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Wait lol tis I again for the third time sorry

Can I request a continuation of the drunk truths: Mammon reacting to MC (not that they weren't already) being noticeably soft and loving on him after his confession

Answering this real quick since new Mammon soon <3

It was that night, the grand palace full with the citizens of Tartaros drinking, laughing and carrying on...did the King who has everything at his fingertips confess his deepest worries to MC. It was so sudden, out of the blue as they sat at the table nursing their drink when he said "If you wanted to throw me away because I lost value, I'd change myself so you'd cherish me again."

MC sat for a moment to process what he meant. The longing in his eyes, the somber tone of his usual jubilant voice. Had they done something to make him feel this way? Maybe they mentioned a phrase or an expression that confused him. Either way they never wanted Mammon to feel worthless. Never.

From then on, MC did their best to check up on Mammon every day. Bring him coffee or tea when working long hours. Help prepare meals and snacks even though he had cooks for that. Help with various chores or even take a class or two of accounting from Bimet in order to help Mammon balance some expenses and savings of all his gold.

Even when it came to intimacy, MC would shower him with words of praise or reassurance. More creative pet names tailored just for him. More cuddling in silence rather than the frequent sex (though that was still included since Mammon couldn't hold himself back from all the affection).

He noticed it all. A strange feeling of his heart skipping a beat as he observed MC's drive and determination to make sure he was loved. He couldn't stop his emotions from swelling, something he wasn't used to even when he was just a child devil. With his cup running over, he tries his best to give back the affection. For once he doesn't just buy MC what they want, he spends more time with them. He pauses his duties or asks Bimet to handle them while he pampers MC to the fullest. Spa days, a quiet lunch, even a mid day nap date in his bedroom with the curtains drawn.

He doesn't question why they're doing this, as he is fully aware of what he said when he was drunk that one night. He said it so freely he imagined it would do nothing but chase them off. But they stayed, they put in more effort than they already put in. And with this he knew...MC would never dispose of him, no matter how he felt about himself on his bad days of self doubt.

MC's love was better than any currency he could obtain.

*divider credits to @/omkookie

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Getting gangbanged by the lesser angels.

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, Gangbang, filth, 5 on 1, MC gets her pussy stuffed.

Normal thoughts be damned, I'm thinking about MC being kidnapped by ‘Lesser angels’. Everyone in Hell is looking glum and depressed, thinking that she's being tortured to death in heaven. MEANWHILE She's getting her brains fucked out of her skull and living out her biggest slut fantasies. 

MC’s drooling like a dog, her mouth stuffed with Armisael’s pretty cock. Sucking on it, spit drips down her chin every time he thrusts it in deeper and makes her gag. The blonde angel strokes her pretty hair running his fingers through it, before his hands return to her cheeks to hold them. He uses her mouth to get himself off, whispering some little curses along with words of encouragement for her, to let her know what a dirty little human she is.

Camael is the one who snatched her away and brought her here. He’s occupying himself by fucking her from the back, Holding her hips with firm hands. His nails dig lightly into her skin as he pulls out, teasingly pushing back into her at a slow pace. Her juices drip down her thighs, combined with his cum which slowly seeps out of her stuffed pussy. ‘You’re so beautiful, Daughter of Solomon’ He hums out in-between breaths, 

Rashiel is fucking his big girthy cock between her tits. He holds his hand over his cock while he thrusts it against her chest, and holy shit was he a girth master. If MC didn’t already have her mouth full of cock she would be gawking at him. He didn't have one of the longest, but it was still one of the widest cocks she's ever seen. Did God make all angels have huge cocks on purpose? Probably. MC’s eyes roll back just by the feeling of Rashiel rubbing it between her tits, Her brain automatically fantasizing about sliding his big cock into her pussy. 

Snapped out of her slutty thoughts by Zeruel, MC’s pupils dilate as she catches a glimpse of him. He is huge and when I tell you he's huge, I mean he’s the second largest angel in heaven. His shirt clings tightly to his muscular chest. It doesn’t take long before MC feels something big and hard being placed into her hand. 

The angels continue playing with her, Touching her nipples, spanking her, pulling her hair back, stuffing her pussy over and over again. All of them are finishing either inside of her or on her.

Luckily for MC, Zeruel finishes on her face rather than in her pussy despite having her jerk him off with her cute little hand. He gives her face a generous dose of the angel cum she's been fantasizing about this whole time. 

Michelleel is more like a stuck-up prude at first, but eventually he joins in and has MC jerk him off with her other hand. Morals be damned, who’s going to punish him for sinning aside from Gabriel? He pushes his cock into MC’s mouth once Armisael is done using her throat, and MC recognizes him as the green haired angel Leraye told her about once.

All of them have been pussy deprived for centuries, and now they're all curious about sex. They make MC cum as many times as possible, overstimulating her entire body once they find out what a clitoris is and what feels good for her. 

The sloppy aftercare later is very cute tho <3

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You got anny Mammon stuff in the works? c:

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unfortunately nothing worthy of anything more than a ramble </3

but mostly i've been thinking about starting some sort of sugar baby situation with him. it's personally how i view any "more than friends, not quite lovers," relationship with him would go. guilt would be inevitable with the way he just shells money out without care - to me, at least - so the least someone could do was give him some sort of compensation.

it'd start with a joke. "oh, my god, mammon! i could suck your dick," or something like that after he bought you something you've been eyeing for a while. he'd chuckle, gently palm just above where your ass started to curve out, and flash you a smile before answering with "that can be arranged, if you'd like, master."

you fluster, but it's not as though the comment is unexpected. all the citizens of hell were very open about their attraction to you even if you were hesitant to go any further than a quick fuck for energy. the response you give him is a half-hearted hum that makes his grin grow further.

hey, are you free?

a few days later, you send him the simple text. your heart is going a little faster than usual even though you know there's no need for you to worry - but you can't help it. you'd spent a half hour trial-and-erroring getting the perfect few pictures. there were at least a couple dozen photos in your recently deleted that left only a select few sitting in your hidden folder.

for you? of course :)

i wanted to thank you, properly

oh?

the lilt in his voice was practically ringing in your ears. if you closed your eyes and let your mind wander, you could see the way his head tilted in the direction of his one horn with pursed lips.

fuck. if that wasn't a mental image that made your thighs rub against each other.

you're alone?

i am now

your fingers move on autopilot as you select the five photos that remain, pressing send as your free hand slips its way between your thighs.

only one of the pictures you sent were solely focused on your ass. you had set the camera on a timer, spreading both globes with a hand to give him a good view of your glistening cunt. in your usually puckered hole was a gold plug; a gift for yourself after mammon had given you particularly large sum of money for no apparent reason.

you could still feel your wetness dripping between your thighs, creating a stickier mess between your folds and crevice of your ass. idly, your fingers collect the spend before circling around your clit.

oh

mammon's chat bubble rises and disappears repeatedly for only a few moments before finally sending a video - a very long one - of his own.

his hand pumped up and down his cock, thumb running over the tip to collect thick rivulets of pre to coat the shaft. he's letting out quite pants as he repeats the motions like clockwork, occasionally giving it a tight squeeze just to make his breath hitch.

it doesn't take long before your fingers are pumping in and out of your sex at the same pace he fucks into his hand. your breath catches in your chest with a whine when the disappointment of not feeling him thrust in and out of your walls.

can i expect something like this everytime i give you something?

if you come over now, then sure

im omw then

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is there not an easier way to block users on sideblogs? weird.

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shitposting about kinks you dont have is funny, but beware

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Incorrect WHB - Satan 1

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omgggg >_< your bael and beel ovi fics are so !!!! YAY! i want my gfs to put eggs in me.

aww tysm anon ^^ dp with beel, bael, and both of their clutches would make me right

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writing that bael piece was a terrible decision. i'm being plagued by thoughts of being filled with beel and bael's (fem or masc, i don't care) eggs.

beel's clutch would be larger not only due to her position as queen, but also because it's not a part of bael's natural biology to produce them. bael’s would be duds the thickness of an apple and beel’s would need to be fertilized to grow any larger than a grapefruit. both clutches would be creamy white and oblong, much like an actual fly's egg.

bael would be the first to deposit her eggs. she's gentle and has more self-control than the queen, taking more time in working you open— both your cunt and cervix— until you're able to comfortably take her fist. while she rocks her fist in and out, she'd be kissing at and around your clit and folds encouragingly until she thinks you're able to take her cock.

her control would slip once she's finally buried hilt-deep inside you. in and out, in and out, she would feel the way her clutch would try dropping down her canal and into her dick, shocking you both with a noticeable bulge at the base.

she'd flinch at the way you'd tighten around her. the bulge would push its way up her length before catching at the head. thrust, thrust, thrust, you'd both cry out at the way the egg would drop itself from her dick and fall against your cervix. the longer she goes on, the further it gets pushed through.

the egg wouldn't drop inside your womb until the second egg joins it and the second doesn't pass through until the third joins and it doesn't pass through until the fourth and—

bael releases fifteen eggs inside your cunt, each pushing the last forward until the last. she has to pull herself out and finger the sac inside with its siblings, helping the pulsing of your walls drag it further in.

she'd lay with you while you kept the eggs buried in your womb. occasionally, her hand would drift down to your clit and she'd dutifully begin circling it until you'd come. the other would palm over the bulges in your stomach, ignoring her rising urge to deposit another (then another, and another, and another) clutch within you, thumbing at the individual ends of each egg much to your excitement and stimulation.

when it's finally time for you to push the eggs out— after a day of keeping them in, supposedly to get you used to the feeling and weight. she'd fucked you full of come throughout until the individual eggs were near invisible—, bael fucks every one back into you. she laps around your cunt, your clit, your folds, and below just to collect your come on her tongue for her own pleasure.

(it takes hours for you to lay the clutch. you feel like you've been licked and fucked raw from the inside out, left twitching even after she soaks with you in a bath and lays you down in bed.)

beel is more enthusiastic when bael finally lets her get her hands on you. she eats you out until you're sobbing and keeps her hand on your stomach the entire time she fucks into you.

her come is thicker when she finally releases her clutch, the head cock beating against your cervix and easily depositing her eggs inside your womb. your walls tightened with each one, keeping you stretched from the first as they kept falling one after the other.

she suckles at your breasts as she pushes the eggs down her length. her hips jerk against yours the longer she goes on, and on, and on, until all thirty of her clutch is within your womb.

her eggs combined with her come leave you breathing heavy with a bulging stomach. you're filled faster than how bael had treated you, sobs and unintelligible sounds leave you clawing at her scalp when she drags her way down from your breasts to your belly.

it's a tight fit, but it's what you wanted, isn't it? beel seems to taunt you, bone-achingly slow in the way she pulls herself out, lifting your hips to try and slow the trickle of come that leaks from your sex. you don't want to waste anything? you wanna make it easier to take both their clutches, don't you?

you did, and you will. you just needed a little more practice.

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ough i love your fem demons stuff so much

ahh tysm anon :)

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minors and ageless blogs, do not interact. 570 words. (whb) fem! bael/afab! reader. bael has both a vagina and a ovipositor. it's referred to as a dick and no eggs are involved.

It was a terrible decision that Bael made in hindsight.

The pencil skirt you wore was tight, digging into the fat of your thighs and fat of your stomach more than any of your others did. You smelled overly sweet, but not sickeningly so, and it was too clear. You weren't wearing panties and the overwhelming scent of sex is what greeted Bael before you were able to, as she was sure it did a hundred other devils between your shared room and the queen's office.

She should've turned you away before you could sit yourself on her thigh and kiss along her jaw and neck. Your hand rubbed along her stomach while you watched her down the bottle, moving down until your fingers down until they caught on the waist of her pants, untucking her shirt to try and slip your fingers down lower.

Maybe that's how Bael found herself with her hands white-knuckled on your shoulders, tongue laving itself over your pebbled nipple or teeth biting the swell of your breast. You bounce yourself dutifully on her cock, the ridges that spiraled along the length making you whine and cry into the crown on her head.

One of your hands that supported yourself on her thighs trailed up to where you were joined. Bael was just as drenched as you, she could feel as much when you had no issue sliding a finger inside her cunt. She jolts, hips thrusting up and nearly bucking you off.

A second, then third finger joins the first. The little self-restraint she holds keeps her biting your tits off, forcing her mouth to redirect itself into capturing yours in a kiss that was mostly teeth.

Bael is quick to reach her climax when your fingers more furiously dive in and out of her sex. Her come is thin and watery, but it comes out plentifully. In her white haze, she drops her hand against your clit and rubs at it while you grind your hips against the base of her cock, the added sensation and feeling of her spines rubbing against the textured spot buried within your walls.

When you come and slump against her, her load is finally coming to an end. Bael's hands rub up and down your back as you come down from your high, eyes staring down at the piles and piles of paperwork on her desk.

Your kissing along her jaw again gets her to pick you up with one arm under your ass while the other swipes everything off. Your already airy laugh turns into a gasp at the way her cock moves within your sex as she stands.

Bael drops you onto the desk as the papers go flying about the room. It took her pulling her hips back and plunging herself back with more force than she'd usually give. She silences your wanton cries with another open-mouthed, drooly kiss as she sets a more brutal pace. It feels like she's stabbing her ovipositor deep inside your womb and pushing her come past the tight hole of your cervix.

She leaves you speared on her cock while she returns to her work, forcing your hips still whenever you became restless, her onslaught of fucking only ending when your mindless babbling quiets into more tears buried into her shoulder several rounds later.

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“Get a load of this guy” likeee I’m trying!!!!!!!!!

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kissing and licking your tummy just above your boxers btw. if you even care

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Oh to share a joint with someone while sitting pretty on their dick

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too lazy to masturbate can you do it for me

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me deciding i have to draw a different model meme after saying i was sick of seeing the sunburn one every .2 secs on twitter