Can We Get Mammon And C, D, And J For Your Event Please! Having A Blast Following You!

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𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚝

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𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝙾𝚏 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙾𝚠𝚗 - 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙰𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖𝓛𝒾𝓁 𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚝

I know where the heats at 😤

Hi hi, I saw someone reposted your work to be male-aligned. Are you ok with that or..??

No, definitely not, could you please let me know their @??? That’s really disrespectful, thank you for letting me know. It’d be one thing if they asked me to rewrite it male assigned, I probably would’ve had no problem doing that for them, but they really just reposted it without any permission or credit?? Yeah thats not okay. I really appreciate you letting me know, please give me their username

HI GAY

𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒪𝒻 𝓜𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒪𝓌𝓃

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗…𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝?

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝟷𝟼+ 𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢/𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝙹𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛, 𝙼𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗, 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗, 𝙱𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚣𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚋, 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚛 (𝙾𝚋𝚎𝚢 𝙼𝚎!)

It had been missing for three days now, his favorite item. Absolutely unacceptable. He needed it back now. He had grilled all of his brothers for information but it seemed none had taken it. He would never suspect it to be you who had stolen the beloved object…you’re a good girl, too good to commit such a heinous act. But to his surprise, when he walked into your room to ask if you had seen it, there you were—fucking yourself against it in total exposure.

𝓛𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓇

He didn’t say anything. This was the first time in the demon's life that he had been truly at a loss for words. Soon though, that look of confusion turned to a smirk, leaning against your doorway and waiting for you to notice his presence—but you didn’t. You were far too encapsulated with the activity of rubbing yourself against Lucifer’s favorite coat, your moans reverberating into the walls that surrounded you. Deciding that you would never come out of your pleasure coma, too focused on what you were doing to care for your surroundings, Lucifer made himself known. With a quick slam and lock of your door, you jumped out of your pleasured state, quickly rushing to cover yourself with something as your fear-stricken gaze met Lucifer’s stern one, a look you knew all too well.

“Do you care to explain yourself? I have been looking for that for three days and I didn’t even think to suspect you but here you are…using my favorite coat just to get yourself off. It’s truly pathetic”, he trailed off, walking towards you as you shook with fear, increasingly so after each step. His hand roughly grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him as he held back a chuckle at the fearful expression on your face. “If you wanted me so bad you could’ve just said something, you didn’t have to steal my things. Unfortunately, now you’ve gone too far.”

Swiftly, he pulled his coat out from underneath you and tossed it to the side before pushing you down and holding your wrists behind your back.

“Lucifer I–”, you tried to argue, to explain yourself, but you were quickly cut off by the feeling of the demon climbing on top of you and pushing your face into the sheets.

“Not another word. I wanna hear you take your punishment like a good girl. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll think about pleasuring you. But for now”, he leaned closer, whispering into your ear with such a sharp tone it made your pussy leak underneath him.

“I wanna make you scream.”

𝓜𝒶𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓃

He couldn’t move, blood red rushing into his cheeks. He wanted to look away, it felt wrong to watch you masturbate, but he couldn’t move to make himself look away. As his eyes studied your oblivious body, he realized what you were using to get yourself off. It was none other than his golden modeling award that had gone missing three days ago. He figured that Asmo had stolen it to have a mock-award ceremony with his stuffed animals again but no, it was you. You were sat on your bed, eyes closed, legs spread shamelessly as you fucked yourself open with the award. And finally, he sobered himself up enough to speak. However, still awkward.

“Uh- Mc- …can I have that back when you’re done..?”, he asked, trying to avert his eyes yet he couldn’t help but stare. You jumped, eyes meeting his with fear as you pushed the award out, covering yourself up with your hands.

“Mammon- I- I can explain!”, you stuttered, tears of embarrassment springing to your eyes.

And suddenly, any feeling of awkwardness or embarrassment he had faded. That look of fear and shock in your eyes set a fire in him. Every instinct in his body went off and he felt a growl shake in his throat, his demon form overtaking him subconsciously. By the time he realized what was happening, he didn’t want to go back.

“You don’t gotta explain, darlin’. But that little award won’t compare to me in the slightest, no matter how hard you fuck yourself with it.”

Without another glance, he manhandled you to sit on the edge of your bed, sinking down onto his knees in front of you, looking up with an almost predatory gaze that could rival Lucifer’s.

“Now how about instead of using my modeling award to fuck yourself, I show you just how much better I am”, He placed a kiss above your clit, watching as your pussy twitched and smirking with your gasp. “And how much better my tongue is.”

𝒮𝒶𝓉𝒶𝓃

There was absolutely no shock 0n Satan’s face or even in his mind as he opened your door to find you in a not-so-favorable position. While he hadn’t expected it to be you who had taken the tie, the fact that it was did not come as a surprise. In fact, he was rather amused by the sight of you. You had one hand in your shorts, working vigorously to get yourself off as the other tightened his tie around your neck, asphyxiating you while surrounding you with the scent of him. It was adorable, really, yet far too dangerous. He wouldn’t be in good conscience if he let you continue…well, at least not without some help.

He quietly closed and locked your bedroom door before faking a cough, smirking as he watched you spring up to look at him. “That’s hardly safe, kitty. You could’ve hurt yourself”, Satan scolds, a cheshire smile on his face.

You quickly pulled the tie from around your neck and hid your face in your hands, embarrassment overtaking you. “You weren’t supposed to see this”, you mumbled, flustered tears making it quiver.

“Oh honey, if you truly didn’t want me to find out, you wouldn’t have taken something dear to me”, he sucked his teeth, taking the tie from you and pulling your hands from your face, using the fabric to tie them together before securing them to the bedframe. He gave you his signature smirk before climbing on top of you, a hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing.

“If you wanted me to choke you, sweetheart, you just had to ask.”

𝓑𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓏𝑒𝒷𝓊𝒷

With how much he eats, Beelzebub needs to maintain his intense workout regimen to keep himself healthy. However, Beelzebub absolutely refuses to work out unless he has his special workout shirt, a bright red tank top with a duck on it. It sounds childish and stupid but he’s worn that shirt to every deadlifting championship he’d ever been to. And not a single time had he lost. He had just one problem though, his special workout shirt was nowhere to be found. He had checked everywhere but it was gone. He had checked with Lucifer, he hadn’t secretly washed it again, so where could it be? With a frown, he dragged his feet up to your room and opened your door. And low and behold, there was his shirt. But with the sight of you, the shirt was the least of his concerns. The shirt was pressed under your nose as you inhaled the scent of him, two fingers pumping into your hole, the schlik sound from it echoing in your room. The smell of arousal was thick in the air and fuck, he couldn’t resist it anymore.

“Fuck, Mc, I was gonna ask for help with my shirt but I couldn’t care less about that right now. Let me fucking devour you”, he demanded with a growl, slamming the door behind him and climbing into your bed, forcing your legs open before you could react.

“B-Beel- I can explain-”, you tried to speak, to apologize, but nothing you had to say mattered at that moment.

“Just shut up Mc, keep the fucking shirt for all I care. I just wanna fucking eat you out. Now shut up and take it.”

And with a hand to your mouth, the other pulling your legs apart, before making good on his promise to absolutely devour you, shirt long forgotten by the both of you.

𝓑𝑒𝓁𝓅𝒽𝑒𝑔𝑜𝓇

On three days with no sleep, everything felt like absolute hell. He wanted to go to bed so bad but he just couldn’t, not without his pillow. He’s looked everywhere, interrogated every one of his brothers and he found absolutely nothing. It was like his favorite pillow had gotten up and walked away. One night, he fell asleep hugging it and the next morning, it had disappeared entirely. The only person he hadn’t asked about it was you. But he knew he didn’t need to, you would never steal something so dear to him, right? So, with exhaustion pulling at his face, he decided that he’d try to sleep in your room tonight, hoping your presence would comfort him enough to allow him slumber.

Rubbing his eye, he pushed your door open. “Mc, can I sleep in your bed toni-”, but he was quick to cut himself off at the sight of you on your bed, grinding your sopping pussy against his beloved pillow. Any feelings of tiredness left his body at that moment as a lustful rage consumed him.

“So that’s where my pillows been, huh? You dirty girl, depriving me of my sleep so you could get your pathetic self off.” He stormed over to you before you could process what was happening and ripped the pillow out from under you with a growl. In seconds, still, before you could think, you were pinned down over his knee. You gasped at the rudeness of it all. “W-wait Belphie I’m sorry-!”, you tried to grovel but to no avail. Belphie was angry. And by the gods which threw him from heaven, he was fucking horny.

“Sorry can’t fucking save you now, little girl. I’m gonna make you and your slutty little pussy regret keeping me up this long.”

And with a sharp hit to your ass that immediately caused a tear to fall, you knew you’d be in deep for a long time. And the best part was, you didn’t feel sorry at all.

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @violetdahlias

Heyyy I have a request for the alphabet series, if it's not a bother.

It cold be barbatos or satan letters K, T and D

Thanks

K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Pet play, d/s dynamics, sadism, bondage, roleplay, predator/prey dynamics

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Satan has a couple of fleshlights and things like that for himself but he mainly prefers your pussy so he doesn’t often use them. He has a bunch of toys meant for you though, as well as various ropes and handcuffs

D: Dirty Secret

Satan presents as very dominant and he typically is. He loves to take control of you and make you dumb on his cock. But just one time, he’d like to know what being dominated by you feels like. He wants to brat off and see if you’ll put him in his place. He wants to know what it feels like to lose control, just one time

It doesn’t matter if nobody got me cuz I got me and Taylor Swift got me and it’s me and blondie against the world

When you drink water for the first time in a month and you can feel every vein in your body