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Masochist MC x Lucifer

Woo, I actually made something for once!

Warnings -- Mature, Restraints, Whips, Pain, Pleasure, implied suspension.

Other warnings -- Not proofread for errors. I want to care, but I'm also starving, soooo...

It should be fine.

Minors DNI

“MAAAAAAAAAMMOOOOOON!!”

You were in your room watching DevilTube when you heard Lucifer shout through the house. I wonder what he did this time..? You stood, throwing your phone on the bed and wandering towards the brothers' voices.

“C'mon! You've helped me before, what's wrong with one more time? I won't do it again, promise!” Mammon sounded desperate.

You heard Asmodeus huff, “That's what you've said the past 300 years! I am NOT helping you this time, my poor hands would get wrinkled. No. Thank. You.”

You turned the corner and locked eyes with Mammon, who used you as a meat shield like usual.

“MC will help me, right?” Mammon cried behind you, “You'd have the honour to help The Great Mammon after all.”

You sighed, wondering what you were getting into. “Of course I'll help you Mammon. I always do, don't I? What are we doing this time?”

“No.” Lucifer's voice was harsh, and your eyes met his. “Mammon will clean up his mess alone this time. He will work for free, and pay for anything he eats. Then, when he's done, he will report to me immediately for further punishment.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose and waved Mammon away.

Surprisingly Mammon left, shoulders slumped. The rest of the brothers left one by one, leaving you alone with Lucifer.

“What did he do this time, Lucifer?” You cocked your head, thinking about seeing Mammon strung up later. It made a twisted jealousy form a knot in your stomach.

“He was caught selling things from Ristorante Six. Tablecloths, decor, utensils...” Lucifer shook his head, and sighed. “Sometimes I think he likes it when I punish him. I'll have to come up with something harsher for tonight. Perhaps he'll begin to be--”

You couldn't help yourself, “Punish me instead.” you blurted out, surprising you both as you stared at each other. You looked away, a fierce blush creeping across your face.

“Excuse me? MC, did I hear you correctly?” Lucifer took a step towards you and lifted your chin so you were face to face again. “Say it again.”

“I-I... Punish me instead. Maybe Mammon will behave if he knows that I will be the one taking the punishments.” Your face was red now, but your voice never wavered. “Don't go easy on me either.. Punish me like you would punish him. Whip me, and tie me up, make me into a chandelier while you and your brothers eat dinner.” Just the thought alone was enough to heat you up.

“And why should I do that, MC?” Lucifer was smirking, one eyebrow raised. He was toying with you on purpose.

You took a deep breath in, held it for a moment, then spoke, “Because I'm a masochist. Every time I hear one of them being punished, I would imagine it being me. To be degraded, humiliated, abused and hung like furniture...”

You were in Lucifer's room before you finished explaining it to him. You saw him smirk as he turned away from you and walked to his closet. When he turned back, you saw the whip he held.

“Come here.” It was a command, and you followed it. Lucifer smiled, “Good human. At least someone in this house will do as they're told. Now, I will give you the colour system for safe words, is that acceptable? Explain it to me so I know we both understand.”

“Yes, Lucifer.” You smiled back to him. It felt like a dream. “Green means I am good to continue. Red means stop, and it is over. Yellow means that I don't want to end, but I need something. Further communication is required.”

He nodded, “Very well. Then to begin, I'd like you to take off your RAD uniform. Set it here.” He pointed to a stool inside his closet. “You may leave your underclothing on, but the uniform is tailored to you. I would hate to have you miss classes because of this.”

Without a word you stepped past him and removed your school uniform, folding it on the stool. You stood in your underclothes, that blasted blush creeping back across your face.

Lucifer closed the doors to his closet, instructing you to stand facing the doors. “Good. Spread your legs for me, now.” As you did, he knelt to attach cuffs to your ankles. Each one was connected to a short chain bolted to the back of the door. “I don't bother doing this for Mammon, but I won't go easy on you. I don't want to seriously injure you if you squirm at the wrong time.” He ran his hands up your sides, and down your arms to your wrists. “Colour?” He raised your arms above your head to attach another pair of cuffs to the top of the door

You were breathing heavily. “Green.” Never in a million years did you think that you would obtain this sort of attention.

He stepped back from you, and you could hear him swing the whip a few times in practice.“Then we will begin. I will start with ten. You will count. If I don't hear you, or you miss a number, we go back to one. I will warn you only once if I cannot hear you. Are you ready?” His voice was distant, a cold professionalism running through it.

“Yes Lucifer.” You rested your head against the door, and closed your eyes, listening for the sound of the air splitting.

CRACK!

It stung more than you expected, and you gasped out in shock. “One.” You could feel a warmth blossom in your core, and your back.

CRACK!

You cried out, not expecting another blow to come so quickly. “Two.”

CRACK!

Panting for breath now, your entire body was on fire. “Three.”

CRACK!

It stung so badly, this is the bliss you were looking for. You couldn't help yourself, moaning, “Lucifer... Four...”

You heard the click of his shoes against the polished wooden floorboards, and felt his gloved hands against your body, slowly roaming. “Colour?”

“Green.” Your head lolled back against him as one of his hands wrapped lightly around your neck.

“Good. It seems like you're enjoying this, MC.” He chuckled.

He stepped away from you again, and you whined in protest.

CRACK!

Another moan of his name. “Lucifer..”

He never heard a voice so sweet. It made him want. He wanted this, you, moaning his name. He wanted to take you, hide you from the world, you were his. Instead, he readied for another swing, smiling. “I didn't hear you, dove.”

“I” You hesitated, voice full of lust, “I don't remember, I'm sorry.”

“Then we will have to start over.” He chastised you. “Now it will be fifteen, Understood?”

“Ye--”

CRACK!

You weren't expecting it, and your knees buckled. “One.” You straitened up waiting for the next.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

You screamed, unable to maintain your composure, or control your body as an orgasm ripped through you, staining your clothes. You heard a thunk as something fell to the floor, and Lucifer's hands were on you, holding you up, undoing the restraints.

“MC? Are you alright?” He looked at you, and his concern fizzled away into a cocky smirk. “You certainly seem to be fine. Color?”

“Green.” You said shakily as you regained some control over yourself. “Two, three, four.” You smiled to him.

He chuckled, “Very good, MC. Now, if you wish to be hung above the table for dinner, I should tie you up now. Usually I wouldn't do this, but it's my turn to make dinner tonight. If you are still okay after dinner is cleaned up and over, I will finish your punishment.” He removed the cuffs from your ankles first, then your wrists.

“I think I'll need to change first, please.” You said, looking away from him.

“That is out of the question. This is a punishment after all. Now everyone will know,” He lowered his voice, a possessive growl as he continued, “Just how excited you got from being tied up and whipped by me.” He licked his lips, looking at you like cornered prey. “Understood?”

“Yes, Lucifer” you whispered.

hi reems just saw ur new event!! so, may I request K & L with luci? thank you in advance love! :)) I already know these are gonna be amazing-

Hi love!!! Hope you enjoy :) and thank you so much :’)

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

-Sir kink

Lucifer didn’t really know he had this one but he did like it when his brothers or lower rank demons referred to him as sir out of a respect. But when you said it, everything changed. Though you were only joking around with him, he felt a flush run to his face…and maybe a little blood went south too. So the next time you’re in his bed, you best believe he’ll make you call him Sir. But you won’t just be saying it. He’ll make you scream it.

-Rigging

Lucifer is very good with a rope, that was evident by how much he strung Mammon up to the ceiling as punishment. And when you’re a naughty brat, he’ll do the same to you, although he’d make it more fun. He likes to tie you into the crab position with red rope that looks so beautiful as it digs into your skin before hanging you from the ceiling, making you perfectly available to be used by him in any way he wants.

-Praise

Contrary to popular belief, Lucifer loves to tell you when you’ve done well for him. He doesn’t like to degrade you (unless you want him to or you’ve been bad enough to deserve it) and would much rather tell you how good you are for him. He likes to see how you blush when he casually calls you a good girl, purposefully doing it in front of his brothers so it’s easy for them to see just who you’re weak for.

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

In his private study. Your skin lit with an orange hue of candle light, a record playing in the background, and the notion that nobody would disturb him as he brings you to heaven (despite being in hell) with his cock. Plus, your ass just looks so beautiful bent over his desk.

Check the Event Information to send a request of your own

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Listen, I don't normally make request or ask stuff; I usually just somehow find it but this is something I haven't found nor have the skill to write soo....

I see you have nothing on Diavolo and will do monsterfucking..... How would you feel if I suggested, monsterfucking & Diavolo?

You don't have to if you don't want, tbh. I just like your writing style; so I wanted to ask you.

~🥑

Kink prompt ask game!

Aw thank you! <33 I’m still fairly new to writing NSFW so I appreciate it 🥹 and YES YOU READ MY MIND WITH THIS SCENARIO‼️‼️

CW: NSFW (minors dni), AFAB reader, (mentions of pussy and clit- but no pronouns mentioned), language, monsterfucking, slight size kink if you squint

You should have been intimidated at his size, but Diavolo has always a gentle lover, and you never felt that he would hurt you. Even at all of the times you two would have sex, he always made sure to be careful, asking if you were okay and making sure you were never uncomfortable.

But it was just something so different whenever he’s in his demon form.

Maybe it’s because you’ve only seen it a handful of times- but each time you did, you felt yourself growing hot and your pussy throbbing. He just oozed so much power in that form, so much dominance, that it had you rubbing your thighs together.

So when you asked him to have sex in his demon form, he was a little hesitant to go through with it- he already towers over you now and has to restrain himself from using all of his strength, what if he accidentally hurts you?

But you reassure your trust in him, telling him that you know he would never hurt you.

Maybe that was the little push he needed.

Because you soon found yourself moaning as Diavolo thrusted his thick cock inside you.

Your mind was hazy as he folded you in half, going even deeper as you continued to cry out. You couldn’t even form a coherent thought when you felt his clawed fingers rub at your clit.

“P-please Di-ah! Please-“ you babbled on, mind going blank as Diavolo bent down to kiss you, swallowing your moans. God, he felt so big inside you, your breath catching with every thrust. You wondered if his girth was thicker in this form. You were seeing stars especially if he kept hitting that one spot-

Diavolo broke apart from your lips, chuckling at your dazed expression. He’s seen your face twisted in pleasure many times before, but seeing you with drool trailing down your chin and your eyes clouded with pure bliss, it only made him want to take you more. To claim you, mark you as his, corrupt you-

“Look at how well you’re taking me.” He pressed his hand down on your stomach, and you practically sobbed when you saw the bulge. Diavolo hissed when he felt your warm walls clench around him, but it didn’t stop his hips from slamming into you. “You’re doing so well MC.” And with how tight you’re squeezing him, you must be getting close.

“Ple-please Diavolo!”

“Please what?” His hips snapped against yours, “Tell me what you want.” He started slowing down his movements, and you whined in protest, wiggling your hips.

“I wanna cum Dia! Please letmecum-“

You were gripping the bedsheets when your trembling hands grabbed at his curled horns to pull him closer- and he snarled, thrusting harder as his wings flared behind him.

It was as if a switch flipped inside him, because he lifted you up and you took his entire length in a single drop, a cry tearing from your throat as you finally came.

But even through your toe-curling orgasm, Diavolo didn’t stop thrusting, fucking you to chase his own pleasure. Your walls wouldn’t stop clenching around him, and he growled out curses as your eyes rolled up, body trembling from overstimulation. Your eyes teared up and you felt your mixed fluids coating your thighs- but there was no sign of him slowing down.

Then you felt him grow inside you- his girth becoming even thicker than before, and you found yourself face down on the bed as he never lost his momentum.

Your mind was completely broken, mouth open in a silent scream as you felt another orgasm approaching, the warm coil inside growing hotter and hotter, threatening to snap at any second. You felt all of him so clearly, the delicate ridges that decorated his cock giving you indescribable amounts of pleasure.

And he must have been close as well, because he went faster, leaving you breathless. Your words slurred together, but Diavolo didn’t miss a moment in torturing teasing you. “I can’t understand what you’re asking me MC- you need to ask me-“, another hard thrust shook you to your core. “-properly.”

“I-I want-“

“To what?” He practically snarled in your ear, hips snapping harder and cock reaching even deeper.

“I want to cum Diavolo!”

“Then cum with me MC.”

With his words, a wail escaped you as his hips finally stuttered and a growl left his lips. You felt something hot shoot inside you, his cum filling you quickly and to the brim. You body jolted with aftershocks as he slowly moved his hips with each spurt, biting down on your shoulder and softly kissing it afterwards.

When Diavolo did pull his cock out, the ridges had you shuddering against him, whining when you felt his cum spilling out all at once. It wouldn’t stop pouring out of you, and you hissed when you felt Diavolo push his thick fingers inside of your pussy.

“Ah, we can’t have you making a mess.” And you moaned when you started to gently finger you, taking them out and pushing them against your open lips. You licked them clean as you gazed into his narrowed, golden eyes. You felt yourself growing wet all over again, ready to take his thick cock inside of you once more.

“Apologies in advance, my love. I’m not able to control myself anymore.”

You definitely won’t be walk straight tomorrow- or the next few days from the way his curved cock twitched against his navel.

While fucking Lucifer, the main goal is to make him so fucked out

I'm talking

His eyes being rolled back with his mouth agape and drooling. His chest heaving, only letting out tiny whimpers as he squeezes the sheets in his fist.

To leave his legs shivering and hips twitching in the afterglow of how hard he came aauggh

I am thinking so hard about ruining Lucifer, he deserves to have all the stress fucked right out of his body ♡

Gaaahhh

Just imagine

You're laying flat on your stomach, arms by your sides and Lucifer is pounding into you. Using your arms to keep you down as he just ruins your pliant body as his own personal fleshlight.

And when he finishes, Lucifer slowly pulls out and watches his cum leak out of your wrecked hole and onto the sheets.

Uygshhh just getting pinned down by big demon man for his own pleasure is making me dizzy @^@

୨୧ # C.WARMING HEADCANONS 

feat. solomon x gn!mc | barbatos x gn!mc | simeon x gn!mc contents.  reader's body is not specified! , cockwarming, pet name usage! (my love), very soft u_u, exhib for sol if you squint, sub!mc, these guys are very touchy lol genre. headcanons/drabbles, smut words. 1367 note. I'm back !! sorry for disappearing for a while, got busy yada yada. have something that's surprisingly not JUST solomonzjzjzjz enjoy&lt;3

solomon. 𖦹

Solomon is an asshole, plain and simple. He loves doing things that'll rile you up. He loves watching you squirm under his gaze in embarrassment. Adores it when his words and especially his actions make you so nervous. It's adorable to him. He makes a game out of it.

So it's no wonder he'd suggest something so lewd. Only something like this would come out of his perverse mind. Though, you guess you're not any better nor innocent since you agreed to it— the idea of doing something so indecent in public is thrilling.

Solomon had proposed an idea to take you to one of the more empty classrooms that only get used sometimes and are locked most of the time. Sol loves mischief. It was easy for him to sneak into these rooms without anyone noticing. You wouldn't be so nervous about it if it were that alone.

Instead, Solomon had proposed a "fun" game, have you sit on his cock while he teases you— if you can get through it without letting out any moans or whines, he'll fuck you nicely<3. You'd be lying if your insides didn't get all fluttery at the idea of Solomon pounding into you with his fingers shoved into your mouth, trying to keep you quiet; it was too much of a tempting offer to decline.

So here you are, sitting on the empty teacher's chair on Solomon's lap. His cock buried deep into you with no movement besides the occasional twitch of him inside you. Solomon's lips lightly ghosted over your skin as his cold hands traced over your body. Your shirt was unbuttoned, and your pants and underwear were discarded onto the floor.

Solomon kissed your chest, his mouth finding your nipples and lightly sucking on it while his hand played with the other. His hands massaged your inner thighs, occasionally stroking his fingers against your sex. All the while, you had to bite your lip and endure as much as possible without a single moan— it was a bit of a struggle; you couldn't exactly help but move and wiggle your hips a little against Sol, who just smiled and firmly held onto your hips to keep you straddled down. Your breathing was uneven and heavy; you kept pulling Solomon into kisses to keep yourself from making any real noise.

Solomon was getting a kick out of this. He enjoyed being so close to you and could feel all of you— how warm you were, how soft your skin was, your breath against his skin when you kissed him. God, he loved you so much it was taking everything in him to not take you right here and there. You were also testing his patience, but soon enough, it'll pay off for both of you. He leans in closer to kiss your temple before whispering,

"You're being so good for me, my love. I'll be sure to reward you, okay?"

barbatos. 𖦹

Barbatos took pleasure in teasing you from time to time. With how much work he does daily, he forgets just how cute you look when you’re fidgeting under him.

Barbatos misses you dearly throughout the day. His only solace is knowing you’re waiting to come over to the castle in what seems to be the dead of night for the devildom. He’d come to the house of lamentation to escort you back himself, his hands never leaving the small of your back. Barbatos keeps you close. You can sense the longing and desire of him.

When you’re finally in the privacy of one of the extra bedrooms you frequent together, Barbatos offers to cuddle with you since that’s something you enjoy doing with him. Though. You had something a little different on your mind.

Hearing your idea, Barbatos simply chuckles to himself before saying,

“Oh, of course.” a pleasant smile forms on his lips, “I’ll take good care of you tonight, mc.”

Rarely does Barbatos ever find himself in such a sorry state. He was left in only his green button-up, with a few buttons undone. Barb's tie was discarded onto the floor; pants only tugged down to give enough room for you to sink onto his cock. Barbatos buried his face into the crook of your neck, leaving soft kisses as he trailed to your lips.

His hands gently caressed your bare skin. Barbatos was warm, comforting even– strange for a powerful demon such as himself. Yet, something about the care he poured into the moments he could be intimate with you was enough to overwhelm you. He’d whisper sweet words in your ear, telling you how much he missed your touch, scent, and everything about you. Your very being didn’t escape his mind once throughout his long day.

Barbatos is a man of restraint. He can easily contain his excitement, but Barbatos struggles a little in moments like these to keep himself from moving. He wants you to feel his adoration, his love, every part of him. Instead, his hands find your hips and pull you in even closer, as if trying to meld your bodies together into one being. You sigh out of pleasure when you feel him even deeper inside you.

When you press kisses all over his face, he lets you. When your hands help him out of his shirt, he lets you. When he feels you moving against him, trying to get any friction, he allows you. Barbatos can’t help the smile on his face, nor can he help that look of pure love blossoming in his eyes. Deep down, he knew sitting still like this was out of the question for you; he knew you good enough to know you’d crack eventually and silently beg for him.

Who is Barbatos to deny you? With a chaste kiss to the lips, Barbatos gently guides you onto your back, his hips finding rhythm against yours.

Simeon 𖦹

Simeon’s nothing but a gentle lover. Every intimate moment shared with him is treated with delicacy on his part; he treats you like you’re the most precious thing he holds near and dear to his heart– which he does.

Simeon loves caring for you afterward; he’s attentive to your needs. Sometimes, though, he’ll take a little bit more time before he’ll break away from you to get you anything you might want. Water, snacks, a bath– anything really, but first, Simeon intends to hold you close.

Any ‘warming’ done with him is purely accidental and in the spur of the moment. It almost always happens right after the act itself. Simeon pulls you closer, having you lay on top of him while his arms wrap around you.

He presses kisses to the top of your head, small I love you slipping past his lips between each kiss. You can feel him have a semi inside you; he finds it quite embarrassing, but if you move and nudge him lightly, you may be able to incite him for another round.

If it’s not after, then it’s definitely during cuddling. Though you’ll mostly initiate that. All you have to do is whisper into Simeon’s ear,

“Simeon…I want to feel you. More of you, please?” with pleading eyes that Simeon could never resist.

Simeon likes facing you when cuddling, so doing this felt much more intimate than actually fucking (lol). Once he’s inside you, he becomes so bashful at it. He smiles a lot, kissing you a bunch.

The back of your hand, each knuckle, cheek kisses that’ll trail up to your forehead and down to your lips. Kiss him back, and you’ll hear the prettiest sighs and hums from him.

Play with his hair during this, too; if you want to see him melt, you feel incredibly soft despite what you’re doing. Any moment with Simeon will have you like this, but something about being so close to him makes your head spin.

It must be the same for Simeon because he can’t help but mutter words of sentimentality.

“being able to do something like this…especially with someone like you, I..” Simeon pauses before chuckling, his hand reaching up to caress your cheek. “mc, I love you dearly. That’s all I’m trying to say.”

thank you for reading, rbs appreciated&lt;3    m.list

MORE, PLEASE, ALWAYS, FOREVER

pairing ༄ simeon x gn!reader

warnings ༄ minors: please do not interact! i will block you. suggestive content, religious/sacrilegious imagery, corruption, manipulation, dubious consent, drugging. simeon calls reader “little one” and “darling.” please let me know if i’m missing anything!

word count ༄ 771

notes ༄ this is my first time posting my writing, so please be kind! this drabble is darker than what i usually write; i’ve just been thinking about simeon and corruption for months… i have fluffier pieces in the works, i promise! <3

“but s-simeon,” you whispered, afraid to raise your voice lest desire drip from each syllable—as if the angel couldn’t see your trembling thighs or the glint of hunger in your gaze. your skin glowed, he observed, all dewy with want; he had never seen anything so beautiful, so vulnerable. your chest heaved as though you couldn’t catch your breath. “you’re an angel.”

“yes?” he hummed, trying not to sound too eager—all while his blood sang for you.

your tongue wetly floundered for a response, brain unable to comprehend anything other than the fierce fire that licked at your very core. oh, if he did not relish your sputtering, dumb state. you hung onto his every word as if he would lead you to salvation.

that’s what angels were created for, right?

“angels, humans, demons—we all have more in common than you think. we all have similar urges, similar needs,” simeon stated, lithe fingers traveling down your sides to dig into the soft flesh of your hips, forcing a breathy sigh from your lips. shame would have eaten you alive had it not been for your desperation.

“but you humans are rather self-centered, no?” he asked with an experimental squeeze that had your eyes fluttering dreamily. “you assume that your corrupted moral compass applies to the other two realms.”

you shivered as simeon leaned so close that you could smell the sweetness—caramel?—that clung to his skin. his lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “angels, as god’s chosen creatures, are encouraged to love deeply.” his fingertips grazed your belly as you swallowed thickly. his hot breath melted your resolve while his thinly-veiled words had your nerves thrumming in anticipation.

patience was a virtue that simeon usually embodied, but the thrill you inspired within him was cracking his restraint. he couldn’t help but push: push himself, push you. he needed to hear you to say it.

he gently cradled your chin between his thumb and forefinger, angling your face to meet his expectant gaze. if you had been in the right state of mind, perhaps you would have noticed how his azure irises were unusually dark, pools of midnight you could drown in.

the smile that tugged at his lips was almost wicked as he probed, “what do you need, little one? tell me.”

the endearment fell on deaf ears as you leaned into simeon’s grasp like a simpering pet. your eyes flickered down to his lips instead of answering his question, biting down on your own almost hard enough to draw blood.

“ah ah,” he chided, pinching your chin, still a hair’s breadth from your face.

you looked like a wounded animal for a moment, eyes wide and shimmering, staring down the barrel of a hunter’s gun. you tried to wriggle from his grasp in embarrassment.

the angel’s grip was unyielding, though. he was certain there would be bruises on your tender flesh come morning—the thought only heightened his arousal. his honeyed chuckle, like a potent sedative, lulled your movements.

“as much as i appreciate your enthusiasm,” simeon said with featherlight strokes to your burning cheek, “i need you to use your words, darling.”

you whimpered in response. your brain was fried, incapable of intelligent thought. all you could do was feel and act—instinct usurping rationale—more animal than human. all you could muster was a breathy and pathetic “please,” punctuated by the unshed tears that sparkled in your eyes.

“please what?” he cooed with faux sympathy. his free hand skimmed down the slope of your shoulder and the curve of your arm to ultimately settle on the fat of your thigh. the movement caused a tremor to ricochet through your body.

he looked at you like he wanted to devour you, to pick your bones clean, to consume you so wholly that not even your soul remained. and maybe it should have frightened you. but all you wanted was to lay yourself bare and let the angel feast on you until there was nothing left.

“i need you, simeon,” you finally breathed, soft as a prayer.

as soon as the words left your bruised lips, he lifted you onto his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist. you exhaled a warbled moan when he dipped down to scrape his teeth against the column of your throat. “that wasn’t so difficult, was it?” he murmured into your skin.

you were too far gone to answer—not that simeon cared. he finally had you where he wanted you, writhing and whining prettily. he made a mental note to thank solomon for the spell that had his little human begging for more, please, always, forever.

🔮 summary: simeon asks to do something to you ♡

⚠️ warnings: suggestive content!

The desk hits your lower back, and faintly you feel a hint of pain, but it's washed away by the heat from Simeon's body pressed against yours and the daze of pleasure that's coursing through your veins.

His hands are all over you; wrapped lightly around your neck, your shoulders, caressing the front of your shirt. You gasp into his mouth when he finds your nipples, lightly pinching them.

"Sorry!" He whispers against your lips, but by the cheeky smile you can practically hear in his voice, you don't think he feels that bad about it. He does relent, however, and moves them down to your hips, digging in his fingertips and yanking them even closer to his own. He has to momentarily lift you up to get them to meet his and he uses the opportunity to set you on his desk, scattering the papers he's ever so neatly organized and sending them flying to the floor.

You panic for a second, hoping the ink from whatever he was writing when you walked in had dried, but Simeon insists on pressing his tongue to the roof of your mouth and ever so slowly dragging it back into his, making your mind short circuit with pleasure. You relax further, deeper, hungier into his kiss, trying to pull him as close as you can.

He laughs, breaking the kiss, and you find yourself gasping for air. "Angels don't need to breath?" You pant out, gazing into those cerulean pools he calls eyes.

"Technically, no," he answers. He has the same grin on that you're used to seeing, but with you, it looks so much more... mischievous.

"I could think of some uses for that." He laughs again, like a silver bell ringing through an empty church, lifting his hand up to trace your nose to where it meets your lips. He leans in to kiss you, letting his hand fall to the desk, when he hits something metallic and cylindrical that rolls across the desk.

You both turn towards the noise, finding it to be Simeon's quill. He leans over to pick it up before it rolls off the desk, getting strangely quiet as he focuses on the pen.

"Simeon?"

"Let-..." His cheeks turn pink and he shifts his gaze to the corner of the room, far, far away from you.

"Let me write on you."

"Taste you" Obey me! Simeon smut

☁ Reading Simeon's devilgram story got me a little inspired to write something for him, I'm sure he will do anything just to please you 😇

Simeon x f!Reader

tw: oral (f!receiving), praise, words of encouragement, use of pet names

+18, minors please don't interact with this post, thank you!

wc: 430

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It's not Simeon's fault that he lost control over his desires- given that he's an angel, self-restraint comes naturally to him - but due to your constant teasing; suggestive and long eye contact, licking your lips, shimmering your breasts in front of him, he finally dragged you from the party to his room.

Simeon is all about giving and he wouldn't let you leave unsatisfied, truthfully, it is just another excuse to bury his face in between your plushy thighs and lick your pussy clean.

Soft purrs and murmurs escape the angel's lips that are coated with your arousal. The vibrations from his voice stimulate your cunt. His hands hold your legs nice and spread, while he sucks on your clit and slurps all your juices. His hips rut slowly against the mattress, his pretty cock leaking with precum that's staining the sheets.

"You look so pretty like this, love, but I bet you would look even better cumming, is that right? Come on, play with your clit while I taste you," Simeon encourages you in the most loving way whilst taking a break to catch his breath.

Your fingers travel to your button, sensitive from the angel's mouth, and you start rubbing it while his tongue explores your insides. His long, dark lashes cover his ocean-blue eyes that stay focused on your pussy, making him look like a renaissance painting.

He flexes his muscle and brushes it against your velvety walls, forcing sounds of pleasure out of you. The middle finger that's rubbing your clit can't stop moving, not when you're so close to cumming.

Simeon raises his eyes up slightly in order to look at your lovely face and admire its beauty. Your eyes are closed shut, lips slightly parted in a silent moan, and cheeks burning red from the blood rush. He loves seeing how good he makes you feel.

His tongue continuously flickers inside your hole but when he switches things up and sucks on your folds, your legs begin to tremble and your toes curl. Melodic pleas of his name ring nicely in his ear.

"That's right, just how you like it," he huffs seconds before the stimulation makes you cum all over Simeon's lips and chin. He leaves a few final licks to clean you up, before withdrawing his face from your cunt. A sunny smile paints his face. "Thank you for the meal, love," he says, running his thumb over his lower lip. "Shall we go back to the party? Or would you rather stay here with me a little longer?"

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 🔞 minors dni

~ solomon ; obey me

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : after a late night talk with you Solomon discovers he’s not as alone as he thinks he is

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : smut, fem!reader, pet names (sweetheart, darling, princess, reader calls him Sol), biting, slight bondage???, fingering, vaginal sex, a bit of hair pulling, creampie, fluff/comfort at the very end

‧₊˚ a / n : this is set on lesson 46-12, there are some context spoilers but i think it should be fine?? if i missed anything that i should add to the content warnings please let me know ~

The room was dark and the quiet night had been unexpectedly interrupted by heavy breathing, the rustling of clothing coming off in between the sheets, and the fulfilling sounds of mouths kissing in complicit lust. Solomon hovered over you, his arms supporting his weight at each side of your face. Your arms slithered from his naked chest to the back of his neck, fingers grasping his soft silvery white hair and eyes lingering over his inked pale skin. The way the complicated patterns of seemingly infinite pacts threaded with one another and decorated his body was mesmerizing, and when you breathed in through your mouth you could even taste a hint of his worn out cologne in the air. A slight uncertainty clouded your mind for a minute, not knowing if you were getting high off his scent or his touch.

“I thought i’d never get a chance like this” he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath making you shiver and sigh “wherever you go they follow, they never left you alone, i had lost most hope…”

And even then, he was still right. As if the brothers would ever leave you alone, the twins were still sleeping in the room next door. Biting your lip, you hoped to be as quiet and you thought you were being. Not like you could’ve thought about it much longer though, because Solomon’s hot tongue stole a taste of your skin and you jolted, panting and tugging his hair, he groaned.

“I’m so glad you still found your way to me” you could barely speak when one of his hands slid down your exposed skin, feeling as much of you as he could and making his way to your core “I feel like i’ve waited forever for you to come try something.”

His lips came back looking for yours and you gladly welcomed him with a kiss the both of you longed for. His fingers slid across your folds and you hitched a breath, he smiled into the kiss in teasing mischief and you thought your heart might’ve skipped a beat at that. Solomon’s thumb started rubbing circles at your nub. You broke the kiss with a sharp breath, hands flying back to his shoulders in order to somehow stabilize yourself from your own body’s reactions.

“Sol…” His lips pressed against yours in hopes of swallowing any sound. When his lips parted ways with yours for a small moment a small moan scraped from between your teeth, arching your back in response to the circular motion of his thumb.

“Shh, be quiet sweetheart, you don’t want to wake up your body guards do you?” immediately after the words left his mouth, you felt one of his fingers slipping inside of you. You huffed through your nose in annoyance, how exactly did he expect you to keep quiet? “you’re so wet princess, i wonder why?”

Cocky bastard. You pulled him back onto your lips, but instead of kissing him you bit his lower lip.

“Shit, alright, sorry” he giggled. But he didn’t mean it, because it was easy for him to slip another finger while pumping them in and out, crooking his fingertips slightly.

“Fuck, Solomon” you whined, a pleasured groan scratched in your vocal chords in the way out. His other hand went in search of one of your breasts. The touch of his long slender fingers grasping on your skin as if he was clutching the very bedsheets underneath, teasing the areola and then rolling the hardened nipple playfully. Solomon’s ghostly grey eyes glistened with the faint moonlight coming through the window and stared at you in fascination, dilated pupils reveling in the expression on your face.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” his husky and agitated voice sounded like music to your ears.

Your eyes started to get hazy, your thoughts were scattered around the fiery feeling of the friction of his fingers moving in and out of you, the rubbing of his thumb on your clit, his other hand massaging your breast. The bliss of his touch was building up more and more and your throat closed up in a desperate attempt of silence.

“Sol- I- I’m-” Your nails dug on his skin, you almost choked on your own saliva, shutting your eyes.

“Not yet darling” everything stopped at once, and you immediately fluttered your lashes open in search of him. You were about to protest, but when he shifted his position in between your legs you felt the tip of his member threatening at your entrance.

“You’re ready for me yet?”

“Yes” the reply came almost immediately “yes”

He grabbed his cock and gathered the arousal dripping out of you, making your thighs jerk and hug his hipbones. You let out yet another annoyed whine. He giggled at your reaction, and bent forwards to give you a tender kiss when he finally started sliding inside you at a tortuously slow pace.

“Fuck, you’re so needy” he tried to keep his cool, but the raspiness of his voice and the slight falter of his words was unmissable to you.

A hushed exhale hissed its way out through his teeth as your walls ultimately enveloped him completely. You pulled him down on top of you from his neck until his chest hit against yours. He gasped at the gesture, then gave you a moment to adjust. Wandering hands explored the path of the curves of your silhouette in desire, and he felt like getting drunk on the shaky breath your mouth poured in between his lips. His long slender fingers traveled across your arms towards your wrists to hold them above your head.

“You can move” you whispered.

His body glided on top of yours, slowly doing what you asked for, a fine layer of sweat on your bodies acting as glue. One of his arms slithered under the curve of your lower back to hold you close to him, and his right hand slid across your neck and into the roots of your hair. You tried to move your hands back to his silky locks, but soon discovered your wrists were bound together, and wouldn’t move where you wanted them to. He must’ve used magic.

“Such a pretty princess…” he managed to whisper while building up a rhythm “guarded by angels and demons… waiting for me, sitting pretty on the throne…”

Waiting, waiting and waiting, that was what your relationship with him was all about. Waiting for him to talk more to you, to let his eyes linger more on you, to make a move at all. Wishing for more time with him, wishing for the courage to confess the feelings that burned in your chest like wildfire whenever the sorcerer’s silver eyes laid over you ever so slightly. You rolled you eyes and let your head fall back as his hips thrusted rhythmically against yours, the angle brushing your clit just right and panting, gasping for air and hoping it would fan the flames that were starting to deliciously consume your body. He planted little kisses on your chin, trailing your jawline.

“I still managed to fool them all for you” his trusts became harder with his statements, he started whispering in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine “i fooled them all for you tonight”

Your eyes widened at the realization. Fooled them all. Getting rid of Lucifer’s power and influence by shrinking him with the perfect excuse, and knowing the little antic would keep Satan and Mammon entertained enough to leave you alone for a at least a while. Guiding you across Levi’s fictional world with only the twins for company, the two brothers he could easily get rid of by sorting them together in a room so he could share the remaining one with you. He’s a genius, you thought. He toyed with demons like he would with chess pieces. His tongue ran down to the crook of your neck, teeth caught your skin and you felt his sharp canines playfully looking forward to leave a mark on you, provoking a moan roll off your tongue.

“I don’t need demons or angels, i need you.” the confession left your mouth like a waterfall, and you knew you couldn’t stop it, because your mind started to get cloudy and all you could think about was the way he was driving you mad. The fact that it was him, your mentor for whom you’d harbored an intense love for such a long time “i’m just a human, and i was made for a human, you.”

“Say that again” he was the one who sounded needy then, and somehow you were so aware of everything, that you felt the throbbing of his veins stimulate you from the inside and hinting at how close he was of his own release, you felt the muscles of your belly tightening in foreshadow of yours too “say your mine, darling…”

You inhaled sharply from your nose when his fingers grasped your hair from its roots and pulled, he licked your lower lip and you gasped.

“I’m yours i’m yours im yours” you chante the words in a moan, like they were your own personal mantra, your walls clenched uncontrollably around him and as you felt the pinnacle of pleasure rush through your body. A warm liquid filled you up and for a moment you swore you could feel stars bolt through all of your veins and arteries. You opened your mouth to let it all out, but Solomon quickly quieted you down by kissing you and swallowing the sounds. You both were left a heavy breathing mess, he caressed your cheek.

“My lovely little apprentice…” he whispered agitatedly, the white long lashes that framed his eyes tickled your face. You melted in his embrace, cheeks flushed to the limit and basking in the afterglow.

“Sol…”

“Yes darling?”

“… my arms, please?”

The sorcerer suddenly pulled his face away from yours, eyes widened and a bashful flush lit his cheeks, granting him an adorable boyish charm that filled your chest with adoration. You giggled at such innocent reaction.

“Right, yes, sorry.”

His body stretched as his hands reached for yours to release you from the spell. It was a relief to finally be able to move your arms, and the first thing your instinct asked for was to run your fingers through his now damp hair.

“Are you okay?” his sudden concern almost made his pupils tremble when they searched for yours.

“I’m more than okay” you replied with a small chuckle, and he sighed, a little smile tugging from the corners of his mouth.

“Alright” Solomon pushed himself above you and pulled out from in between your legs with a grunt. The feeling of emptiness made your body feel cold, and the feeling of his seed leaking out of you made your frame shudder underneath his “we should get you clean shouldn’t we?”

“Wait!” your hands grabbed him by his shoulders in sudden urgency. He blinked twice, staring.

“Yes?”

Your heartbeat started racing once again, your trembling hands cupped his face. For a moment, hesitation forced you to bite your lip in a attempt to keep your pathetic words hidden from him. Specially when he was looking at you in expectation, and he was so ethereal that for a split second your mind almost convinced you that everything that had just happened was a dream, and you were scared that if he left you’d wake up. You licked your lips and sighed.

“Love does not evade you, Solomon.”

His breath got caught up on his throat out of nowhere.

“W-what?”

“You said that even on centuries on end, some things still manage to elude you. It’s not true. You’re not alone. I’m here with you. I’m here for you.”

His facial features then softened, a fond smile adorning his expression with tenderness. He didn’t say anything, instead his hand caressed your cheek and then leaned in to leave a soft sweet kiss on your lips.

Sinful Thoughts #11

Warning: Not too sure if this falls within dubcon territory, but just in case, here is a warning if it does.

Just imagine with me, y'all:

He's pounding away at your hole, every powerful thrust sending waves of ripples on your ass. Everything is too much, too deep, too fast. The pleasure is rotting your mind as every thrust had you speaking in tongues. You don't know how many orgasms he has pulled from you and just as you're about to have another one, you reject it. Moving away as you finally uttered a hoarse, "T-too much!"

His cock is pulled out of you as you run away, only to have your ankle grabbed and pulled back towards him.

"Where do you think you're going?," his rough, harsh toned voice sending a shiver down your already sensitive body. He flips you around by your ankles to your back, his build towering over you. Your back arched and you couldn't let out a sound as he buried his cock back into you. Shock and pleasure coursing through your veins as he pulled that orgasm out of you, leaving you shaking and clenching around his hard member.

"Don't think you can run away from this dick, my sweet. You're gonna take every inch of me tonight...I'm gonna be so good to you, baby. Just take all of me."

((I'm so sorry, you guys...this was rotting my brain and I couldn't help it. Throw me in the slammer. I know I deserve it🤲🏾😔))

Halloween Party - Mammon x F! Reader

Summary: You and Mammon had discussed the possibility of a CNC kidnapping scene together. What better occasion than at a crowded Halloween party where no one knows each other in their costumes. How will your night go?

CW/TW:

consenting non-consent (cnc). costumes and masks. d/s dynamics. restraints. blindfolding. use of drugs and alcohol. kidnapping/abduction. jealousy and possessive behavior. mean dom! mammon. pet names. use of the word slut and slut shaming. slight stalking/ yandere tones. spanking. hair pulling. slight fluffy ending. no specific pronouns were used, but female anatomy mentioned. reader wears a skirt and lingerie.

Word Count: 4.1k

AN: I'm definitely late, but I've been working on my prompts promise! The others will probably get pushed further into November but might be earlier since I have good progress. Please let me know if I missed any necessary tags or if there are spelling or grammatical errors I need to fix. Enjoy <3

Kinktober Masterlist

The Halloween party in the fall was absolutely insane, so packed that people were practically body to body to accommodate all the demons, incubi, and succubi around. Fun flashing lights, blaring music, and so many intricate and creative costumes. It was kind of overwhelming, but this is where you guys agreed to meet. The two of you had planned this meticulously just to make sure nothing would happen that wasn't discussed rules-wise.

You’d arrived with Asmodeus and Satan, and you’d gotten there fashionably late, but the place just got more and more filled by the minute, it was almost claustrophobic. Asmo was here to keep you company for a bit until he found a more interesting thing to get up to, while Satan found his own company to hang out with and you didn't mind. Your nerves were taking over you when you asked Asmodeus to stay a little longer with you, he was more than happy to hang out with you until you two went your separate ways or you were comfortable enough to part from him. Honestly, it helped quell your anxiety by having someone you could reliably hang out with in the huge crowd of people.

Your boyfriend, Mammon, would be more than fashionably late; you knew he wouldn't leave you waiting too late into the night, but you were also just growing more and more nervous with the passing minutes. The logical part of your brain knew that he was probably simply reviewing the plan over and over to make sure everything went right, he didn't want to mess up this fantasy with some silly mistake, make you uncomfortable, or push your boundaries accidentally. He made sure the detailed costume he told you he was going to wear was exactly how he described it would be that way you knew that it was him and not someone random trying to hit on you and take you away.

"You seem really tense.” Asmo leaned into your space to talk over the blaring music, his proximity, and his words snapped you out of your own little anxiety-filled world. “Do you want to take the nerve off? I have some a couple blunts on me; I could spare one for my favorite human.” You looked at the drink in your hand and contemplated it for a minute before you looked back up at him, “why not.” The insanity of the party was mellowing out for you as you took a hit off the blunt getting passed between you and Asmo.

“I can also feel my sin pouring off of you sweetie." Asmo couldn't help but tease, he was a great friend, one of your closest friends but this was something you hadn't mentioned to him, your plans with Mammon tonight. "It's more crowded than I expected, it's making me nervous" you sigh, "don't worry even my silly brother could find you like you were the last grim in the world. But what did you animals have planned tonight, I can read you like a book." you shake your head slightly before cracking a smile, of course, he would figure it out quickly, "I suggested we do little strangers roleplay, it seemed like an easy holiday to do it." You weren't lying exactly but hoping half-truths would allow things to be less awkward than an admission of your secret kinks, not that Asmo of all people would judge you but he could hear about it when you tell him later once everything had gone according to plan.

You probably knew better than to be mixing substances but said fuck it to take the edge off, you only go out occasionally and you've never been too affected by substances, at least not in the devildom. Nothing was hitting hard, but it was starting to set in, Asmodeus took notice of your change in attitude, your anxiety practically melting off you, “Come on, let’s enjoy the party a bit before my brother steals you away for the rest of the night.” You nod, maybe this is good for you, so you and Asmo go further into the club to get some more room to dance. Enjoying some goofing around and some even more silly dancing, was mindless fun. You were so much more relaxed after partaking, maybe the best idea you'd had tonight. Taking the edge off your nerves and letting you go with the vibe of the giant party more.

However, maybe quelling your anxiety left you more vulnerable to the peering eyes of demons around you. Your guard was down, inebriated, and enjoying yourself led to you being painfully unaware of hungry eyes watching you around the party having the time of your life. No one would dare try anything with Asmodeus around you, but once your security was gone who knew what could happen tonight.

Eventually, Asmodeus was comfortable enough to leave you alone, seeing that you were able to enjoy yourself, so he walked you up to the bar one last time to get you both some drinks before he leaned into your ear, "Have a lovely lustful night my dear. I want to hear all about it later, but I'll be around if you need me." He took off in the direction of a large group of demons, all dressed in different costumes, but all still somehow adorned pink. You couldn't help but smile to yourself, you knew he would have his own fun tonight.

It would probably be the last you’d see of him tonight as you saw his pink outfit bouncing away from you. You were only getting more comfortable and relaxed after some time, you got to chat with some friends from RAD for a good while, but you still wanted to keep more to yourself, so you moved into a less populated area. On your way there you were bombarded by a few demons trying to strike up a conversation, they were extremely intoxicated, so it was easy enough to come up with an excuse to get away safely, but it was getting exhausting having to talk with tons of people all night.

When you finally were able to break away to the area where the bar had a VIP section of lined private rooms with doors, ones close to their own private VIP bar area that you were always welcomed at due to your status in the Devildom.

It was considerably quieter here, not silent as you could still hear the blaring music bouncing through the walls this was combined with the fact there were few people allowed back into this section it made things much quieter to give you a break from the overwhelming party. You decided to sit at the bar and order another drink, something to keep your tipsy buzz going through the night. While you waited for your drink you pulled out your phone, and a text from your boyfriend who had been sitting there for a little while, “I’ll see you soon xx.” You blushed at the silly text before the picture of his costume came through, you made sure to take the details in as much as possible, but you also couldn’t help but admire your boyfriend’s flirty picture and his delicious physique.

A hand was gently placed on your back, startling you slightly and causing you to close your phone quickly. Before you could turn to see who had touched you, a familiar voice pricked your ears, “Good evening, Darling, I didn’t expect to see you here.” Lucifer spoke as he sat down next to you at the bar, the bartender handing you the drink you ordered and then pouring what you would assume is Lucifer’s usual drink order. “It’s not exactly my scene but I wanted to have some fun for the holiday. Try out a party.” Your drink was brought up to your mouth when you finished, taking a sip, and humming quietly in satisfaction. Lucifer takes his own glass of fine demonus to his mouth for a sip before casually shooing the bartender from the area.

Lucifer’s elbow was leaned onto the bar surface, his hand supporting his chin while he looked at you, had anyone else been in the room they might have noticed the twinge of envy in his eyes as he drank in your appearance and costume you had delicately crafted for the holiday. “I think you should do it more often, party and celebrate the holidays outside. I bumped into my brother earlier, I was surprised he wasn’t with you, he usually doesn’t leave your side.” You took a deep breath to calm yourself down realizing that Mammon was already here, and you were not where you were supposed to be to meet with him. “Where did you see him earlier? I’ve been meaning to meet up with him.” You turned to fully look at Lucifer.

You hadn’t turned to really look at him, he was dressed in a mask with a smile that had been pushed up from his face, and an intricately detailed all-black outfit. His piercing red eyes were scanning your face, going from soft and familiar to something more akin to a parent, taking his arm from the bar and bringing his hands up to cup your face, taking in the details. “Are you alright dear?” he asks, your red eyes and flushed face didn’t do a good job of concealing what had transpired in your night so far. “I’m alright Lucifer, don’t worry about me.” You smile at him, helping to ease his concerns just slightly when you speak to him again “Where did you see Mammon earlier?” He shook his head slightly and let out a sigh, “I saw him on the way in, he looked like he’d just gotten here.” He scanned your facial features one last time before taking his hands away from your face.

You smiled at him before downing your drink, Lucifer took your hand high as you got down from the stools, holding your hand in his gently he brought it up to his mouth, placing a small kiss on the back of your hand, “Please be careful out there tonight, you don’t know how many demons would be snapping at the chance with you here.” Slipping your hand from his as he let it go you gently rubbed his shoulder in the effort of comfort, you’d already encountered plenty of demons snapping at the chance tonight, but you wouldn’t worry him further, “Don’t worry, I will be careful. Thank you, Lucifer.”

As you walked out of the VIP bar area the loud music started to hit your ears again, you looked at your phone again seeing if you had received any more messages from Mammon since your encounter with Lucifer. As you walked down the hallway from the VIP area to the main party again, distracted by your phone, you didn’t notice the body slowly starting to follow behind you. It wasn’t long before you realized you felt the presence of someone behind you but by that point, it was too late. A person pressing you to the wall in the dark hallway, a gasp in fright as your arms were pressed behind you and your chest and head were pressed against the wall. You felt your phone taken from out of your hands by your assailant before they spoke directly into your ear, “Good evening sweet thing.” A hand was wrapped around your mouth as you were pulled in the direction of an open door further down the hall.

You could feel the cold breeze of the night on your exposed skin, you tried so hard to scream but your throat was fighting against you and the hand roughly clamped over your mouth stopped any noise that did escape. You started trying to thrash back against your assailant, moving your body in aggressive ways, trying to get enough of an opportunity to move away and, worst case, summon one of the brothers to your rescue. As your assailant’s grip softened slightly on your restrained wrists you got the exact chance you were looking for, throwing your body away from them enough to start to run when you were almost instantly roughly pushed to the ground in the alley.

Your hands were roughly gripped behind your back again as you tried to thrash and kick at your assailant to no avail. “Look sweet thing, you aren’t getting away from me. You can fight back all you want, but I’m not in a good mood.” Your panic wasn’t helping much to sober you from your cross-faded state, if it was perhaps, you would have noticed the familiar smell of cologne or that sweet voice you loved so much, your boyfriend Mammon. You felt a tight rope start to get pulled around your arms as he talked, your brain wracked itself trying to find a way to get out of this situation, your face pressed against the ground, air knocked out of your lungs from the rough shove to the ground.

Before you knew it your hands were tied up behind you, your mouth was covered in a fabric cloth, and you could see nothing through the black blindfold over your eyes. In a matter of minutes, you were picked up and you were in some kind of vehicle. You could tell you were moving, thrown into a car or van most likely, and your brain tried to think of what exactly would happen when you were transported to your new location. You tried to take in every specific detail you could about the situation, you were in nice comfortable seats in a vehicle, you had been in the car for about 15 minutes for the ride and the car was going fast. When the car stopped you heard the car doors open, and the person taking you out of the car lifted you like a feather, tossing you over their shoulder so you knew they had a large strength advantage over you. You heard the loud slam of car doors, closed angrily, maybe you should be scared that they aren’t in a good mood.

Being walked with felt like an eternity, followed by some sort of elevator ride and then a rough slam onto what felt like a bed. The bed, something that felt like a purposeful choice, the dread and anxiety fully setting into just what situation you had found yourself in. A heavyweight over you that sank at points of contact on the bed as they crawled over you, words spoke directly into your ear, “I got a few rules for you sweet girl. Don’t scream or fight me anymore. Don’t do anything stupid. Don’t talk back to me. Got it?” He speaks so decisively; you nod your head understanding that you’re not going to get out of this situation easily.

He lifts your head, allowing the knotted fabric from your mouth to slip and be taken off. You felt the weight shift on the bed, the person less pressed against you as they started to loosen the blindfold on your eyes, it wasn’t completely taken off of you, just loosened enough for some light and a small glance of white silvery hair and a familiar mask to be seen before you were completely flipped over, your chest now pressed roughly into the bed by the weight of Mammon. Your pure anxiety in the situation dissolved, knowing that you weren’t kidnapped by a random demon, but instead, this was your boyfriend.

Your hands remained tied behind your back, mammon leaning into your ear, “Sweet thing, I’ve been watching you all night and I’m trying to hold myself back but I’m angry with you.” You lay there in silence, slightly confused as to what you could have done tonight that would have upset your boyfriend. You felt his hands running up the back of your thighs, the rings on his hands causing goosebumps to rise on your skin before he pushed the fluffy skirt of your costume up. “I told you to meet me at a specific spot tonight” he stated plainly before landing a hard smack onto your ass cheek. “You drink tons of alcohol and then you start smoking with Asmodeus. Can’t you think for one second in that tiny brain how many demons would try to take advantage of you while you’re inebriated?” He ends his question with another two harsh smacks to your ass.

“I didn’t expect to have to get rough with you for you to understand but I can. I already showed you earlier that I’m not in a good mood but you’re still trying to test me. It’s not a good look on you, Doll.” He drops your head back onto the bed, letting it land with a small bounce. He pulled back away from your body, leaning up and off of you. Hearing the sound of what you assume were his pants rustling, before he leaned back onto the bed, pushing the skirt you had been wearing further up to your hips, and giving him a better look at the pretty lingerie you had on for him. He took a sharp breath through his teeth before he ran a finger up the delicate lacy material hardly covering your pussy and showing the glimmering mess on your folds, “Seems like maybe this stupid plaything likes it anyway. Maybe that’s why she was a brainless little slut tonight.” 

His voice gets gravely, and you can feel the anger radiating from him, “Demons hitting on you all night.” Smack. “Giving random disgusting demons any bit of your time.” Smack. “Makes me think you wanted the attention.” Followed by another smack. “You let Lucifer put his hands on you, let him stare at you like he’d devour you then and there. Flirt with him back as you leave.” He’s practically growling as he finishes his statement. Landing a few more rough blows onto your backside, causing you to cry out in pain, mostly muffled by the covers on the bed as the handprints started to swell on your ass. You begin trying to push yourself up, “I did not flirt-” You’re cut off by your head being grabbed by the hair on the nape of your neck. You wince in pain as he pulls your head up by your hair, and he forces you to look at his still-masked face, “I see. You’re a liar and apparently, you can’t fucking listen to some simple rules.”

Your panties were pushed aside, his thumb drawing slow circles around your clit “Maybe I should’ve just had my way with you at the Fall. You wouldn’t have minded. Hell, maybe I should’ve done it in the alleyway where I pushed you down to the ground. Back there with the rest of the trash.” You can’t help but start to moan into the duvet over the bed, his skilled fingers paired with his aggressive dirty talk are already putting you through it. His hand pulled away from your clit, moving to take out his cock from his boxers, erect and angry just like him. “You can take it right; take everything I have to give you greedy whore.”

He grabbed your tied wrists with one hand, his cold rings contrasting your hot skin and the hot burns it felt like the rope would leave on your skin from the rubbing contact. He pushed himself into you with the other, letting out a groan as your tight muscles relaxed to let him in, pushing himself all the way before he started moving roughly into you. “Fuck. This pussy feels so good maybe I should keep it here locked away from anyone. Keep it to fuck dumb whenever I want.” The moans that were ripping out of your throat as he roughly thrusts into you were intense, not unlike ones he’d drawn from you before, but somehow it was feeding him carnally. Spurring him on to keep going just as rough and mean as he was being. 

He took his other hand and pushed your legs further apart for himself, grabbing one of your legs at the inner thigh and pulling it back into himself as he thrust in, using it and the hand securing your wrists to steady his aggressive thrusts. He put more of his weight leaned into you, his hand holding your restraints pushing you into the bed again, “all night I watched you and I couldn't stand how you looked at other people. How you were partying and enjoying yourself. I felt like I was going mad with Jealousy watching people with what's mine."

The moans you were feeding him like fuel to a raging fire, keeping him going as long as he could but you felt so good, your walls pulsing around him and your legs shaking as he pushed you through your first orgasm of the night. The strangled groan that left his throat as you squeezed him so tightly was dizzying to him, “Fuck. I’m still so mad at you, you can keep going right? Let me fuck this anger out into this dirty hole of yours, yeah?” Coming down from your high was a slow descent, but that burning ache in your stomach was quick to return with his pounding into you, “P-please..”

He can’t help but chuckle, he moves your position slightly, letting your leg down from his vice grip, “Move.” You moved your legs to raise up your ass into the air, putting yourself into doggy with a pretty arch for him as he moved back into position behind you. “Aw, is my plaything finally being obedient for me? I just had to fuck your slutty little hole first?” He reentered you with ease, letting out a hiss with your walls gripping him so tightly again, clenching around him as he started his rough pace again.

The picture of your ass moving back against him as he thrust in and out of you was intoxicating, mammon loved it like nothing else in this world and right now it was setting him over the edge. His hands roughly gripped at your hips to keep pulling you back into him when his smirk perked up on his face, “You’re so filthy to be moving and grinding back onto the demon who kidnapped you.” He moved one of his hands to land a smack against your ass, “I bet your slutty little pussy was hoping to get pounded all night. I bet it didn't matter by who.” The absolute wale you let out as Mammon fucked you through your second orgasm, this one much messier than the first. Your legs shook violently, and your pussy throbbed around Mammon’s length.

“F-fuck baby” Mammon almost whined before biting his lip to keep up his facade. He kept pushing through, thrusting as hard as he could before he finally came, pushing his load into you as he kept thrusting. His heavy breathing was getting hindered more and more by the mask as he tried to catch his breath. He reached up to push it up and sat it on his head. When he caught his breath, he pulled himself out of you and began to untie the ropes binding your wrists behind your back.

The absolute relief you felt when your arms were free to move again was unlike anything you could describe. “I hope I didn’t take it too far, baby. How are you?” Mammon asked sweetly as he kissed gently along your back, helping you sit up. “It was amazing, Mams. Thank you for indulging me.” You turned to smile at him, pressing a kiss on his cheek when he looked up at you. “I wouldn’t call myself a sadist, but something snapped in me seeing that scared look on your face earlier. I could hardly contain myself watching you struggle and cower with fear.” Looking into his golden eyes, you could hardly believe you were talking to the avatar of greed and not the sadistic brother you were talking to earlier in the night.

“I’d love to do it again.” You say shyly to him, looking away from him for a second, “Also you know I have no interest in your brothers. You’re the one for me, Mammon.” He shushes you, “I know baby, my greed just got the best of me. I meant it when I said I don’t like to see others with what’s mine.” You planted a kiss on his lips as he turned your head towards him, “I’m all yours, Mammon.”

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𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓

it all happened so fast.

his hands, caressing your body as if it were to shatter. he treated you like the most delicate maxixe gemstone, so fearful of making one wrong move and shattering you.

his hands so firmly on your hips, gripping so hard that you were scared your bones would turn to dust under his grasp, bruises already forming. he painted an enthralling galaxy of love bites littering your neck, a map of jagged scratches on his back from you in return.

your laboured breathing and muffled whimpers and sobs just acted as fuel to the fire deep in his core, his stamina never once letting up as you unfurled beautifully in his arms. such a pretty sight you were beneath him.

“it’s alright, angel, just let yourself go.”

and let go you did.

— kojiro nanjo, kaoru sakurayashiki, kaeya alberich, albedo, kamisato ayato, jing yuan, welt yang, asmodeus, simeon, solomon

"𝓗𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓱 𝓶𝔂 𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴! 𝓗𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓹 𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼, 𝓘 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭, 𝓨𝓮𝓪𝓱, 𝓘 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽!"

♡ 𝓢𝓶𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 ♡

𝙶𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢. 𝙸𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞?!

Ingredients: (Potential Spoiler.)

Orgasm Denial, Bondage, Multiple Orgasms, Vibrator, Masturbation, Drinking, Spanking, Dacriphyilia, Hardom Simeon, Female Reader, Squirting, Punishment, Sexual Tension, Halloween Party, Aftercare, Simeon is Human, Aggressive Make-Out Session, Rope, Wand Vibrator, Remote-Controlled Vibrator, Blowjob, Reader gets fucked-dumb by the vibrators, Simeon is staying with you in the human realm after he turned into a human, Human Simeon finding out how easily humans get tempted and succumb to pleasure, Established Relationship. (Pet names: Darling, Brat, Good/Bad Girl, Etc.)

𝓚𝓤𝓜𝓐𝓢 𝓝𝓞𝓣𝓔🐻🫀:

𝓞𝓴𝓪𝔂, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓽𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓢𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓢𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂, 𝔂𝓪 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀?

𝓘𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓮, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓼, 𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾? 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓯 𝓾𝓹! 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓵, 𝓢𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓯𝓽 𝔂𝓮𝓽 𝓼𝓸 𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓱𝓱𝓱!!!

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓸 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽! 𝓗𝓐𝓟𝓟𝓨 𝓗𝓐𝓛𝓛𝓞𝓦𝓔𝓔𝓝 𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼!🎃

I stumbled inside the shared home, bumping into the wall as I closed the door as best as I could in my state. I chuckled, now sitting down by the floor. Soon from the shadows, a familiar figure emerged. It was Simeon! ‘’Hahaha! Simeon want a drink?’’ I swished around the bottle of alchohol the former angel shook his head kneeling down to my height. ‘’MC do you know what time it is? I was worried about you, you should’ve said something. I tried calling you multiple times only to find out you left your phone back home.’’ Simeon gave me a worried yet somewhat disappointed look. ‘’Let’s just forget what happened and drink together, Simeon!’’ I slurred, chuckling and emphasizing each syllable in his name.

I tilted my head to the side, trying to play innocent. Though, it seems like he didn’t buy it as he continued taking things out of the box. He had placed down the items all in an organized manner. First was rope, a vibrating wand, a remote-controlled vibrator, and lube. Soon, he had tied me up on the bed, spread out. Simeon lathered the lube over the vibrater before slowly inserting it into me. ‘’All nice and snug, isn’t it?’’ I whimpered in response, giving him my best doe eyes, making him even more riled up. Suddenly, he gets on top of me, making me face him with my chin in his hand. ‘’Listen MC, you’re acting like a brat. It’s time that I teach you how to be a good girl.’’ He slowly gets back up, pulling a chair against the bed, as if he was watching some kind of show.

‘’Where were you?’’ ‘’Some random bitch’s halloween party, it was a gag, wish you were here with me!’’ I stood up, swaying a bit, slinging my hands around his neck as he smelt my alchoholic breath. ‘’Let’s just forget about this Simeon and go cuddle’’ I gave him a loving drunk smile as I hiccuped! The former angel remained silent, a glare almost could be seen ‘’I apologize MC, but no. You need to be punished so that you won’t make the same mistake again.’’ His voice held a stern tone to it as he guided me up to his room, making me sit on the bed. ‘’You need to drink water first so that you can process what is about to happen.’’ Simeon went downstairs, returning back with a glass of water, handing it to me.

I turned my head away from him, refusing the water, just then he gripped my face with a singular hand, making me pout. He then gets a gulp of water in his mouth, kissing me, transferring the liquid over. It was all so messy, the way the water dripped from the sides of our mouths, the sound of lips smacking, every single thing was just oh so messy. As he parts from me, I was panting heavily, a dark hue already seen on my face from enduring that. Slowly, Simeon had started to strip me off of my clothing, dropping it on the side of the bed as I clinged to him. I laid on the soft mattress after, as I waited for him to come back. He had brought a black box with him? ‘’Now, I need you to behave and reflect on your actions today, MC.’’

The hot pink vibrator had suddenly started to buzz heavily, making me let out a surprised moan! Simeon had the small remote in his hand, watching the scene unfold before him, watching with precision as my body reacted to the amazing sensation. His hands are folded neatly on his lap. ‘’I’ve never realized just how easy it is for humans to be tempted.’’ The former angel stated, getting aroused himself as seen from the large hardening bulge under his pants. Meanwhile, I writhed on the bed, mouth wide open, as I drooled, little and loud moans escaping from my pleasurable body, it was completely obscene. This had continued for a while, the buzzing getting louder as it met with my slick, but I could hardly care due to being focused on cumming. 

Mind already empty as I just wanted to come down from this pleasurable high. ‘’S-Simeon!- Gonna cum!- Gonna Cum!-’’ I moaned, my voice getting higher in octave. Just then, he stopped, depriving me of my much needed release! ‘’W-What?’’ I questioned, tears in my eyes. ‘’Not so fast, Darling, you still haven’t learned your lesson.’’ The coil in my stomach slowly faded as I was left with nothing but desperation. ‘’Please… I’ll be good from now on, Simeon… P-Please…’’ I started to beg, my very little humility jumping out of me. I had started to cry and sob softly as I wanted my release badly. I just needed to cum! ‘’Just hold it one more for me…’’ Simeon has lost his stern look, showing me his usual soft love and endearment. 

‘’This is to let you know to never do that again, okay?’’ His voice was soft as feathers, as if delivering a holy message. I nodded, trying my best to look at him through hooded lustful eyes, squirming a bit in the restraints due to wanting to hold him. ‘’Hey, one more time, okay?’’ He repeated, making me nod back at him. Just then, the vibrator had started once again, the coil in my stomach forming. ‘’Ah!- Ah!.. Ngh!- Hya-!’’ More moans had passed my lips, my pussy all sensitive and swollen with need! ‘’Cum!- Cum!- Cum!’’ Yet again it was ripped away from me, making me writhe again on the bed. I started to sob and cry again from desperation, Simeon getting on the bed, making his way towards me. 

‘’Simeon!- Please!-’’

‘’Soon darling, be patient, be a good girl for me.’’

He moved strands of hair away from my face, kissing my forehead. The coil from my stomach once again vanished. Simeon got back into his seat, rubbing my ankle in a gentle, comforting manner. ‘’Now let go for me this time MC’’ The vibrator started once more, as it vibrated against my pussy’s inner walls it slipped out due to so much slick I was producing! ‘’Hold on, I’ll turn on the wand.’’ Simeon had ripped the remote-controlled vibartor from my pussy, placing it down beside me. Instead he uses the wand, pulling his chair closer, he adds pressure on my swollen clit using it, I write against the messy sheets, finally achieving pure bliss! ‘’Yes!- Yes!- Yes!- Yessss!!-’’ I had pulled on the restraints, my orgasm hitting me like a truck. 

I continued squirming within the hold, as Simeon wouldn’t let go of the vibrating wand against my clit! ‘’No!- No!- Too much! Too much!’’ ‘’One more, I promise.’’ This time, I was gushing, wetting the space between my thighs and the bed, almost creating a small puddle, my hypersensitivity going through the roof! In the process, my fluids had accidentally wetted Simeon’s face! He was surprised, a shock look painted on his features, before beaming, chuckling softly as he rubbed my ankle to calm me down, "I didn't expect you to squirt right at my face, MC." Placing the vibrating wand down, turning it off. ‘’Did you learn your lesson, MC?’’ I was panting, my mind still focused on the amazing pleasurable orgasm I just had. Heavy pants resonating within the room, the musky scent of my scent lingering in the air.

In the end, I nod tiredly, flashing him a small, gentle smile, as he untied me from the ropes. Once freed, I had slumped against him as he rubbed my back, comfortingly. ‘’Do you mind if you help me with my problem?’’ I looked down, seeing the hard bulge as I lowered his pants, jacking him off with a hand, my other playing and massaging his balls. In coordination, I sucked on his tip, receiving a groan, as the brunette threw his head back. ‘’D-Doing so good for me, always such a go- ngh! good girl even when you’re acting bratty-’’ Suddenly he cums into mouth! My eyes widened but tried to suck him for everything he was worth! I took big gulps trying to swallow his cum, Simeon watching closely, shivering with each gulp I had taken.

We had slowly started to calm down, the former angel getting up from the bed to get me a glass of water, handing it to me, I drank a hefty amount giving it back to him, which he finished the rest. After he had gone to the bathroom, getting a cloth, soaking it with water to clean me, soon cleaning himself. Now we lay quietly on his bed, cuddling. My head rested on his chest as he snuggled to fit against me, a tired, gentle pet on the back of my head. We both soon succumbed to the void, sleeping comfortably with one another. The next morning as we were eating some delivered food, we had received a complaint from neighbours from above! As stated on the note it said,

‘’I know it’s Halloween, but could you guys chill out? we couldn’t sleep properly because of the moaning.’’

‘’Maybe I can just bake something to apologize.’’ The brunette muttered to himself, looking over towards me. We had made eye contact, busting out in immediate laughter! Right after feeling my headache, come back to bite me in the ass. But all is well. After all, I had an angel looking after me.

alone time (simeon x gn!reader)

i finally got simeon's first memory ssr, his paws 2 UR, but i couldnt scrounge up enough DV to pull for his dia de los muertos UR… honestly who decided to keep giving him UR cards?? content warning for stuff under the cut: -drugging (it's kinda ambiguous aka: this could be read as an accident or intentional, but it's still drugging) -non-consensual somnophilia, non-consensual sex (i mean even if the reader does have feelings for him, they didn't explicitly consent to being touched.) ++lots of foreplay and jealous pining, body worship and praise, some dacryphilia, and morally gray simeon word count 2.2k words minors don't interact

He tells himself that it was a mistake. That he just accidentally grabbed the same herbal tea as that one night when you slept over in Purgatory Hall. But he couldn't just throw out an entire pot of tea, could he?

He had to admit though, seeing you struggle to fight off drowsiness, seeing you blink and rub at your eyes to stay focused on the conversation, seeing you try to—but ultimately fail at—stifling your yawns. It was endearing.

And besides, this kind of tea wasn't a sleeping draught. Nothing at all like the kind that Lucifer would use to treat his chronic insomnia. No, it was a relaxant, making the drinker more aware of their exhaustion, more receptive to the idea of rest and recuperation.

That meant you were more tired than you let on.

"...sorry, Simeon. I—" The enth yawn interrupted your sentence, "—I think I need to rest my eyes..." Moving your empty teacup aside, you propped your elbow up against the armrest, leaning your chin into your palm. But your efforts to stay awake were to no avail, you soon realized. "...On second thought, I didn't realize I was so sleepy..." Your words slowed to a snail's pace, before you fell silent. Your eyes slid shut.

"Just let me put these away for a moment. I'll walk you back," he reassured you with a soft smile gracing his lips.

Your voice came out muffled from how you were resting your head. "...thanks..." you hummed.

He rose from his seat to take the used teacups and teapot to the kitchen area. When he returned, you were still in the same position you fell asleep in. It didn't look comfortable, especially not for your neck.

He took a step closer to you, brushing the tips of his fingers against your shoulder. Noticing the slow rise and fall of your chest, he hesitated before trying to wake you. Should he instead let you rest for a little longer, he wondered.

Well, more than that, he couldn't just leave you lying like that.

He called your name softly, "sorry, let me help you get more comfortable..." Taking a seat next to you, he gently pulled you up into a sitting position. One hand supported your shoulder and the other your midsection. Your back rested against his chest. Your head lolled against him now that you were fully asleep. His hand rose to card his gloved fingers through the unruly locks of your hair, tracing the curve of your ear, following the line of your jaw, then finally coming to stop just shy of your lips—

He laid you out on the sofa, making sure to keep your head propped up against one of the throw pillows. Now that your legs were stretched out, you wouldn't end up painfully sore once you woke up from your nap.

(Or he could have just awoken you normally. Watched you stir back into lucidity, watched you blink up at him with bleary eyes before taking his hand and letting him walk you back to the House of Lamentation. Maybe you would have leaned against him and asked if the both of you could take your time, slowed your stride and let this time together stretch on for as long as it could. You hardly ever took the initiative to be upfront with him, always a little shaky or anxious when in his company.)

Despite your shy and reserved nature, he could remember multiple times where you've shown that you were anything but that: a time when he wasn't sure if you had changed your cologne or your soap. When asked about it, you hid a sheepish expression behind your hand and said it was a gift from Asmodeus. There were several times where you've shared granola bars, sandwiches (that he made for you), crackers, sweets (made by Luke) all sorts of snacks with Beelzebub and Belphegor. There were plenty of times where Mammon and Lucifer got to have you to themselves, easily calling you to their side or making plans with you out of the blue. Even when it came to mundane conversation, you would always bring up book recommendations from Satan or mention something from a TV series that Leviathan's been following.

Rarely ever did he get to see you like this. He always made sure to keep a respectable amount of distance between you two. He had seen the way the demon brothers would glare anyone who stepped too close to you, who put themselves too far into your personal bubble. But for some...unknown—maybe, divine or even mystical—reason, the both of you would find yourselves together like this. Close to each other with no demon brothers, nor that sorcerer, and especially not that young angel around to interrupt. Now was the perfect chance for him to leave his own mark on you, wasn't it?

A small groan escaped your lips and your brows furrowed, disturbing the peaceful expression on your features. Simeon stiffened, his hold tightening on you for a fraction of a second. He should stop, he should stop doing this right now—

His breath hitched. "A-ah...sorry I—"

You shifted, almost nuzzling against him. Through the thin barrier of your clothes, the heat from your body felt like a brand against his skin and yet he didn't want to let go of you. His hands slipped underneath your shirt, mapping out the soft flesh of your midriff, rising higher to splay his fingers over where your heart was. He could feel his pulse thumping wildly in his chest, while your own was steady.

"...Mm...Belphie... too hot..." you mumbled, pulling away. Or well, you would have, if you weren't caged in Simeon's arms.

His earlier alarm morphed into something uglier. Something more twisted, something downright possessive.

That wasn't right. You were supposed to be calling his name.

His hand cupped your chest, he marveled at how it fit into his palm. His fingers stroked and teased your nipple erect. Gently tugging at it and rolling it between the digits. Simeon gauged your expression, how your jaw tightened and your body tensed up. A shuddering moan escaped your lips, but you remained unconscious. How he wanted to map out every inch of your skin, to worship your body with his hands and mouth.

Maybe you weren't completely unconscious, your body was aware of these sensations and it was reacting to him, to his touch. Welcoming him.

Burying his face into the crook of your neck, he breathed in your scent once again.

His pants grew tight, he couldn't ignore his building arousal anymore. Pushing the hem of your shirt up, he pressed his lips to your sternum, the base of your ribcage, slowly rising to wrap his lips around your nipple and laving it with his tongue. His other hand doesn't stop toying with the other nub. From his ministrations, your breathing quickened and your cheeks flushed, the color spreading down to your neck.

He needed to stop now before it got too much, before you woke up but—

You were pushing against him for more, rutting your hips against him.

He pulled away and released the nub, now shiny with spit and red from stimulation. One of your hands is fisted in the fabric of the sofa cushions. Your expression has given way to a small frown. But the most important thing was that you were still unconscious.

God, he wanted more of you. He couldn't just stop now.

The exhale that escaped his lips did little to relieve his rising guilt. And furthermore in spite of that, he was painfully hard. He unbuttoned his pants and moved to free his cock before stopping in his tracks. His gloves—he clumsily yanked them off and tossed them in the direction of the coffee table. Now without the barrier of the fabric separating him from you, the contact of his bare skin against you set his nerves alight. He pressed his palm against your stomach, digging his fingers in and soaking up every bit of warmth radiating from your skin.

His other hand wrapped around his erection, stroking up and down. he bit back a groan at the welcome friction. His pace quickened, his arousal spilled onto the skin just below your navel.

What would it feel like inside you? He doubted you would feel anything less than divine around him. If you were awake, what kind of expression would you be making right now? Would you be staring at him or would you be peeking at him through the gaps of your fingers? Or were you the more impatient type, equally desperate to touch him while whining for more?

Either way, the sight of you under him was breathtaking. You were breathtaking.

"...hm...?" Simeon froze at the sound of the questioning hum that left your lips. His clean hand slapped over his mouth, did he say that last part aloud? His body continued to betray his baser instincts despite his mortification. The tip of his cock continued to leak, creating a small pool of arousal on your skin.

His pulse thundered in his ears as he waited to see if you continued to stir. When you didn't, before his guilt could fully stop him—

He already pulled your pants down and lined his cock up to your entrance. A hushed litany of apologies spilled from his lips, but he couldn't make do with just his hand. But he wouldn't penetrate you fully, no, he didn't want to hurt you, he just...

...needed a little more.

He couldn't hold back the low moan that rumbled from his chest as he pushed into your entrance. Your walls, albeit relaxed, still clenched tightly around him. One of his hands settled onto your waist and the other braced against the spot beside your head. Puffs of your breath met the skin of his inner wrist, warm and steady, occasionally hitching as he brushed against—what he presumed to be—your sensitive spots. His gaze lowered to where the two of you were connected.

Mesmerized, he wondered if you could fit more of him.

"Ngh..." A quiet curse left his lips. The thought was too lewd to imagine, he paused and let the spike of arousal pass before he continued to slide into you. When at least less than half of his cock was inside you, he would pull out and repeat the process again. Gentle, careful, methodical, in spite of his growing impatience. With slow and shallow thrusts, he was eventually met with little resistance.

You were doing so well, opening up for him while continuing to suck him back into your warmth. Quiet praises mixed with moans escaped from him. He moved to brush the messy strands of hair out of your face to gaze at your expression. Could you come just from this? Was there a chance of you both being able to come together like this?

You stirred at the touch, his hand moved to your cheek and he let his thumb rest on your bottom lip—

Your eyes fluttered open and you blinked up at him. "Huh... Simeon...?"

Drawn out of his languor, he yanked his hand away as if burned. "Ah...this...this isn't what it looks like—" His sentences were fragmented. Scattered. Disjointed.

You moved to sit up before you froze, slowly becoming aware of the sensation beneath your hips. "W-what's...happeni—" Your words cut off with a gasp. You tightened even more around his cock. His fingers dug into your waist, leaving marks.

Try as he might, he couldn't respond. His eyes squeezed shut at the sudden overwhelming tightness that engulfed him. He couldn't stop from sinking deeper into you.

You pushed at his shoulder, limbs still heavy with sleep. "Wait...s-stop...!" Your breathing hitched for a second time. "Simeon...please stop—" Your words tapered off into a pained whine as his dick brushed against your inner walls. Your hand clutched at his wrist, nails digging into his skin.

Lethargy still clung to you. The gesture didn't hurt a single bit, only leaving faint crescent-shaped imprints.

The desperate note in your words brought him to meet your gaze. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes. His hand came up to brush them away before pushing you back down against the sofa. He briefly pulled out of you, he was close—so close to coming. "I'm sorry, please bear with me..." His lips brushed against the pulse point of your inner wrist in an apologetic gesture.

Your eyes widened in realization and you shook your head. "N-no, it won't fit, it won't fit—" You squirmed in his hold. "Please don't, please—I promise I won't tell anyone about this..." Your voice grew thick, more tears streamed down your cheeks.

Your pleas fell on deaf ears as his hand slid down your waist to hook against the back of your knee, curling your leg around his waist. The tip of his dick rubbed against your hole, making you reflexively twitch at the sensation.

He leaned closer to you, pressing his forehead against yours. "It'll feel good, I promise," he reassured you gently before lacing your fingers together with his.

confession: as I was writing the fuckening part... unholy suddenly came on. is it a coincidence or--

"you're blushing like a rose", simeon/mc

she’s my rose

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cw: oral (fem receiving), simeon x afab!reader, smut, fluff

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You’re sitting on the edge of your bed as Simeon’s on his knees in front of you. He places his hands on your soft thighs, looking up at you, as you look away from his gaze.

“Oh love you’re blushing like a rose”, he said, softly. He takes one of his hands placed on your things and brings it to cup your face. “Won’t you look at me mc?”, hesitantly, you look down at the ethereal man in front of you and bite your lip. He’s running his fingers up and down your inner thighs, ever so slightly touching your core and pulling away.

“S- Simeon please don’t tease me”, you whined out. He smirked up at you and sighed, “ I suppose I’ve kept you waiting for long enough, let me indulge you my princess.” And with that he swiftly moved your panties to the side, and slid a finger in, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure.

“ You’re so wet for me”, Simeon mused. He kept lazily fingering you until he heard you whine for more, and that’s when he started lapping at your pussy like a starved animal. “ you’re a-ah! s-so gooood,” you moaned out, causing him to chuckle.

He ducked in your clit while scissoring your insides, he could feel you getting closer. “Cmon sweet girl, give it to me, you can do it I know you can,” he said, egging you on. That’s when Simeon felt your walls clamp down on his digits and panted and shook your body.

Simeon pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean, the sight making you blush . “You taste divine, as always.”

He got up from his knees and kissed your lips, passionately. “ I love you Simeon,” you said with love in your eyes.

“I love you too, my rose.”

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a/n: anon this was such a cute idea, thank you so much for requesting it! i hope you guys enjoyed and thank you so much for reading !

oh. my. god. imagine barbatos fucking himself with his tail while he pounds into you. one tip of it inside of him, the other playing with his balls. the squelching from his hole and yours. the way his hips would stutter more than usual. how tantalizing his moans and cries would be. the praise that would fall from his lips. literally addicting. ughhh.

requests are open! send in up to 3 letters from the n/s/f/w alphabet i posted?

control. (satan)

rating: explicit, 18+ word count: 100 pairing: satan x f!mc tags: handjob, mc!receiving (originally posted on ao3 feb./mar. 2021) [ read the rest of 'soaked.' on ao3 ]

She tried many things to move Satan away from his books. She was tired of studying. Petulant for attention she lowered her lips to the back of his neck, licking and sucking gently. He’d shivered under her ministrations. She moved to the soft skin behind his ear only for him to give an irritated grumble and fix her with a warning stare, to which she answered, “Make me.” Within seconds he’d set aside his book and pinned her to the bed as she giggled, a moment more to slip a hand under her skirt, wetting his fingers and sinking in.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 — 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈

kinktober week four | humiliation | f!reader x lucifer

Welcome to week four our halloweekend double feature to send out the month with a bang ^⁠_⁠^

› got caught snooping hm? well, unfortunately for you the avatar of pride can't simply let such a slight go with a warning, no you have to know actions have consequences even if you act like you don't give a shit.

› warnings : blindfold, humiliation, face slap, punishment, sorta forced submission, brat taming, fingering, withholding orgasm, rough sex creampie, spit/drool

› word count : 2k+

🔪 what goes bump in the night?

In satin darkness you hear every breath echo throughout your body. It's oddly peaceful yet anxiety provoking, having one of your most dominant senses cut off lends to a jumpier state of body and mind. You couldn't even say it had been an accident, you'd been caught beyond red handed rifling through his study, but the punishment he suggested had left your ears burning, your heartbeat pounding through your entire body so loudly you thought he must hear it too.

For Lucifer, it's not just about the moment itself but it's replay value. Having you on your knees, in only your underwear and a blindfold is a sight that will be burned behind his eyelids for many, many millennia to come. When he proposed this exchange it was exactly for that: something to masticate again and again, savor the way humans savor exquisite bites of food. He didn't really care about you flipping through his things, he'd left the study unlocked on purpose just to see if you'd do exactly what he thought you would.

Really it was just an excuse to get you in a compromising position.

With poise he unbuttons the sleeves of his shirt, rolling them up while keeping bemused, lustful eyes locked on you. The movement of your chest with every intake of breath is particularly mesmerizing, the way the dim lights of his bedroom play across the canvas of your skin could make an artist weep.

He circles you slowly, as a predator circles prey, crimson eyes taking in each change in your breathing coupled with every twitch of your muscles as you fight to hold still. A bemused smile graces his face seeing you struggle against your nervous system, it's thrilling to keep you on your toes when you have no way to know when he'll strike.

His fingertips are icy, the barest touch of them against your shoulders makes your breathing hitch in your throat.

"Do they not teach humans basic manners anymore?" He muses, whispering the words against the shell of your ear, and you know he's crouched right behind you.

It sends a shudder quaking down your spine, your tongue running across your bottom lip as you contemplate if his question is rhetorical. Who knows if there's a punishment for guessing wrong?

"They do-"

"Ah, so you just think of yourself as above having to use them?" His voice was strangely level, you had anticipated at least a sliver of annoyance. From his footfalls you know he's standing now, resuming his pacing as if he's a carrion bird circling a hapless creature.

"Maybe I just think of myself as above you."

The sound of his palm against your cheek reached your mind before the feeling of it, a sharp heavy burn the blossoms from the impact point to radiate outward, making even your right ear feel fuzzy from the shock. You can't help the yelp that leaves you, but feel furious inside that he got you to cry like a struck beast.

What you can't see is the odd look on his face, he wants to be angry that you'd even dare to say that aloud but feels his pride stirring precisely because you did, watching your hand come to cradle your cheek. You being painfully headstrong was endearing, even stripped nearly nude and posited on your knees you would still rather flash your teeth than submit.

It makes this particular punishment all the sweeter.

"Get up." He said bluntly.

It takes you a moment, still dumbstruck that he actually laid a hand to you. Not wanting to test his patience but refusing to give even an inch you comply but take your time rising to your feet. Stretching your arms above your head, fingers laced, listening to your joints pop as you languidly move doing your best to telegraph that you don't care if you're blind and naked.

If it were anyone other than you he'd be furious, but that same amusement practically drips off his lips. Gently he grasps your hands as you bring them down from above your head, it's a dizzying contrast but you refuse to be thrown. Smirking you let yourself be led, bare feet softly padding across the floor as he pulls you forward, until stopping you by letting go and moving behind your body, hands laid on your shoulders.

You're about to throw another verbal jab at him but the words die, garbled in your throat, as he shoves you down. The upper half of your body hits the mattress, your elbows barely catching you but his forearm braced across your back keeps you held still while your legs sunk in a knelt position again, legs open awkwardly.

A whimper leaves you reflexively, fear spiking inside your brain at being so caught off guard.

"Do you think I wouldn't grab you by the scruff?" There's a hardness to his words and this time you know it's rhetorical.

His other hand caresses hot against the thin fabric of your panties, fingers running across the top hem before pressing firmly against your clit and making you nearly jump out of your skin at the contact. You gasp, breaths coming hard and shaky, letting your cheek rest against the mattress.

Little did you know it only takes one subtle sign to signal a yield to a shrewd eye.

His lips are searing against the back of your neck, it feels almost animalistic to be bent over and held down as he strokes your damp underwear. You squeeze your eyes shut, drinking it in for all its worth. The dull throb in your cheek falls away as he moves your underwear to the side, robbing your lungs of air feeling the way his fingers prod at your entrance, swirling through the arousal soaking your cunt.

You can't help the way you sigh his name, pathetically and full of longing. As two fingers slip inside you effortlessly, your own hands catch the blanket in a white knuckle grip. The way his teeth scrape against the thin skin of your neck has you keening in his hold, the muscles in your thighs clench tight, each feeling heightened by the lack of vision.

The arm across your back lets up, his hand sliding around to grope one of your bare breasts pinching the nipple cruelly just to hear you make those low, needy sounds for him. Lucifers erection presses hard against your ass from behind, making you wiggle against him and the thought of him slotted inside you has you nearly drooling.

Feeling more and more of your arousal slide down his knuckles tells him you don't need anymore prep, but he repositions you to half stand, bent over the side of the bed as you hear his buckle clicking and the sound of his slacks falling to the floor. Biting the inside of your cheek as your toes flex, curling in anticipation.

Feeling the swollen tip of his cock slide along your ass makes you suddenly dizzy, his hands groping and kneading the fat before lining up with your slick hole. He eases in surprisingly slow, letting you feel the way your walls stretch and part for him, greedily sucking him in so you can feel every vein and the slight upward curve that prods against your cervix just enough to have you crying out.

If your body could have its way you'd never let him go, but feeling him pull out only to slam back inside you hard enough to make your body jostle makes your clit throb and brain feel like it's melting. Your mouth drops open, lips catching against the fabric as you whine his name in perfect harmony with the slick squelching sounds drifting from behind you.

As his fingers dig into your hips, hard enough to bruise, you can feel your stomach fluttering and your abdomen tightening. Frantically one of your hands slips down to start roughly circling your clit but before you can reach it he's got both your arms held behind you.

"You're mistaken if you think this is for your enjoyment," he grunts, voice gravely and punctuated by the sound of his heavy balls smacking deliciously close to where you ache the hardest.

"Please-" you don't even get to beg, jerked up to stand suddenly, one leg bent still against the bed to keep you steady, with one of his arms against your belly and the other gripping your jaw harshly. Your eyes roll back, lashes catching against the blindfold, feeling his cock hit a new angle in this position.

His pace doesn't falter, even while he roughly slots two fingers inside your mouth to stop your whining. You let out a choked moan, tasting yourself on his fingers while feeling warm, thick saliva drip from the corners of your mouth.

Knowing at the moment he doesn't care about you getting off, only fucking you for self satisfaction and to completely debase you, makes a pressure build inside you so intense it feels like you could burst. It doesn't matter how much you incoherently blubber about being sorry, about wanting to cum, it all falls on deaf ears. Only harsh groans and squelches from your body answer you.

You can feel the blindfold getting damp before you realize you're crying, hiccupping around his fingers while you grab desperately onto his arm, any part of him you can reach from this position. Your legs shake, thighs screaming from holding the muscles so taught.

Before the dam bursts inside you hea forcing you back down against the bed, thrusts completely devolving into sloppy, hard, haphazard strokes and you know he's about to cum.

Sniffling and whining, ass up, you feel hot, sticky spurts of cum pumping inside you. Your sobs are muffled by the blankets you pressed your face into, each one emphasized by another rope of cum flooding you, your walls milking his cock for all he's worth as his hands keep an iron grip on your ass.

When he pulls out you feel so starkly empty it makes you shudder, not daring to move even as you feel his load start to drip out of you.

It's cruel, using you and leaving you so unsatisfied. Finally you move, shakily standing like a newborn foal as his hands yank the blindfold off. You blink, dumbstruck, against the sudden barrage of light as more tears slide down your face. Your arms wind across your chest, hugging yourself as you blink the saltwater away.

You suddenly feel horribly small against the chill of his bedroom and the shrewd look in his eyes while he dresses himself. After sliding a hand through his mussed black locks he uncuffs his dress shirt, casually making his way to the dresser and picks up a slim stack of papers.

The absurdity hits you like a freight train; you standing stark naked and shivering, skin sticky with various fluids while he looks like he just walked in from a meeting.

He shoots you a look, glancing up from the paper he's looking over, as if to say well, are you going?

Your cheek suddenly throbs again, and you feel fresh tears flood your waterline. Small, sniffling breaths are the only sound inside the bedroom as you slowly dress, hands shaking and making each article of clothing feel like a monumental chore.

Rubbing your eyes with your sleeve you softly slip out of his room, the heavy oak door shutting behind you with a soft click.

Blearily you stumble back to your room, equal parts mortified and seething as you feel cum soaking uncomfortably into your already damp panties. Gingerly you sit on your own bed, still in disbelief.

That bastard wanted you to snoop from the very beginning.

Ohhhhh this is gonna be good! Lucifer and somnophilia (on the giving end),? Any headcanons?

Hii, thankuwu for requesting this, I am a hoe for luci... I dont like mean boys but with him. I dont mind if he pushes me around a little. Hehe anyways thank you for requesting bby.

Triggers; somnophilia, dubcon, fingering.

Title; demon finger fucks human gf.

You're so pretty when you're asleep.

He walked in when you were passed out on the bed. Again he had paper work to finish off but thankfully he was able to pull through and complete them.

Lucifer looked down at you. You were passed out on the bed. Body spread out as you laid on your back. Your lips parted slightly. And your head tilted to the side. You wore nothing but a pair of panties along with one of his shirts. You looked so pretty when you were asleep.

Almost too pretty to resist. Lucifer smirked to himself as he pulled off his jacket and gloves. He crept on the bed and sat inbetween your legs.

He looked down at your panties. They were very cute. And as mean as lucifer looks, he was a sucker for cute things. He pressed a finger to your covered core. You were so soft, and warm.

Suddenly your thighs shook.

"Easy." He hummed as he held your legs apart. "I just want a little more."

He slipped his fingers inside your underwear. And rubbed against your clit. You gasped. Your eyes still closed.

Poor thing, you probably thought you were having a bad dream.

Lucifer grinned as he dipped two fingers into your cunt. Your soft walls clenching around the intrusion, trying to accommodate him.

You bit back a moan. Still unaware that Lucifer was doing these pervy things to you.

He gently curled his fingers upwards. Hitting a whole new spot. Your hips jerked slightly.

"You're so cute." He cooed as he started to thirst his fingers in and out of your pussy. "Taking my fingers so well."

He paused, a wicked thought running through his head.

"Maybe I should give you my cock instead." He smirked. His other hand moving to undo his belt.