your voice so close. You caress his ass, placing your hand over his holding a dildo. Then push the toy so deep he's seeing the stars. "Be a good boy and cum on my command, then I'll think about fucking your pathetic hole."
Leviathan
Even though Levi is so horny right now, he fears to release himself, because he doesn't want to disappoint you. But the ache in his cocks makes his head fuzzy. "If I hump a pillow, that doesn't count as touching myself, right?" Keep lying to yourself, Levi.
"Oh, ah, gn– Huh, MC, please, don't hate me!" Levi ruts against his ruri-chan pillow, the picture stained in pre-cum. His cocks are red and twitching. "P-please, MC, I'm sorry I'm such an excuse to exist!"
"Were you feeling lonely without me, baby? It's okay, keep humping your pillow" he shakes his head, face red in embarrassment. He fucked up, you caught him in such state, how can he get off in front of you? "Come on, Levi, you can do it. I'll guide you, baby."
Satan
Satan is touch-starved and a brat, so of course he breaks the rules often. What's the fun in not making your dom mad at you? This is why Satan pumps his dick fastly, twisting his wrist around the tip.
"A-ah! Huh, fuck, I'm so close" he holds his legs wide open, facing the door to his room, waiting for you to appear. "Master, your slutty kitten is waiting for you!"
"What a bitch in heat you are!" he cries in pleasure, obviously close to cumming. His green eyes shoot open, piercing you full of lust. "Stop!" You command, and he can't protest when his pact mark glows brightly.
Asmodeus
Pink lingerie hugs Asmo's body perfectly, a gift from you. His fingers go in and out of his hole, drawing pretty sounds from him. He adds a third finger, whining at the stretch.
"Ah, So good. Master, you'd love to see me like this, don't you?" he throws his head back, fingers fastening. He cums, painting lingerie in white.
"Beautiful as always, even covered in your semen" you coo, crossing your arms. You see him smile wickedly, smearing cum all over his stomach. "Think you could do that again for me?"
Beelzebub
Beel can't help himself but remember your smell. Your intoxicating scent sinking in his nostrils, bringing him to the edge once again. One hand squeezing his nipple, the other stroking at his cock. It feels like he climaxed a hundred times at least, yet not stopping.
"Oh shit, fuck! Ghn, feels amazing! Hah, hah–" he feels the knot in his stomach explode, cum shoot from his dick dirtying his hand. But Beel can't stop from fucking his hand, drunk in lust and pleasure. His next orgasm builds really fast.
"Cum for me, Beel, I know you want it. So do it!" your sudden voice is putting him in shock. When did you come back? Did you see him pleasure himself? Of course, you did, what a strange question! But your hungry gaze is the last straw to make him cum.
Belphegor
Belphie is a brat, and he loves when you slap his cock making it red and leaking. He practically can't come without you slapping his cock at least once. So when he woke up from a wet dream with a little problem and you nowhere near him, what can he do other that masturbate?
"A-ah, shit, it hurts! Please, fuck!" he slaps his tip two times, cock jumping and twitching. Belphie strokes the shaft, dragging nails along it. It hurts but he likes it, maybe too much. "Mm, shi-it!"
"How desperate can you beto slap your own cock? You're such a disgusting bitch!" you spat, trowing your jacket off and rolling your sleeves. "Get fucking ready, because you won't feel your cock for the next week because of how hard I'll slap it!"
You left a message on his D.D.D, it was only natural he come to find you in the library. And what else were you going to do with your precious time alone, where you’re lips are so close, and your head’s so close to his lap?
“Were you waiting for me?” He asked with a smile, as he took a seat next to you and to peer down at your notes that were spread all over the table, more messily than usual but not enough for him to comment about. He found you back in the far corner of RAD’s library, exactly where you promised you’d wait for him in your text, after begging for a brief tutoring session before exam season started. He watched as you jumped slightly, as if startled from your reading, to sheepishly smile up to him, already too close for just a normal study session.
“Maybe I was?”
Satan couldn’t help but lean in closer, a smile playing at the corners of his lips as he put a hand on the cushion next to your leg, thumb dangerously brushing against your thigh, and the other on the back of the couch, cornering you carefully against the arm of the chaise. You blushed slightly, looking away for just a moment, before your perfectly clear eyes slowly came back to meet his.
“Hm… First of all,” You hummed softly, before putting your hand to his chest, fingers splaying just enough to be tempting before he felt a distinctive push as you forced the demon back. “Perhaps… you could keep an appropriate distance? We are in a library, after all.”
Ah, right. Your voice was like a shock to his system, cold water on an overheated body. The two of you were in public… But that brief moment where your lips were close enough to touch, where your breaths could mingle and nothing obstructed his gaze, it wasn’t long enough. He wasn’t inherently greedy, but who knew what could happen if he didn’t get at least another moment like that with you.
“So, was there something you wanted to talk to me about?” He asked, his tone betraying him slightly as he tried to steady his breathing for a moment.
“I think you already know the answer, don’t you?”
“I’ll admit, it was clever.” Satan hummed, eyeing you with a small chuckle as you adjusted your posture and smoothed out the wrinkles on your lap absentmindedly. “Using a tutoring session to get me alone, that is. I’m sure Lucifer is on to us, but my other brothers, not so much.”
“It’s hard to get alone time with you.” You murmured with a slight shrug, as if every move wasn’t calculated and teasing, from the way your uniform was already slightly unbuttoned, to the way you nibbled your lip after speaking.
Satan couldn’t help but snort before glancing down at the book you were reading. “You know, there was something I read, recently. About how humans fall in love. Is it true its all about repeated physical contact?”
“You certainly get straight to the point.” You laughed and laid the book on the table nearby. “Why bring that up, all of a sudden?”
“It’s just as a scholar, I can’t believe something I haven’t verified myself.” Satan couldn’t help but shrug and recline slightly against the back of the lounge. He glanced over at you, certain you would blush and look away, even though he would never admit it, you were so easy to tease.
“Very well. Let’s test your theory.” You said instead, confident and clear, your tone echoing around Satan’s head for a moment. You leaned over, suddenly encroaching on his space, despite humans being built smaller than most demons, he still leaned away out of reflex until his back hit the other arm of the lounge. “Let’s see if humans really do develop feelings for the ones they touch.”
“Yes, let’s.” Satan challenged, his brows furrowing at the sudden shift in control. This wasn’t a game of chicken he was about to lose, deep down he wondered if calling your bluff would work. After all, you had just said that you weren’t interested and that being in public wasn’t what you wanted, so why…?
Suddenly, he felt your hands dance around his shoulder, quick and accurate to the point that it took him several breaths to realize what was going on. He was about to protest, move his hands away, when suddenly his eyes caught yours, still calm and crystal clear, and his mind went blank again. He didn’t struggle as the capelet that was part of his uniform was taken from its usual spot over his shoulder and tied tightly around his wrists, snug enough to keep him still but not tight enough to bruise. An experimental tug proved that the knot would hold, no matter how hard he tried to break free.
Not only were his hands pinned, he realized belatedly, but Satan could practically smell your shampoo. You were draped across his lap, arms on either side of his in an embrace as your hands worked to maneuver the knot out of his finger’s reach. “Wh-what do you think you’re doing?” He finally managed to choke out, each breath coming more labored as your chest pressed against his stomach and he was forced to spread his legs slightly to accommodate you moving into his space.
“Nothing terrible. It would just be inconvenient if you were to lose control of yourself.” Your laughter reached his ears after a moment, and in the pit of his stomach a reactionary flare of anger rose within him. You thought this was funny? Tricking him into being vunerable and then…! “I don’t do this for everyone, you know. I suppose that makes you rather special.”
Suddenly his train of thought was cut off as you pulled back, hands resting on his now separate knees and your head hovering just above his lap. All he could do is watch with wide eyes and swallow reflexively, his mind racing as he tried not to imagine where you could be going next, even as you slowly raised your body up, one hand trailing up under the buttons of his uniform, slowly popping them open one by one until his undershirt was clearly visible. Your other hand danced along the fine fabrics, moving to his shoulder and then to the back of his neck, keeping his head tilted down towards yours. He could feel every movement you made, hear every shift of the fabric as if it were deafening. He didn’t move at all, instead he kept his gaze solely on you until your other hand came to his throat.
The demon gasped slightly, as suddenly your lips were unbearably close to his. He could feel the warmth from your breaths as they puffed against his lips, your eyes were slightly closed behind fluttering lashes and if he could only lean forward slightly, he would be able to taste everything about you. But your hands kept him still, and he distantly wondered if you could hear or feel the blood rushing to his ears and farther south, you were that close. All Satan registered for a moment was a brief tightening and then a jarring looseness around his collar, and you pulled away with a satisfied smirk, leaving him wanting for a brief moment before he registered a shifting of silk between your fingers. “You… stole my tie?”
“I did. You’re not allowed to see.’ You announced with a smile, and suddenly your palms brushed against his cheeks, and he could see no more. Nothing but darkness greeted his gaze even as he blinked. He knew it wasn’t a spell, he could feel you tying his tie behind his head, occasionally getting a strand of hair caught in the knot, but the occasional sharp tug kept him grounded.
“Now… I have one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom, the Avatar of Wrath himself before me, completely bound… What should I do with you?” Your breath was warm on the shell of his ear, and Satan could almost imagine your tongue gently brushing it with each word as he felt your weight settle into his lap. Your hands carefully undid every button on his shirt, exposing his chest to the cool air of the library, warmed only by your touch and occasional candle. He gasped, falling back against the cushions from your sudden pushes, and felt the shoulder of his jacket slide from its place. Pride wouldn’t let him beg you for anything, but he was certain you could tell how much he needed you from his soft pants and the heat burning underneath the blindfold and across his cheeks.
As soon as you were there, you were suddenly gone, all the weight vanished, and the heat from your body went with it. “I think I might leave you to cool off for a little bit. After all, flirting with your student? I thought you’d be tutoring me tonight.”
“What?!” Satan demanded, suddenly struggling against his bindings, but they were too tight. He wouldn’t know it until much later, but they had been enchanted during the exchange, leaving him at your mercy whether he realized it or not. He couldn’t stop the growl that came out as he spoke, however, his need and desire demanding that you come back.
“It’s nothing, really. I’ll just be sure to come get you before they lock up for the night. And if I can’t, I know Lucifer will come looking for you!” Your flirtatious and victorious voice was already fading through the stacks, along with your footsteps, until Satan was left alone in cold, stunned silence, blush still painted on his face.
//send help I can’t help writing bratty and slightly dom!mc... this time Satan is our lovely victim and you know what I really need to write for my favs more bc damn this came out so quickly. Also its fun to imagine after hes freed Satan would find the most creative way to get back at the MC that did this lol
「Thirst」Satan has seen many books with small damsels and big men, he's read from eroticas to adventure books that have sex scenes or heavily implied sex. In the past, he's never really cared about it; either he'd skip it or use it to imagine a partner of his. And with being with another man now, he's more interested in... the damsels role. He will blushーwhile reading near youーthinking about you fucking him while he stands, his dick useless as you knock the air out of him and make his squeal. ー🍵
Hear me out— Small dick Satan😍
While reading near with him, you could just quietly smirk whether or not to do with the scenes in the book with him or either make him squirm in front of you knowing full well he knows you are reading it behind him
While he is in front of you, his mind will be foggy about what you do to him<3
