🩸 How They React to You Wanting to Peg Them 🩸
Contains: Pegging (duh), mentions of a strap, pathetic men, Asmo owns a collection of dildos, brat taming Belphie and Satan, dom!reader w/ sub!brothers, dom/sub dynamics, sir/ma’am/master, Beel is clueless, spanking (Belphie), biting (Asmo, Beel, Belphie), Levi kinda acts like a hentai protagonist on purpose, READER IS GN. NO PRONOUNS/GENITALIA ARE MENTIONED (only nipples and an ass), and others I may have missed
A/N: it was kinda hard to write the poly scenario, but I have to include it!! That’s my thanggg/ref
Lucifer would be initially stunned into silence when you first suggest pegging him.
His pride would make him hesitate, but beneath that composed exterior, he's secretly intrigued by the idea of relinquishing control to you.
He'd mask his interest with a raised eyebrow and a questioning gaze, asking "Are you certain this is what you desire?" while already considering the possibilities.
Once he agrees, Lucifer transforms from the commanding demon to a pliant partner.
His moans are low and guttural, completely different from his usual controlled speech.
He grips the sheets beneath him, knuckles turning white as he takes you.
His wings might occasionally flutter involuntarily with particularly deep thrusts, and he maintains eye contact with you, watching you dominate him with an expression of pure worship.
You enter Lucifer's study late one evening, finding him poring over documents as usual. "Lucifer," you begin, heart racing, "I have a proposition for you."
He looks up, crimson eyes narrowing slightly. "I'm listening."
You take a deep breath. "I want to peg you."
The silence stretches for what feels like an eternity. Lucifer sets down his quill, leaning back in his chair. "An... unusual request." He studies you carefully. "But not entirely unwelcome."
Later that night, Lucifer lies on his bed, stripped of his usual formal attire. You've prepared him thoroughly, fingers stretching him open as he pants beneath you. When you finally press the strap against his ass, he arches his back, a choked moan escaping his swollen lips.
"Look at me," you command, and his sharp eyes lock onto yours as you begin to move. Each thrust draws a new sounds from him that he didn’t even know he could make. His hands intertwine with yours, insisting you push deeper as his body trembles with pleasure.
"More," he finally gasps, voice ragged. "Please, my love."
When he finally cums, it's with a cry of your name, his body convulsing around the strap as he spills across his stomach. When he comes down from his high, he pulls you close, kissing you with a newfound intensity. "We must do this again," he murmurs against your lips. "Soon."
Mammon would absolutely freak out when you first suggest pegging him.
His face would turn beet red, and he'd start stammering and waving his hands around. "W-W-Wait a second! The Great Mammon? Ya want to... to me? But that's... that's not..."
Despite his protests, you'd notice the growing bulge in his pants betraying his genuine interest.
He'd eventually agree after you reassure him that it doesn't make him any less masculine or desirable.
Once you get started, Mammon becomes a whining, whimpering mess beneath you. He'd alternate between calling you "sir" or "ma'am" or “master” depending on your preference, his voice cracking with pure ecstasy.
He'd try to maintain some semblance of his ego, but fail miserably as you hit that spot inside him that makes him see stars.
His hands would grip the sheets or whatever they could grab on to, and he'd beg for more despite his embarrassment at enjoying it so much.
You find Mammon counting his grimm in his room when you approach him with your idea. His eyes widen as he accidentally drops a stack of bills. "Eh?! Ya want to do what to me? To The Great Mammon?! I can't let ya... I have to give back!”
"It’s for your pleasure," you say lovingly, and he visibly shudders at your tone.
Later that evening, Mammon lies face down on his bed, trembling slightly as you finger fuck his hole. "Please be gentle," he whispers into the pillow, his voice muffled.
As you slowly press the strap against his entrance, he cries out, his body tensing before relaxing with a long moan. "Oh fuck, treasure! Ss’good…”
You begin to move, and Mammon completely loses any remaining composure. "Yes, master/ma’am/sir! Mmmshfuhh ‘s too much!" he babbles, tears streaming down his flushed face as pleasure overwhelms him. His hips push back against you instinctively, seeking more friction.
As he cums, his body trembles as he spills onto the sheets beneath him. Afterward, he buries his face in your neck, embarrassed but satisfied. "Don't tell anyone about this, okay? Especially not my stupid brothers...“
Levi would completely short-circuit when you suggest pegging him.
His face would turn an impressive shade of purple as he'd start switching between his human and demon forms uncontrollably.
“W-W-W-WHAT?! B-But that's... I-I can't! I mean... I want to! But I can't! You'd think I'm gross and weird and..."
He'd be an absolute mess of contradictions, desperately wanting it but terrified of your judgment.
Levi would be in his demon form almost immediately once you start.
He'd be writhing and whining beneath you, completely overwhelmed by the sensations.
His tail would wrap tightly around your wrist or waist, anchoring himself as you thrust into him.
He'd babble incoherently, focused entirely on the physical sensations. "Ohhh! ‘S shoo deep! Hah…! Please, more! I've never felt anything like this! ‘S sshoo good… can’t.. can't handle it…” He'd probably cry from how good it feels, tears streaming down his face as he begs for more.
You find Levi in his room, surrounded by gaming equipment. When you mention wanting to fuck him, he drops his controller, his eyes widening. "E-Eh?! You want to... to me? But I'm not... you’ll think I’m disgusting and and…!"
"No I won’t, my love. You know I’d never think that about you," you assure him, watching him tremble with anticipation.
Later that night, Levi is already in his demon form by the time you enter his room, his tail twitching nervously. "I-I've never done this before," he stammers, avoiding eye contact.
As you scissor him open, he whines and squirms, already overwhelmed. When you finally enter him, he cries out, his tail immediately wrapping around your waist. "Ohhh! ‘S... ‘s inside me! Mm… can feel it s’ deep! ‘S... ‘s too much!"
You begin to move, and Levi completely loses it. “‘s too much! Feels s’ good! Don't stop! Please don't ever stop! I'll do anything! Just please keep going!
He screams your name as his cocks spew pearly liquids onto the sheets. After, he clings to you, still in demon form, his tail wrapped possessively around your leg. "Can... can we do that again? Soon? Please? I've never felt anything that good in my entire life!"
Satan would try to maintain his composure when you first suggest pegging him, but you'd see the flicker of interest in his green eyes.
He'd cross his arms and raise an eyebrow, attempting to appear analytical rather than eager. "An interesting idea," he'd say, though you'd notice him swallowing nervously. "I suppose we could experiment... for research purposes."
He'd never admit how much the idea of relinquishing control excites him.
Once you're inside him, Satan's carefully constructed composure shatters completely.
He'd bury his face in a pillow or his arms to hide his blush and the tears of pleasure gathering in his eyes.
His horns are incredibly sensitive, trembling with each thrust. When you accidentally brush against them, he'd gasp loudly, his body arching involuntarily.
He'd try to muffle his moans but fail miserably, instead letting out choked whimpers that betray how much he's enjoying it.
His tail would wrap around your leg, holding you close as he pushes back against you.
You approach Satan in the library where he's reading. "I have something I want to try with you," you say, watching him carefully.
He looks up from his book, marking his page. "And what might that be?" he asks, though his tail gives away his interest with a slight twitch.
When you explain your desires, Satan's face flushes. "I... suppose we could," he manages, though he avoids eye contact.
Later that night, Satan lies on his bed, face buried in his arms as you prepare him. "Just... be gentle," he mumbles, voice muffled.
As you slowly press the strap against his entrance, he gasps, his body tensing before relaxing with a long moan. "Oh... that's... different..."
You begin to move, and Satan completely loses his composure. "Please don't stop," he begs, voice muffled by the pillow. "It feels... s’ good..."
His horns tremble with each thrust, and when you accidentally brush against one, he cries out, his body arching. "Right there! Please! Again!"
When you finally touch his horns deliberately while thrusting deep inside him, Satan cums with a choked sob. Afterward, he refuses to look at you, hiding his face in your chest. "Don't tell anyone about this," he whispers.
Asmodeus would be absolutely delighted when you suggest pegging him!
His eyes would light up with excitement, and he'd practically bounce on his heels. "Oh, darling! Finally! Someone who appreciates the finer things in life!"
He'd immediately start rifling through his collection, dismissing his usual toys with a flick of his wrist. "No, no, those are far too common for such an occasion with you! We'll need something... special. Something that will make me feel every exquisite inch of you."
Asmo would be a vocal, writhing mess from the moment you start.
He'd push back against you shamelessly, demanding more. "Harder, darling! Don't be shy!"
He'd love it when you grab his hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck.
When you bite him, he'd cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, his body arching beautifully.
He'd praise you constantly between moans. "Yes! Just like that! Mark me as yours! Show everyone who I belong to!" His demon form might emerge partially, his wings fanning out in ecstasy.
You find Asmo admiring himself in his full-length mirror when you approach him with your idea. He turns to you with a gasp of delight. "Oh, you wicked thing! I knew there was a reason I adored you!"
He immediately leads you to his closet, revealing an impressive collection of toys. "But these simply won't do," he says, dismissing them all. "For you, my love, only this will suffice." He pulls out a large, intricately designed dildo in a deep purple color. "Obsidian carved with pleasure runes. Rare, exquisite, and absolutely divine. Let me know if you ever want to borrow it, you pervert!”
Later that night, Asmo lies on his bed, already writhing in anticipation. "Please, darling, don't make me wait," he begs, his voice breathy.
As you prepare him, he pushes back against your fingers shamelessly. "More! I can take more! I want to feel you stretching me wide open!"
When you finally press the obsidian dildo against his entrance, he cries out, his body arching beautifully. "Oh yes! That's it! Deeper!"
You begin to move, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back. "Take it. Fucking take it.”
"Yes! Yes! Use me! Make me yours!" he cries out as you bite his shoulder, hard enough to leave marks.
He cums with a pretty moan you’ve heard spill from his lips before. Afterward, he pulls you close, admiring the bite marks in the mirror. "Darling, that was absolutely divine! We must do this again soon! Perhaps tomorrow? I have a few other rare pieces I think you'd enjoy..."
Beel would be completely confused when you first mention pegging.
He'd tilt his head, his expression genuinely puzzled. "Pegging? Is that... a type of food?" Once you explain what it actually is, he'd consider it for a moment before nodding slowly.
"Oh. So... you want to put something inside me? Like... how I put my cock inside you? Okay. If it makes you happy, I'll try it." He'd be completely unfazed by the idea, more curious about whether it would feel good than concerned about any stigma.
Beel would be surprisingly receptive once you start. He'd be vocal about what feels good, his deep voice rumbling with pleasure.
“Oh... that's... nice," he'd moan as you find the right angle.
He'd love it when you praise him, responding with renewed enthusiasm. "Am I being good? Should I move like this?"
He'd be surprisingly responsive to biting, his body arching when you sink your teeth into his shoulder. His large hands would grip your hips or the sheets, holding on tight as he takes you.
You approach Beel while he's snacking in the kitchen. "Beel, I have something I want to try with you," you say, watching him carefully.
He looks up from his food, mouth full. "Is it edible?" he asks, swallowing.
When you explain your desires, Beel considers it for a moment. "Oh. So you want to be inside me? Like how I'm inside you sometimes? Okay. If it makes you happy, I'll try it. But can I eat after? I'm getting hungry."
Later that night, Beel lies on his bed, watching you curiously as you prepare. "Will it feel good?" he asks, his large cock already hardening in anticipation.
As you slowly press the strap against his entrance, he gasps, his body tensing before relaxing with a long moan. "Oh... that's... different... but good..."
You begin to move, and Beel responds with enthusiasm. "Like this?" he asks, pushing back against you experimentally. "Is this good?"
"You're being so good for me, Beel," you praise, and he beams at your words, his movements becoming more confident.
When you bite his shoulder, he cries out, his body arching. "Oh! That... that feels good too… please do that again.”
As you continue to thrust into him, his large cock leaks against his stomach. "I'm... I'm close," he gasps. "Is it okay if I cum?"
He cums with a deep groan, reddened mushroom tip hitting his toned stomach. Afterward, he pulls you close, nuzzling against your neck. "That was... really good," he admits. "Can we do that again? Maybe after I get a snack?"
Belphie would be initially unimpressed when you suggest pegging him, letting out a dramatic sigh. "Do I have to move? Can't you just ride me instead?"
He'd pretend to be annoyed, but you'd see the flicker of interest in his violet eyes. "Fine," he'd say with exaggerated reluctance. "But if I fall asleep, it's your fault."
He'd secretly love the idea of you taking control, even if he'd never admit it willingly.
Once you're inside him, Belphie's pushing back against you deliberately, testing your limits.
"Is that all you've got?" he'd taunt, though his voice would betray his arousal.
He'd love it when you punish him: spanking him hard enough to leave marks, yanking his hair, biting his neck until he cries out.
He'd grip his favorite pillow for dear life as you shove his head into the attic bed, his muffled moans of pleasure mixing with his protests. "Harder! Don’t be fucking weak."
You find Belphie napping in the attic when you approach him with your proposition. He cracks open one eye, sighing dramatically. "Do I have to? I'm comfortable here."
“You'll like it," you assure him, and he considers it for a moment before shrugging.
"Fine," he says with exaggerated reluctance. "But this better be worth waking up for."
Later that night, Belphie lies on his side in the attic bed, already gripping his favorite pillow. "Hurry up before I fall asleep," he grumbles.
As you prepare him, he pushes back against your fingers deliberately. "Is that supposed to feel good? Because I'm not impressed."
When you finally enter him, he gasps, his body tensing before relaxing with a long moan. "Oh... okay... that's... not bad..."
You begin to move, and Belphie's bratty attitude emerges full force. "Is that all you've got?" he taunts, pushing back against you. "I've felt better from Solomon’s cooking."
In response, you yank his hair, shoving his face into the mattress as you spank him hard. "Behave," you growl, and he whimpers in response.
"Fuck! Too much!" he cries out as you bite his shoulder, hard enough to leave marks. "Toomuchtoomuchtoomuch!"
He screams in his pillow at the intensity of his orgasm, clenching onto whatever ego he had left. Afterward, he clings to you, his body trembling. "Okay," he admits quietly. "That was... better than I expected. Next time, we need to do it at an earlier time, before my nap."
When you suggest pegging all seven brothers at once, the reactions are predictably varied.
Lucifer raises an eyebrow, intrigued by the challenge. Mammon flushes bright red but agrees immediately when he realizes the others are participating. Levi short-circuits at the idea but nods enthusiastically. Satan tries to appear composed but can't hide his interest. Asmo squeals with delight, already planning which toys to use. Beel is confused but willing. Belphie pretends to be uninterested but secretly loves the idea.
The brothers work together to prepare you, their hands exploring your body as they get you ready.
Asmo directs them with expert precision, positioning you on your hands and knees with pillows supporting your weight.
“We need to make sure our darling is comfortable before we begin," he says, adjusting your position.
Lucifer kneels before you, his fingers teasing your nipples as Satan and Beel attend to your other needs.
Mammon and Levi position themselves on either side, their hands stroking your skin as Belphie lies beneath you, his breath warm against your most sensitive areas.
As you enter each brother in turn, they respond differently but all with overwhelming pleasure.
Lucifer maintains his composure longest, but even he breaks when you thrust deep inside him, his moans mingling with the others.
Mammon whines and whimpers, calling you "sir/ma'am/master” between gasps.
Levi writhes beneath you, his tail wrapping around your thigh as he begs for more.
Satan hides his face, his horns trembling with pleasure.
Asmo pushes back shamelessly, demanding harder and deeper.
Beel rumbles with satisfaction, his large hands gripping your hips.
Belphie grips his pillow, his muffled moans of pleasure mixing with his protests.
As you move between them, the brothers work together to pleasure you in return.
Hands and mouths explore your body, bringing you to the edge again and again.
When you’re finished, they surround you, their bodies tangled together in a heap of satisfied limbs and contented sighs. "We should do this again," Asmo purrs, and the others murmur their agreement, already anticipating your next encounter.
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