thinking about beelzebub. he hasn’t ever cum properly, always getting to his peak and stopping. you, however, keep going. his stomach feels hot, breathing speeding up while you got him to the edge, a thick load of milky white cum spilling all over your hand.

A Bit Too Rough - Beelzebub and Diavolo

Request: hey gorgeous ! <3 i was wondering if i could request some writing about beelezbub or diavolo and a gn or fem mc and rough oral? or like deepthroating? the scenario is yours from there, whether it’s mc getting stuck under a desk, punished, etc? :)

A/N: I’ll do both!! I like these so i hope you do too!! I always feel like its been so long when I write and that makes my mood plummet but then i read the comments and reblogs over my other works and im like !!!

Beelzebub:

• Beelzebub is insatiable in every sense of the way. He can never have enough; he can never be full and that feels like a curse on its own. Many think that it’s just hunger that affects him, but it’s everything. It’s how he wants to do it all. How he feels as if he needs to do it all. It’s you being by him and kissing him, and never being satisfied when you pull away. It’s him never wanting to let go of you when you grind above him smiling into the kiss. When you do pull away, he’s left hungry, starving as if he has never had the pleasure to ever consume what he wanted. He’s chasing after your lips, bringing you back into a kiss, feeling your shortened breaths, how you mumble his name through meshed lips. Feeling the way that you nip at him in an attempt to breathe and he’s apologizing, kissing at your neck and playing with the hem of your clothes. You’re pulling him close with his shirt that’s moist with sweat. He’s leaned against his bedroom wall, a hand searching blindly for the lock on the door and clicking it shut. His breath fans over your neck, pressing long, heavy kisses against you, suckling osftly on your senstive skin watching as your body squirms and arches towards him.
• Your hands search for his waistband, dipping towards his crotch where you grab at his concealed erection. A hand holds you by the waist, nails scratching at the little skin that is visible between your shirt and your shorts. He breathes your name out like sin, hungry and wet as he tries to satisfy himself by just hearing the noises that you make every time he kisses your neck. You pull away and he lets out a scoff, trying to get you back to him, only to let you fall when you stand on your knees with your hands running up and down his thighs. The confines of his shorts grow tighter, unbearable even and he fears that he’ll have to buy a new pair if you don’t stop teasing him. His clothes pool around his ankles and he’s quick to kick them off to some far part of the room. Your hands touch his skin, curving around his thigh, and grabbing at his erection from the base. Pre-arousal drips out of him in gossamer strands, connecting thinly to his slit until they stain the floor beneath him.
• His cockhead is thick enough on its own, the detailed tip lined with rides that you lick so eagerly, swirling your tongue over the slit and drinking in his semen. Your lips purse around his slit in a kiss and you suckle sweetly, cheeks hollowing just around his tip and it has him bucking into your mouth. Past his cockhed enters you without much warning, and you choke around him, coughing and pulling away as you look up at him with a smile that tells him he has nothing to worry about. Spit dribbles out the corner of your lips and your eyes shine with fresh tears. He has to calm himself. You’re already down on your knees on your violation, holding his shaft in your hand and pleasuring him. Your hand can hardly wrap around him, his girth bulging out and thickening around his curve. Your mouth wraps around his backing, cheeks bulging out as you peek up at him, pulling them deeper into your mouth. Suction noises fill the room and covering his mouth with his hand, begging under muffled breath that it feels too good, and to just suck on him. You pop him out of your mouth and your hand holds onto his thigh, and you give him a wide grin, your chin wet with spit.
• Taking all of him is hard work. He curves and bulges out, the bumps that line down his cock, the swelling so near the tip stretching your mouth in a way that you voiced your concerns that your lips would split or jaw would break. He kissed away your concerns, but he always wondered if he’d even stop if you were in pain. Would he contain past your cry and slapping of his bare thigh? He’s certain that he would. Not out of malice, but just too stuck on searching for his own high. He’s lived a long time, and in the amount of years and partners that he has had, they can never hope to compare to you. He’s already so close when your mouth takes him, going down section by section. He can feel the graze of your teeth tickle at his cock, meeting every bump and vein with a sharp kiss. He holds the back of your head, taking short and labored breaths with every inch of cock that disappears down your throat. Your mouth is full, already bulging and he’s barely past halfway when you’ve stopped, choking and bobbing your head, tongue swirling on the underside of his cock.
• With the sounds that you’re already making, he knows he has to calm himself. He knows that he should be kind to you; treat you like you are porcelain, but he can’t help himself. It won’t be long, he’s already reaching his high, but you’re much too slow. His hand holds the crown of your head, hair knitted between his fingers and can feel the short, shuddering stop of your breath, and your eyes that peer past your lashes. With eyes glazed over, he smiles down at you, and bucks his hips forward. You gag, a wet sound that fills his ears and echoes in his head. Your mouth is still small, something of you that can’t be stretched like your sex, and it feels so good to feel that resistance, to feel your throat close around him. He thrusts quickly, meeting you at a fast pace that you aren’t quite ready for. This is mean of him, but he can’t stop, he’s insatiable, he just has to reach his high once and then he’ll pull away. He just needs to commit how you wrap so tight around him, how you choke and gag because of him, how you cry and look up at him with tears and a flushed face. Your hand meets his and he quickly intertwines with you, holding and feeling every squeeze of your hand while you cry beneath him, drool falling onto your chest, and making it that much easier to slip further down your throat. He holds himself still, buried to the hilt, seeing how your eyes close tightly and finally he pulls out, spit and semen connecting to your tongue. You cough harshly, rattling your ribs and spraying spit and seed onto the floor. He lifts you with ease and you run your nose along his collarbone, your hand curving around his neck and hiding your reddened face. He lays you on the bed, already making work of removing your shorts, and tongue already entering your entrance at a fast pace.

Diavolo:

• There’s far too much paperwork to be done, least of all finished today and as the clock ticks closer and closer to midnight, Diavolo is already exhausted, leaning back onto his chair, legs spread and hand covering his eyes. He wonders for a brief moment if having an assistant would be a good investment. The door to his office opens and by your footsteps, he can tell that it’s you. You talk without asking him what’s gotten him in such a sorrowful position, and perhaps it’s because you already know. It’s not as if he prefers to be locked up in his office. Your hands curve over his shoulders, and your nose brushes along his cheek. His hand drags down his face and you move back, and he can feel your breath against his knuckles as he turns to look at you. Your smile isn’t soft, it isn’t the usual giddiness that you have when you see him- it’s different, more perverse if he were to guess.
• Before he’s able to ask you a question, you’ve scampered beneath his desk, your hands on his clothed thighs and energy surges through him. His pants pool around his ankles and before his briefs can join, your hands slide up his bare thighs with your fingertips under the dark cloth. You kiss at his thighs, soft, and quick, peppering upwards, your nose brushing along his base as you kiss at his package. You’ve nestled at his cock, kissing it through the cloth as your hands cup over his pubic bone. He’s already hard, pre-arousal staining his briefs in a dark color that’s barely able to be differentiated. He’s calling your name and your hand cups around his shaft, messily jerking him off as he tips his head back. The pleasure is weak, but compared to his stress, he’s letting out heavy breaths, hoping that it’ll urge you to quicken your pace, to finally take him in your warm mouth.
• He knows that he’s bigger than average- bigger than the average human and demon. He’s an intimidating size and he isn’t shy about it, he’s proud in a humble way, smiling softly at you, watching as you press your lips against the cloth, looking up at him with such an amorous gaze. His hand tucks under your chin, and with a soft raise, you’re looking up at him. You’re teasing him and it’s so cruel of you. All of this light touches just to get him riled up, to buck into your touch and beg for you. You know his position, just how much power he truly has. He’s a demon born, feared and powerful, and yet, you’re the one who acts like you’re in control. He calls your name in a warning tone, tutting at you for playing with him, and when he leans back to his chair, your hands are making quick work to remove him of his clothes. He springs in front of you, his erection leaking with pearlescent beads that glint under the light of his office and you’re quick to kiss at his cock, worshiping it like he should be. You take it in your hands to kiss him, to have the flat of your tongue leave a wet strip from his package to his slit where the arousal slides down your throat in honeyed strands. You make a noise of approval, smiling and taking his tip into your mouth to taste him once more.
• Your lips wrap around his head in a kiss and you pull back, kissing down his shaft, tongue tracing over the ridges and bumps, and he’s looking down at you with a soft, waiting smile. The tip of your tongue traces over his veins, a hand wrapped around his base- or at least what you can fit into your palm. He calls your name and you squeeze your hand around him in acknowledgement, moving back to his cockhead, and when you look back up at him, your eyes widen when his palm meets the back of your head in a firm hold. You suck in a quick breath and quickly, he guides you down his cock, taking every section, every inch and ridge, pushing past the sweet, gagging noises that you make. It’s such an ugly, erotic sound that it only pushes you further down his cock.
• There was a time when you looked at him with awe, and his cock with fear, wondering how you could ever fit him inside of you, and he made sure with proper care, that he would fit inch by inch, feeling your entrance tighten around him as you squealed, pinching your nails into his skin, muttering about how it hurts, but he never wanted to pull out, he’d just rub your sex and kissed you until you were shaking under him. Now is no different. You gag and cry, tears and drool sticking to your skin and not once does he catch your eye. Diavolo guides your movements, making sure that you take a little bit more of him with every thrust. He’s sure that if you were on your back, he’d be able to see the outline of his cock in your throat, bulging and pushing past what should be normal. The pace isn’t quick, but he certainly is the one who is in control, pushing you further and further your limits, cursing under his breath as your nails scratch into his thighs and he keeps you buried, your nose pressed against his pubic mound, teeth bared and grounded as he releases his seed into your mouth, and it burns down your throat. When you pull away, your face is flushed and wet with tears, drool, and arousal. You cough and his seed spits onto the floor. You sound ragged. Under the desk, you sit in an awkward position with your legs spread and taking heavy breaths as drool drips onto your shirt. And he can smell your own arousal, can practically hear how your sex beats in anticipation for something more.

DIRTY TALKING HEADCANONS | OBEY ME

warnings… VERY VERY EXPLICIT IDK WHAT GOT INTO ME, vaginal sex, creampie, dirty dirty talking, female pet names, groping, squirting w/Satan—, cervix kisses w/Beel—

characters… obey me brothers x female bodied reader without pronouns but female orientated pet names

a.n… basically more of a drabble rather than headcanon

main masterlist

LUCIFER

“You’re so wet already, darling” one of his strong arms wrapped around your middle right below your breasts, while the other goes down to slide his fingers through around your dripping folds.

Lucifer likes to emphasize the obvious, making comments that leave you whining.

“Would you like my fingers?” his fingertip prodding at your entrance feeling your walls try to suck him in, “or would you rather if i used my cock?”

You can’t help but whine and beg him for the latter, leaning your back back on his strong chest, your quivering thighs sore from being knelt on the bed.

He chuckles, “very well” his cock sliding over your folds, collecting your slick before plunging into your pussy, spasming from the stretch of his thick shaft.

Lucifer can get quite vocal, burying his face on your nape, grunting low on your skin, feeling the rumble of his chest and the shift of his hips bringing you upwards with him.

“So perfect for me, you’re doing it so well, my love” his praises sending a new wave of arousal on you, feeling your walls clench as he grunts loud.

Holding your hips on his lap, Lucifer brings your body to meet his thrusts, choked cries escaping from you as his cock reach deeper, your orgasm washing you over without warning.

“Ah, yes, cum on my cock” Lucifer groans one last time before bringing your hips down flush with his, his seed spilling inside your pussy, fucking it back inside with his tip.

MAMMON

At first, Mammon being vocal caught you off guard, the way his lips tremble when the tip of his cock slides inside your wet walls, grunting and mumbling praises with his head thrown back.

“Fuck baby, yes, so good”

He’s more about being too pussydrunk to think properly, your walls clenching around him like a vice.

His hands are all over you, holding your ass apart to see the way his slick coated cock slides inside your pussy, “fuck, that’s so hot” he whines.

“You feel so good baby, fuck—” his high pitched whines mixing with your own screams muffled by the pillow, your lower half held up by his strong arms while his heavy balls slap on your clit with each smack of his hips as you bring a hand underneath to spread your lips apart and feel the added pleasure in your clit.

A symphony of ah’s and curses spilled from red puffy lips.

“I’m going to cum” he sobs, falling on your back and fondling your breasts as leverage to push your body back meeting his hard thrusts.

“Yes, yes, fucking take it, hah” he whines again, breathless as you feel his cock twitching inside, thick and warm ropes of cum spurting inside of you as he slowly slips out, his cum coated tip smearing it all over your drenched folds and catching on your clit making you curl your toes and cum with a loud moan.

LEVI

He’s not too vocal at first, his quiet sobs and moans when he first slips inside of your cunt, raising in volume as he picks up his pace, fucking you harder against the mattress.

More like Mammon, Levi can’t form coherent words or thoughts, not when you are wrapped around him so tightly he feels like he could die.

His nails digging into your skin, the slapping sounds of his hips smacking on your ass, much louder than his own voice, mumbled and barely audible cursed and a string of yes’

“So good, ah fuck” he can’t help but whine about how good you feel “I’m going to—, ngh”

Resting both of his hands on your waist, Levi uses them to thrust in faster, sloppily and so messy, “please, please, please, I’m going to cum” he sobs, tears pooling in his eyes at the intensity of your pussy sucking him.

“Ah, fuck— cum, please cum”

Levi loved to feel you cum with him, holding it back as much as he could only to spill his load in your spasming cunt, his fingers coming down to rub on your clit as you cling onto him and beg him to fill you up once more.

SATAN

With your back pressed on his chest, Satan can’t actually see your face blushing from his explicit words whispered on your nape, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as your body jolts upwards with each hard slap of his hips against your ass, his cock buried deeper inside of your walls from the how your thighs were stretched around his.

“What a good girl, taking my cock so well” he praises and you whine, sliding your hands down your abdomen reaching for your soaked pussy.

“Do you want me to touch your clit, hm?” he asks with a grin, as if you were able to talk with his cock hammering your insides so good, his tip rubbing all the spots he knew perfectly made you scream the most.

Satan likes to know how good he’s making you feel, a simple nod of your head is enough for him to switch positions and do it all over again.

“Anything for my princess” his fingers now replacing your own while he rubs hard circles on your throbbing clit, your toes curling and head thrown back resting on his shoulder “do you like that, baby?” his thrusts now erratically pounding into you “do you like it when I touch you and you bounce on my cock?”

“Fuck, you feel so good, so fucking tight” licking a strip down your neck and over your shoulder you couldn’t help but scream and squirt from being overstimulated from everywhere, your juices tricking down your legs and on to the bedsheets with a choked sob, Satan following you shortly behind.

“That’s my baby, making such a fucking mess”

ASMO

The sweet honeyed words slipping past Asmo’s lips are enough to have you panting and clinging to his shoulders as his thumb rubs on your clit and fingers press on your dripping cunt.

“Does that feel good, my love?” his soft lips tickling on your belly as he whispers those words.

Asmo always knows when and what to say to have you all aroused.

Warm tears threaten to fall from your eyes at the intensity of his words and his fingers toying with your clit, licking a strip from your slit and up your throbbing bundle of nerves.

“You taste so good” he whispers joyfully with his lips still attached to you.

“Open your mouth” you whine as his tongue makes contact with yours, tangling and sharing the taste of your juices on your mouth, his hands now resting on your thighs spreading them apart and around his shoulders, the tip of his cock teasing on your soaking entrance before pressing in steadily, stretching your warm walls.

“So good my love, you look beautiful”

Asmo might be experienced, but nothing will ever compare to having you under or on top of him, no one would ever compare to you, so he takes his time praising you in between kisses, fingertips dancing on your skin as his cock brings you closer to your orgasm.

He only cums when you do, bringing your knees almost beside your shoulders, feeling your cunt clench around him, his thrusts turning sloppy with high pitched whines escaping his lips, hips rutting wildly, riding out his high with his seed coating your insides.

BEEL

Can’t help but mumble about how good you feel, with your fingernails digging into the sweaty skin of his shoulder blades.

His hot breath faning on the skin of your neck where he hides his face, hands tightly holding your waist as his cock slowly slips inside your wet pussy, “fuck yes baby, your so tight around my cock”

“hah—yes, you’re so wet” he groans, pressing his tongue flat on the side of you neck, licking a strip down your shoulder where he sucks a mark, his chest rumbling as he hovers over you, mouth parted, panting at the sight of your glossy eyes.

He is more about complimenting the feeling of your pussy than actually moaning.

Breathless getting on his knees and leaning back, his thurst getting unsteady feeling his orgasm aproach, mesmerized by the look of your cunt stretched out by his thick cock he can’t help and thrust harder, heavy balls slapping on your ass, the squelching sounds louder than your screams of pleasure, “fuck, i want you to cum on my cock”

Watching your body quivering, his fingers dig harder on your waist, raising you from the bed and arching your back to angle his cock so it’s kissing your cervix on each thrust, your eyes rolling back into your skull, toes curling as he steadies his movements, his hips flush against yours as he spills his cum as deep as he can with a breathy “fuck” as your spasming cunt sucks him dry.

BELPHIE

“Bet that felt good, huh” he chucked, giving a particularly hard thrust, feeling your cunt clench around him “you’re squeezing me so hard, do you love my cock that much?”

His palm coming down softly on the fat of your ass only to watch it jiggle as you whine, body flat on the bed laying on your back while the demon mounts you from behind, his legs around your hips as his cock rubs on your g-spot with every thrust.

“Hah, you got wetter, i knew you liked when i talk dirty to you” shaking your head you try to deny it, babbling incoherently but he leans forward to rest a hand on your waist pushing you further into the mattress, his hips changing the angle reaching deeper making you scream instead and hide your face in the pillows, your knees bending, trembling while your cunt spasms as you cum.

“Fuck, yes, I’m going to cum too” he groans throwing his head back, your wet pussy swallowing him whole making him see dark spots behind his eyelids.

“Do you want me to cum in you?” Belphie is not waiting for an answer, his rapid pounding contrasting with his sweet voice.

One last thrust with his body falling on top of yours, his hips grinding on your ass while his cock twitches and spurts thick ropes of cum inside of you.