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Diavolo's Kinktober 2024: Being Fucked on his Throne

Being fucked on his throne

Pronouns: She/Her

Walking into the throne room, the door shut with a soft click behind Diavolo and MC. MC looks around at the walls and ceilings, which are decorated with intricate designs. In the middle of the room, a throne with golden patterns laced along the wood can be seen. MC walks toward it, her fingers tracing the chair as she circles around it to examine it.

“This room is massive,” MC says more to herself as she takes in the surroundings. Her gaze lands on her sweet redhead before continuing, “Have you ever gotten to sit in the chair?”

Diavolo walks up to her, his eyes falling on the chair. “I have at times, yes,” he replies. He goes to sit in the chair, and MC’s hand reaches out to take his, giving it a gentle squeeze before he brings it to his lips to kiss her knuckles.

MC then sits in his lap, her hand moving from his hand to his face, her fingers caressing the skin of his cheek as they look up at each other with tenderness. MC’s thumb brushes against his lips, running over his bottom lip as she slowly leans in for a soft kiss. Their bodies gently press against each other as MC tilts her head to the side, her lips parting slightly as her breath catches in her throat.

An image of Mc appears in Diavolo’s mind suddenly: her sitting on his lap, naked, facing out toward a crowd. The thought makes her feel hot as she pulls away from him. “Is everything okay, Mc?” Diavolo inquires, her refusal to answer causing a knot to form in his stomach.

“I was wondering something, but it's inappropriate, and I don’t want to offend you,” Mc finally responds, looking around the room and refusing to meet his gaze as her face flushes.

Diavolo blinks a few times before his cheeks flush as well. “I’m sure it will be okay.”

Mc clears her throat, taking a deep breath. “Well,” she pauses for a moment before continuing, “the thought of us… doing it… crossed my mind.”

A confused look forms on his features, his head tilting. “I’m afraid I’m not following, my love.”

Mc fiddles with the hem of her shirt, her stomach filling with nerves. “Have you ever imagined having sex with me on this throne, maybe while others watched?” she says, her words rushing out before she covers her eyes with her hand in embarrassment.

The flush on his face deepens as her words register, his arousal throbbing at the image she conjured. “Mc,” he mumbles, his hand going to her waist as he leans into her ear. “I want you to tell me more about your fantasies.” His breath fans the delicate skin behind her ear and down her neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Mc’s body jumps, the sensation making warmth spread throughout her. Her nipples harden as she feels herself being turned so her back is against his chest. His large hand lands on her knee, slowly crawling up her thigh, moving any fabric out of the way. She rubs her thighs together to relieve the ache forming between her legs.

She feels his lips tracing the curve of her neck, landing on her pulse point. Her back arches, yearning for more of his touch. “Tell me, Mc, what do you imagine me doing to you?” Diavolo mumbles against her skin.

A whine escapes her lips as her head falls back against his chest, and she closes her eyes. “I imagine us on this throne, with an audience in front of us as you, well…” She trails off, hiding her face once more, too embarrassed to continue.

Diavolo grips MC’s wrist, pulling her hands away from her eyes as his lips hover near her ear. “Tell me,” he commands, taking her earlobe between his lips and sucking on it, feeling her squirm beneath him. His clothed erection presses against her bottom, the friction pulling a low growl from his lips as his spare hand moves to fondle her chest.

“I-I imagine,” she starts, struggling to get the words out. “I imagine you breeding me on your throne, and everyone watching as you put an heir in me.”

A shudder racks Diavolo’s body at her words, his cock hard and painful underneath her. The hand that was on her thigh pulls her clothing to her waist, giving him access to her soaked pussy, his fingers sliding against her wet heat. Her head falls back once more, her mouth dropping open as she grinds against his fingers, desperately chasing her high.

“Do you want me to breed you?” he asks, his breath husky with lust.

“Please,” she moans as she feels his fingers move her panties aside.

“Do you want an audience to watch?” he asks, his fingers playing with her sensitive bud, drawing tight circles as his other hand begins to tease her tight entrance.

“Yes, please! I want you to claim me. I want everyone to know I belong to you,” MC cries, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.

“I want you to imagine it, MC. Imagine a room full of people watching as I make you mine,” Diavolo whispers in her ear.

As MC feels him insert a finger into her, she imagines a crowd of demons filling the room, watching them. Using magic, Diavolo conjures the image in front of them. “Open your eyes, MC. Look out at them and don’t look away as they watch me take you,” Diavolo says, inserting a second finger inside her. His fingers reach that spot deep within her that makes her see stars as she gazes out at the sea of people watching them. Her back arches as he bites down on her neck, her hips rolling against his fingers while she never takes her eyes off the crowd, their gazes igniting a fire within her.

“You’re doing so good for me,” Diavolo coos against her skin, his fingers working her clit as he slips in a third finger, stretching her out to take him. 

Mc’s body trembled from his ministrations, the gazes from the crowd stealing her breath as she lay out on display for all of them to see. Diavolo pulls his hand away from her wet heat, earning a disappointed sigh from her before he lifts Mc up slightly to allow his fingers to unbutton her pants, letting his erection spring free. He sets her back down on his lap, letting her sensitive cunt rest right on top of his cock, the warmth from it making her walls clench.

“Are you ready for me?” Diavolo breathes against her skin.

Mc nods before licking her lips, the thought of him stretching her, claiming her, making her mouth dry.

Diavolo gives one more kiss to her feverish skin before positioning the head of his cock at her entrance and giving it a few teasing, shallow thrusts, the head of his cock barely pushing in before pulling back out.

An annoyed sigh escapes Mc’s lips. “Diavolo, please, don’t tease me,” she whines.

A chuckle is all that can be heard before Mc feels Diavolo push into her, her walls taking him inch by delicious inch as his girth stretches her wide open. Diavolo bites down hard on her shoulder as her walls tighten and milk him for all he is worth. A broken moan leaves her lips as her hips try to roll against him. Diavolo grips her hips tightly as he moves her along his cock, fucking her senseless as the tip of his cock slams into her g-spot repeatedly, making her see stars as she feels him throb and swell deep inside her, making her feel hot and sensitive. Her nails dig into his shoulder as she tumbles into bliss, her screams echoing as he fills her to the brim, his cum spilling out of her. Diavolo’s thrusting slows down as he comes down from his high, the only sounds in the room being their panting.

“That… was incredible,” Mc says after a few moments of silence.

“It really was,” Diavolo agrees as he plants a kiss on her skin. “We should get cleaned up before Barbatos discovers us.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Mc agrees with a sigh.

Author's note: I am slowly inching my way to the end of this lol. I can't wait to be done so I can do the SFW alphabet list. Looking forward to some fluff honestly!

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Diavolo's Kinktober 2024: Edging

Edging

Pronouns: She/Her

Diavolo sits back on his bed, his legs spread, his cock hard and throbbing, with precum leaking from its tip. The muscles on his stomach are taut as Mc sits at his side, her fingers teasing his shaft, her grip loose, just enough to keep him aroused but not satisfied. Her grip stays loose as she gives long strokes up his shaft, curving her palm to run over the head of his cock, collecting precum to slick up her hand as she glides back down the length of his girthy cock, making his toes curl as he chews his bottom lip, watching her play with his cock, his hands obediently at his side.

"You're doing so good for me," Mc coos in his ear before taking his earlobe between her lips, sucking on the sensitive skin and causing goosebumps to erupt all over his body, a whine escaping his lips as his hips thrust into her hand, desperate for more friction.

Diavolo licks his lips as the sight of his cock, flushed red and slick, slides along MC's small hands. Her skillful fingers give it a pointed squeeze, her thumb stroking the underside of his cock. Diavolo's body trembles as his cock swells and throbs, his hips thrusting up repeatedly. He's so close, but her touch is not enough to push him over the edge. Broken moans and pleas tumble from his lips as he closes his eyes, the feeling of being on the verge bordering on too much.

“MC, please, let me cum,” Diavolo pleads, letting his head fall back as he surrenders himself to her touch.

“My love,” MC's soft voice reaches his ears as he feels her body shift between his legs. “Look at me,” she commands, her voice gentle but firm.

Diavolo opens his eyes, his gaze moves down his body to land on MC, whose hooded eyes look up at him. Her lips are pressed softly against the flushed tip of his cock. A smirk plays on her lips as she places a soft kiss to the tip, a groan escaping his lips at the sight. His eyes drop down to her hungrily as she lets her tongue swirl around his sensitive head. The taste of pre-cum is bitter before she slowly bobs her head along his length, her tongue gliding along the underside of his girth. The sensation from her mouth makes his body tremble and his muscles tense as his mouth falls open.

“MC,” he pleads once more, his voice cracking from the strain.

“Yes,” MC answers, her lips pulling away from his cock, her hand coming to loosely stroke him.

“Please, let me cum,” he pleads again.

“You want to cum?” MC asks.

Diavolo nods wordlessly as he watches MC proceed to push his cock to the back of her mouth and hold it there, making his body twitch and tremble. Keeping his cock at the back of her mouth, MC proceeds to massage his balls.

“MC,” Diavolo warns.

MC slowly tilts her head back, feeling inch by inch of his cock pulse as he gets close to cumming, before pushing her head back down just as slowly before stopping for a moment. She feels his cock pulse against the roof of her mouth as she teases his orgasm. Diavolo opens his mouth to say something but is silenced by MC starting up again. His cock throbs once more, the taste of cum starting to hit her tongue as she pulls off, letting his cum shoot all over her tongue and face. It drips down her face, landing all over her tits as a long, drawn-out scream of pleasure leaves Diavolo's lips. His body trembles and shakes as his orgasm hits hard.

MC places his cock back into her mouth to taste his cum, only to have Diavolo wrap his hand in her hair, keeping her in place. His eyes darken as he looks down at her. “It's my turn to return the favor.”

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Diavolo's Kinktober 2024: Cockwarming

Cockwarming

Pronouns: She/Her

A deep sigh escapes Diavolo’s lips, his brows furrowed as he looks up at the stack of papers in front of him. He leans back in his chair as he hears a knock on the door. “Come in,” he answers, a sinking feeling settling in his chest as he expects Barbatos to walk through the door with another stack of paperwork, only to perk up when he sees his darling MC open the door.

MC’s smile falls from her lips as she takes in her prince: hair disheveled, surrounded by stacks of paperwork. “Hey,” she pauses, giving him a once-over, “I came to see how you were doing. Barbatos said you were busy with work. I see he wasn’t kidding.”

Diavolo lets out a defeated chuckle before releasing another sigh, his hand reaching out to take MC’s as the craving for her touch overwhelms him. MC walks up to his extended hand, taking it and allowing herself to be pulled into his embrace. She deeply inhales, burying her face in the crook of his neck, the smell of his cologne filling her senses. MC allows herself to settle into his embrace, a sense of peace flooding her body as she feels him wrap his arms around her, holding her close as he buries his face in her hair.

MC can feel his body physically relax into their embrace. “I needed this,” he mumbles into her hair before planting a soft kiss on her head.

“I feel the same way,” MC answers as she leans her head up to give him a peck on the cheek, her nose brushing against his skin as her lips move to give his soft lips a peck. Their lips pull away from each other for a moment before crashing back together in an all-consuming kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths as they fight for dominance. Their heads tilt to the side to deepen the kiss as they savor each other.

MC is the first to pull away slightly, a trail of saliva the only thing connecting their lips as they pant, trying to catch their breath while gazing into each other's eyes. MC’s hands caress Diavolo's cheeks before she pulls away and falls to her knees.

“M-MC,” Diavolo stutters as MC frees his hard-on, her fingers stroking his thick cock, watching as a shudder runs up his body when she runs her fingers over his sensitive head.

“Are you going to be good for me?” MC asks, looking up at him with hooded eyes. A smirk slowly forms as she gives the tip a gentle kiss without breaking eye contact.

Diavolo nods breathlessly, his hand caressing her cheek as MC gives a broad lick to his cock, the action causing him to thrust up for more. Her tongue swirls around his head in response, the taste of his precum invading her mouth. MC slowly pushes his cock into her mouth, taking it inch by inch until she reaches the back of her throat. A low groan escapes his lips as he brushes some of MC’s hair out of her face. The sight of his cock filling her mouth is enough to make him throb and pulse within her warm and wet cavern. MC slowly and achingly begins to bob her head along his length, pushing his cock to the back of her throat over and over again, bringing him closer to the edge. His toes curl as she pushes him down her throat, gagging over his cock. A broken moan fills the air; his cock throbs as he is about to cum, only for MC to pull off completely and stand up.

“MC, don’t tease me, please,” Diavolo whines.

“Do you want more?” MC asks.

Diavolo nods enthusiastically, spreading his legs apart to let her back in, only for her to slap at his legs. “Nope, put those legs together and sit up. You are gonna do your work with a bit of encouragement,” MC responds to a confused Diavolo.

Diavolo does as she asks, sitting up with his legs together, and MC pulls her bottoms off, pushing her panties aside before slowly sinking down on Diavolo’s cock until she bottoms out inside her, a sigh of relief escaping from both of them. 

“We are going to stay like this, not moving, until you make progress with your work. You need to finish at least one of these piles, do you understand?” Mc asks as she shifts in his lap, giving them both a little friction before Diavolo places a hand on her thigh to keep her still, trying his best not to thrust up into her tightening walls.

“You’re going to be the end of me,” he says with a low chuckle as his spare hand goes up to grab his pen and begin his paperwork once more.

They sit in silence like that for a few minutes, the only sounds to be heard being the rustling of paper and the scribbling of Diavolo’s pen. Occasionally, Diavolo would pause in his work, burying his nose into Mc’s neck, making her squirm. He would wrap an arm around her waist to keep her still as he muffles a groan.

After a few more minutes, he finishes the final paper in one of his piles. She can hear a deep intake of breath from him before he pulls her head up to him, drawing her in for a deep kiss that takes her breath away as his hips start to thrust up into her, rapidly picking up the pace. He growls into Mc’s lips, his hands on her hips as he moves her up and down on his cock. Whimpers pour from Mc’s lips as his cock repeatedly kisses that spot deep inside her that makes her see stars. Her nails dig into his arm as he rolls his hips up into her, a deep growl emanating from his chest as he fucks her senseless. Mc’s mouth falls open as she feels his cock throb and swell inside her, the warmth and heaviness of him causing her walls to tighten and squeeze him for all he’s worth as he comes hard inside her, filling her to the brim. His thrusts eventually slow down once he is spent, his arms wrapping around her waist as he buries his face in her neck, trying to catch his breath.

“Thank you for that, my love,” Diavolo mumbles into her shoulder before pulling away from her and helping her up off of him.

Diavolo grabs something to help clean her up, helping her straighten her clothes before sitting back down, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied sigh.

Mc looks back at his progress with a smile, walking over to plant a kiss on his cheek. “You are very welcome, love. I am happy to see you making some progress with work. Maybe if you finish early, I will give you an additional bonus,” she says, finishing by planting a deep kiss on his lips before trotting out of his office.

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Kinktober 2024: Public Sex

Public Sex

Pronouns: She/Her

The sound of leaves crunching can be heard as MC and Diavolo walk along a forest hiking trail on a cool fall morning. The smell of the crisp air filling their lungs, accompanied by their elevating heart rates and burning legs, makes them feel alive. MC looks up at Diavolo, who is gazing out at the lake alongside the winding trail. Her eyes glisten at the sight of her red-headed lover in the heart of nature. The urge to touch him surges through her as she slowly intertwines their fingers, leaning into his body for a moment before they continue walking with their fingers laced together.

After a few minutes of hiking, MC looks over and sees a smaller, less-traveled path branching off from the main one. A smirk spreads across her face as an idea pops into her head.

“Hey, Diavolo,” she starts, pulling him to a halt. “Why don’t we see where this smaller trail leads?”

Diavolo looks in the direction MC is pointing, trying to glimpse down the smaller path as it disappears into the woods. “I don’t know. Shouldn’t we stick to the main path? What about snakes?” he questions, his brow furrowing.

“It’s fall, and it’s too cold for snakes, so it will be fine. Come on, live a little,” MC says as she begins to tug him toward the small path.

“Wait, do you even know where this path goes?” Diavolo asks, slightly resisting MC’s pull.

MC stops to look back at him and then at the path. “It’s a bike path. I saw it when we were looking at the trail sign at the beginning of the trail. It should loop around to where we are now,” she explains, pointing to the other side of the trail where the small bike path connects to the path they are currently on.

“So, why are we going on a bike path?” Diavolo inquires, cocking his head to the side in a questioning manner.

MC lets out a deep sigh, tightening her grip on his hand as she begins to pull him. “Don’t question it, just come on and trust me.”

Diavolo lets out a sigh before chuckling as he allows Mc to pull him down the bike path. A few minutes go by as they walk along the path, soon coming to a fork. Mc looks at both sides, eventually deciding to take the path that leads down a hill and out of sight. He leads Diavolo, still holding his hand, far enough down the path until they can’t be seen, before stopping Diavolo and pushing him roughly against a nearby tree. She drags him down for a passionate kiss.

A groan escapes Diavolo’s lips as his hands, which had flown up in the air, slowly wrap around Mc’s waist. He leans into the kiss, his lips parting slightly so his tongue can lap at her lips, begging for entrance. Mc tilts her head sideways, parting her lips to allow his tongue to explore her mouth. A whine escapes her lips as she presses her body flush against him, the adrenaline from the earlier hike being replaced with heated touches. She tangles her fingers in his locks. A few moments pass like this, with his large hands roaming her body and shared passionate kisses, before Mc pulls away. She looks around to make sure they are still alone before getting down on her knees. A look of confusion is apparent on Diavolo’s face before she palms his clothed erection with a smirk.

“M-Mc, we shouldn’t be doing this. What if someone walks up on us?” Diavolo stutters as Mc pops open the button of his pants.

“Then you better keep it down and keep an eye out,” Mc replies as she unzips and pulls down his pants, letting his cock spring out of its confinement.

A shiver runs up Diavolo's spine as he watches MC grip his cock, letting her tongue run along the underside before swirling it around the tip to collect the pre-cum that was beginning to form. MC gives the length of his cock one final lick before placing the head to her lips for a kiss, the action causing Diavolo to cover his mouth to stay quiet as his cock throbbed at the sight of MC down on her knees, looking up at him as she played with it. Without breaking eye contact, MC takes the head of Diavolo's cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as her other hand strokes the base, pulling a muffled groan from Diavolo's lips at her ministrations. MC pushes the thick cock further into her mouth, the taste of it pulling a moan from her, causing him to shiver at the vibrations. MC's hands land on Diavolo's hips, holding him in place as she bobs her head along his cock. His body shakes and tenses as she takes it to the back of her throat repeatedly, her hands cupping his heavyset balls. Broken moans vibrate around his cock as MC tilts it downward, pulling the skin taut, making it more sensitive as she bobbed her head, letting her tongue brush the underside. Diavolo closes his eyes as he approaches his orgasm, muffled moans and sounds of slurping the only thing that can be heard as his cock swells and throbs in MC's mouth.

"M-MC, I'm gonna," Diavolo starts, only to have all words stuck in his throat, mouth agape as MC works him. MC, feeling how close he was, pushes his cock down her throat, holding it in place as his cock pulses. A muffled scream comes from Diavolo as he cums hard down her throat. A hand goes to the back of MC's head, making sure she swallows all of his seed, only letting go once satisfied. MC finally pulls off of his cock with a plop.

Diavolo leans against the tree, panting as he comes down from his high, MC wiping her lips before standing and straightening up her clothes.

"We should get back to the trail," MC says as she begins to walk back the way they came.

"I'm guessing that is the reason you wanted to come down this path," Diavolo says, straightening himself up and following behind MC.

MC just looks back at him with a smirk and a wink.

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Diavolo's Kinktober 2024: Teasing

Teasing

Pronouns: She/Her

"Alright, another kill! Lord Diavolo," Levi screams through Diavolo's headset. "Good job, Levitation, granted, I feel as if you've been carrying me this whole round," Diavolo responds, letting out a defeated sigh as he looks at the game in front of him.

"It's okay, Diavolo," MC chimes in as she cuddles next to him, a hand landing on his thigh in a comforting manner.

"Okay, Lord Diavolo, the round is about to start, get ready," Levi calls over Diavolo's headset enthusiastically.

Diavolo looks down at the controller in his hand, his face dejected. "Okay, I'll do my best to help us win this match."

MC frowns, feeling bad that Diavolo seems like he isn't enjoying the game. Her eyes land on her hand on his thigh, an idea sparks in her head, a smirk spreading across her face. She watches Diavolo's expression as her fingers trace from his knee, up his thigh, stopping just before his crotch. The action sends a visible shiver up his body and draws his attention to the small human next to him. MC puts a finger to her lips before pointing back to the game, silently urging him to pay attention to the current match. Diavolo hesitantly looks forward, only to gasp when he feels MC shamelessly palming his slowly hardening cock.

Diavolo quickly mutes his microphone. "MC, what are you doing?"

MC looks up at him with hooded eyes, a grin as wide as the Cheshire Cat. "I'm giving you a little encouragement. Now, pay attention to the match."

Diavolo gulps as he slowly brings his eyes back to the match, turning his microphone back on. "Lord Diavolo," Levi can be heard from the other end.

"S-sorry, I needed to ask MC something," Diavolo answers, his body jumping slightly as he feels MC unbutton his pants, her hands slipping in to start playing with his semi-erect cock, only to catch Levi complaining about "normies" as he struggles to pay attention.

MC's fingers lightly brush over Diavolo's clothed cock, feeling it throb and harden under her touch. She leans up close to Diavolo's ear, giving it a soft nip as her hand trails down to fondle his balls. Diavolo tenses, his breath hitching as his eyes remain focused on the game in front of him. The sound of Levi instructing him is the only real sound in the room. MC moves down his neck, licking and nipping at his pulse point, her fingers now teasing Diavolo's fully erect cock through his boxers, earning her another jolt from him, but no other response. MC pouts for a moment, wanting more response from her princely lover.

A low chuckle escapes MC's lips, a devilish smile on her face as she quietly sinks down to her knees, positioning herself between Diavolo's legs. His eyes land on her for a moment as he licks his lips before pulling his attention back to the game. MC gently pulls out his cock, giving the head a kiss as she looks up for a response. She can feel his thigh muscles tense under her hands at the action. The response pushes her to go further, her lips opening slightly as she takes more of his cockhead into her mouth, tasting the pre-cum that has started dripping from it. She watches Diavolo bite on his bottom lip, the match still going on. MC's lips slowly inch, inch by delicious inch, down Diavolo's length, opening her mouth wider to take more of his girth as she slowly pushes his cock to the back of her throat. Diavolo's body twitches, his cock throbbing the further down she goes, encouraging her to keep going. She closes her eyes as she takes in the heaviness of his cock in her mouth, the taste of pre-cum and the enjoyment of his body's reaction to her sliding her tongue along the underside of his cock as she keeps it in her mouth. She can feel him squirm at her ministrations, his cock swelling in her mouth. He's so close to coming undone for her.

"We WON!" she hears Levi scream over the mic, and in an instant, she feels Diavolo's hand go straight to her hair, tangling his fingers in the locks and holding her head still as he looks down at her, flushed, breathless, eyes hooded, looking down at her.

"Thanks for the game, Levitation, but I have to go now," Diavolo answers, a low growl practically escaping his lips before he mutes the headset. His full attention is now on MC.

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Diavolo's Kinktober 2024: Praise Kink

Praise Kink

Pronouns: She/Her

Authors Note: I have a 3 hours until surgery so lets see what I can get out today as I can't sleep and I'm feeling restless. I'm not sure of the quality but I want to try to catch up as much as I can. I hope you enjoy the read and that all of you are doing well!

Diavolo walks into his bedroom, the last three long days of meetings, traveling, and paperwork weighing him down. Looking to the middle of the room, his eyes fall on his precious MC, who is sitting on his couch. At the sight of her, a calmness washes over him, and fatigue rushes to the front of his mind, bringing him to drag himself into her arms. A hand goes to his back, rubbing up and down in a soothing motion as her fingers thread into his hair, massaging his scalp.

"I'm so happy you are home, my love. I can tell it's been an exhausting couple of days," she mumbles into his hair before planting a string of kisses along his face.

A soft hum escapes his lips as he nuzzles his face into her neck, deeply inhaling her scent. "It has, and I have missed you dearly," he mumbles into her skin, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer.

"Well, why don't we get you into a bath?" MC offers as she pulls away to look into his eyes.

A deep sigh leaves his lips. "I just got you in my arms, though," he pouts.

MC chuckles at his pouting as she caresses his cheek lovingly. "Then why don't I help you? I can wash your hair and back."

"I feel bad making you do that," Diavolo responds, looking away from her as a blush spreads to his cheeks at such an intimate suggestion.

"I don't mind, and besides, you deserve it," MC says, turning his face back to look at her.

Diavolo agrees, his eyes shining with love and admiration for her as he wraps his arms around her waist to pick her up and carry her with him to his bathroom, fits of giggles escaping from her as he does. Once in the bathroom, he sits her down, giving her a kiss on the forehead before straightening back up. Turning to him, Mc begins to help Diavolo undress, assisting him in loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, taking both from him once they are off, folding them, and placing them aside. Once done, she turns back around to see that he has already taken off his pants.

"You’re fast," she says with a chuckle.

Diavolo lets out his own chuckle as he folds his pants and hands them to her. "Thanks."

A flush spreads across his cheeks at the thought of taking off his boxers and an erection slowly growing as he stands there.

Diavolo turns away bashfully as he pulls off his boxers, a chuckle heard behind him from Mc, who finds his sudden shyness cute. Without facing her, he hands her his boxers before turning on the water, letting it heat up and fill the tub while Mc gets undressed, leaving her own clothes folded next to Diavolo's. Turning back around, Mc catches Diavolo staring before he quickly turns away, his face flushed as he climbs into the tub, the warm water providing relief to his aching muscles. He lets out a deep sigh and leans back in the massive tub. He looks over to see Mc walking toward him; his eyes can’t help but rake up and down her body once more, his cock slowly stirring, causing him to jolt and cover himself.

A chuckle escapes her lips at the sight of his bashfulness. "You know I don't mind if you look," she coos before submerging herself in the water, taking her seat next to him.

His face reddens even more at her statement as his eyes meet hers. His breath catches in his throat, the closeness almost being too much. "Come here, let me pamper you, love," Mc says as she grabs a nearby cup, filling it with water. "Let me scrub your hair, okay?"

“Oh, uh, you don't have to,” Diavolo stutters out, flustered.

“But I want to. Please, let me take care of you, my love,” MC says as she takes a free hand to comb through his hair lovingly before placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Only if you're OK with it,” he says, leaning down to give her easy access to him.

She fills the cup with warm running water from the faucet, pouring it over his head to get him soaked, before applying a generous amount of shampoo and massaging it into his scalp. MC can feel Diavolo's body physically relax under her touch, her fingers making sure to thoroughly massage every inch of his scalp before rinsing his hair out and moving on to the conditioner, leaving it in while she washes his body. She takes a rag, lathering up the body wash on it and starting at his shoulders, working her way down his body, earning a few sighs and hums along the way, enjoying the feel of his body relaxing and leaning into her touch. As she works her way down to his stomach, she notices his swollen cock.

As her hand nears his erection, MC pauses to plant a kiss on his cheek before mumbling in his ear, “Would you like some help with that?”

Diavolo's breath catches in his throat as he stares down at her hand so close to his aching cock. “If you don't mind.”

Letting the cloth fall to the bottom of the tub, MC takes hold of Diavolo's throbbing cock, giving it a light squeeze as she begins to nibble on his ear. “You work so hard, my love,” she breathes in his ear, her hand slowly stroking the full length of his cock, her thumb rubbing over the slit at the head before coming back down.

“You adore and care about your people,” she mumbles once more in his ear, her lips trailing down his jaw, a groan leaving his lips.

Her fingers give him a pointed squeeze, thumb stroking the underside of his cock, his breath catching in his lungs as he feels her lips move to his pulse point. A low growl escapes his lips as he feels her work him up, his cock throbbing and pulsing underneath her touch. She takes both hands and begins to work him faster, harder, as her lips nip and lick at the sensitive skin. His mouth falls open as his hips buck up into her hand while she quickens her pace. She pushes his cock down, making the skin taught and more sensitive.

“You are so good for me,” she coos, feeling his cock hot and heavy in her hands as she listens to his beautiful, broken moans while he comes undone for her. Her hands never stop until he is spent.

When she finally is done, she pulls away from his cock, watching as he lets his head rest against the bathroom wall, gasping for breath as he comes down from his high.

“You really did good for me,” she chuckles as she plants a kiss on his cheek. “Now, why don’t we finish getting you all cleaned up?”

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Hey guys, I know I'm behind on kinktober. Unfortunately, I've been in and out of doctors, both the mental ones and physical, and still got more appointments to go as well as a small surgery. I've got quite a few kinks planned out. I just need the time and energy to do it. When I have a time to breath ill be trying to churn out 2 at a time (that seems to be my limit with everything going on) hopefully here soon I'll have some answers, some kind of help with whatever is going on with me and I'll be full force again. My goal for this kinktober is to get back into writing and expand my skills. I so want to try to post something simple starting tomorrow. Nothing big, but I've been itching to write something despite how I'm doing. Thanks for listening, I hope you guys enjoy what I've put out so far, and I hope you all are having a good day 💕

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Diavolo's Kinktober 2024: Double Penetration

Double Penetration

Pronouns: She/Her

I don't know if it counts as monster fucking since it's a magical plant but if so this is your warning!

Mc approaches Diavolo’s bedroom, excitement coursing through her as the Demon King had sent her a message about a strange new plant he wanted to show her. Knocking on the door, she hears him invite her in, and she complies, entering the room and shutting the door behind her with a soft click.

“Hey, Dia! I’m here, so where is this plant you were talking about?” Mc chirps happily, eager to see her beloved redhead as she walks toward him.

Diavolo looks back at her for a moment before stepping aside to reveal the plant he mentioned. “Hello, Mc! I’m happy you made it here. This is the plant I was speaking about.”

Examining the plant, Mc realizes she can't tell exactly what it is. It looks like a normal foliage plant, but she can slightly feel magic emanating from it. “How strange! It looks normal, but I can feel some magic coming from it.”

“I noticed the same thing. I was going to ask Solomon about it, but he is currently out of town,” Diavolo says matter-of-factly.

“It’s a shame you’re going to have to wait until he gets back,” Mc replies as she plops down on his couch, patting the space beside her for Diavolo to sit.

“Indeed, I would love to know what it does,” Diavolo responds, wrapping an arm around Mc's shoulder. He plants a kiss on her lips, which she leans into, letting the kiss linger before they both pull away, gazing softly into each other’s eyes.

Mc leans back in for another kiss, his lips feeling familiar as she tilts her head and parts her lips, gently lapping at his, asking for entrance. His lips part in response. A hum escapes his lips as he feels her tongue exploring his mouth, every inch, while her hand moves to the back of his head, pushing him harder against her. Her body presses into his as his arms encircle her back, holding her close. He pulls away from Mc’s lips, leaving a trail of kisses down her jaw before making his way to her neck, sucking and nipping at her pulse point, pulling a whine from her lips as she tilts her neck to give him more access.

His hands move to the hem of her shirt, grabbing the fabric and pulling it over her head, tossing it aside before returning to her neck. He pulls away with a soft pop to admire the mark he left, then continues his journey down her chest, unclasping her bra and tossing it aside before taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking vigorously. Mc’s head falls back, her mouth open in a broken moan as she grinds down against his clothed hardness.

“D-Diavolo, please,” she cries out as he switches to the other nipple, his free hand pulling up her skirt before grabbing her hips and grinding her soaked, clothed pussy against him harshly. A low growl pours from his lips as his mind nearly shorts out from the intense friction.

“I need you, now,” he mumbles against her lips, his fingers hastily fumbling with his pants before letting his cock spring free.

A gasp escapes Mc's lips as she feels him pull her panties aside to play with her wet pussy, the head of his cock rubbing against her clit. The feeling of his hot cock against that bundle of sensitive nerves sends electricity up her spine, her walls tightening around nothing as the sensation drives her crazy. Diavolo gives his cock a few swipes at her folds, collecting the slick before pushing at her entrance, his cock slowly sinking into her, inch by delicious inch. Mc's mouth gapes as his massive girth splits her open, his tip finally grazing against that sweet spot deep within her, her walls fluttering at being so full. Diavolo stays still once he's fully inside, his thumb rubbing circles along Mc's thigh as she adjusts to him. He sucks and teases her chest while he waits, making her wiggle and lightly grind against his cock in response.

A few moments pass, and a surprised gasp comes from Mc as she looks back to see the plant that was on the table snaking up her legs, the vine slowly sliding between her legs, caressing and playing with her clit. Mc jolts, the action pleasurable as the plant draws long circles around her clit. The feeling of being played with while stuffed full of Diavolo's cock makes her legs shake.

“D-Diavolo,” she manages to mutter before the plant snakes up her body, the vines wrapping around her breast, tightening and loosening around it as the tip of the plant plays with and squeezes her hardened buds.

Diavolo stares in shock before saying in disbelief, “I think I know what the gimmick of this plant is.” Diavolo feels his cock throb at the sight of Mc at the plant's mercy, her mouth agape as the plant toys with her body in front of him. “I’ll try to stop it,” he starts.

“N-NO,” Mc stutters before a gasp leaves her as the plant slowly enters her ass, making her feel so full and like her body is on fire.

“I understand,” Diavolo says, not moving to stop the plant at her request. He feels Mc slowly start to bounce on his cock as the plant moves to tangle around her hands, restraining them behind her back, leaving her open to his advances.

Diavolo grips MC's hips, keeping her in place so she can't move, earning a needy, drawn-out whine as he feels her walls throb and grip his cock. Her eyes shut as the plant never stops thrusting in and out of her ass, playing with her clit and nipples—everything is too much, slowly sending her over the edge. Diavolo's lips find the abused, hardened buds, taking one into his mouth and sucking harshly, causing MC to moan as her body tries to thrash against her restraint.

“Diavolo, please,” MC cries, her head thrown back, her mouth fallen open in broken moans as he feels her walls start to pulse and tighten. A cry leaves her mouth as he cums all over his cock, the action almost sending him over the edge.

Sitting above her, MC's body shakes and trembles as the plant never stops its ministrations. Tears fall down her face at the overstimulation. Diavolo sits like that for a moment, enjoying the wrecked look of his lover before him, before he firmly grips her hips and slams her down repeatedly on his cock, filling her over and over, all while the plant is still inside her. Loud, broken screams erupt from MC as Diavolo pounds into her abused hole. The plant grows and wraps around her more, filling her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure, thriving on the pleasure between the two. The grip on MC's ass is bruising, and Diavolo keeps up his relentless pace, biting down on her pressure point as he brutally fucks into her. The plant is still deep inside her, running tight, hard circles around her clit, pulling multiple orgasms as neither of them let up until Diavolo finally cums inside her with a broken cry of his own as he feels his cock throb and swell, cumming in multiple thick streams until he is satisfied.

Diavolo leans back, catching his breath as he looks at MC, watching as the plant recedes off of her and back to its original form. MC falls into his chest, gasping for breath as she tries to regain herself. Both lie in that position for a while, just trying to catch their breath and come to terms with what happened.

“So,” Diavolo starts, “should I get rid of the plant?”

MC pauses for a second before mumbling, “No.”

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Diavolo's Kinktober 2024: Period Sex

Period Sex

Pronouns: She/Her

Rolling over in her bed, MC groans as the pain in her lower abdomen flares up, spreading to her back and causing her to wince. She looks out the window of her bedroom in the Demon Lord's Castle; a view of the royal garden just outside meets her eyes, but the pain makes it hard to enjoy the scenery. She grits her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut at the pain, a sigh leaving her lips as she turns back to face Diavolo, who is sitting at the table in the middle of the room doing his paperwork so he could be nearby. She watches as he goes over the paperwork, the concentrated look on his face bringing warmth to her chest despite the pain.

Diavolo sets down his pen, lifting his arms above his head in a long stretch before he turns to look at MC, a frown appearing on his face as he observes her, “Are you hurting?” he questions, pushing back the chair to stand and walk over to her.

A groan escapes her lips as she holds her lower stomach, pulling her knees to her chest. “Yeah, the pain is picking up again,” she says meekly.

He looks down at her, heartbroken, a gentle hand reaching down to caress her head before letting his hand trail down to stroke her cheek lovingly. “Is there anything I can do for you? I’m on break.”

A blush dusts MC's cheeks as she leans into his touch, pausing for a moment to think. “Do you think you could cuddle with me and rub my lower abdomen?” she asks as she scoots back to give him room.

A soft, warm smile spreads across his face. “Of course,” he replies as he lies down next to her, his hand resting on her lower stomach to rub along the area. “Am I doing this right?”

A relaxed sigh falls from her lips as she leans into his touch. Diavolo pulls her into his arms, his lips grazing her forehead in a loving gesture. “Yah,” she mumbles, her eyes shutting as her body relaxes against him.

A few minutes go by as they lay in silence, occasional kisses being left on her lips until the kiss trails down to her nose before landing on her lips for a soft kiss, which he slowly begins to deepen. Her hands tangle in his locks as she tilts her head to the side to allow him more access. He lets out a low hum as his tongue explores her lips, his hands trailing from up her side to her back, pulling her closer against his body. A low whine leaves her lips as she feels his fingers trail back down, going down her thigh and pulling it over his hip as he turns to be on top of her.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” Diavolo asks as he pulls away for a moment, his brow creased with worry.

“No, if anything, this can help,” Mc says, a sly smirk spreading across her face.

Diavolo tilts his head in a silent question, encouraging her to explain. “Sex can actually help with cramps. Specifically, um, f-fucking,” she stutters out, her face turning crimson as she tries to hide her face in his chest. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, though. It’s messy and can be kind of gross,” she rattles off nervously.

Diavolo runs a soothing hand up and down her back, his lips on her forehead as he stays silent for a moment. “I don’t mind. Not if it helps you feel better.”

Mc pulls away to look up at him, a soft smile on her face. “You really are too good to me, you know?”

A low chuckle rumbles in his chest as he gently pulls her face away from his chest. “It is honestly not a problem.”

Mc gives him a peck on the lips. “Okay, so first we’re going to need a large towel to make sure there isn’t a mess, and some wet wipes to help clean us up.”

Diavolo gives a nod before getting up off the bed to head to the bathroom, coming back with a towel and a package of wipes. He sets the wipes on the bedside table and lays the towel down in the middle of the bed where he was lying, so MC could scoot over to lay on it. Once she settles, Diavolo crawls on top of her, planting another deep kiss on her lips as he slowly trails down her face, moving to her neck to suck on the pulse point before pulling her top over her head. His lips fall to the swell of her chest, licking and sucking on the sensitive nipple while pinching the other bud with his spare hand. MC’s back bows in an attempt to press her chest harder into his touch, her fingers tracing his shoulder blades as a gasp escapes her lips. Diavolo sucks harshly on MC’s nipple before switching and assaulting the other in the same manner, pulling the bud between his teeth and drawing out a moan from MC as she grinds against his hardening cock, her fingers tugging at his hair as she loses herself in his touch. Diavolo finally lets go of her nipple, giving it a generous lap that causes her to shiver before trailing kisses down her stomach until he reaches her pants, stopping to tug her shorts and underwear off in one swoop and throwing them aside with the other clothing. Diavolo takes a moment to pull off his own clothes, setting them in the pile with MC’s before turning back to her.

Diavolo bends one leg up before looking at MC. “Are you okay with continuing?”

Mc gives him a nod, and Diavolo takes his hardened cock in his hand, rubbing up and down on her sex before slowly pushing into her wet heat. The stretch gradually eases the pain and makes her feel full, his tip nestled snugly against her G-spot, making her walls flutter and squeeze him as he remains still to give her time to adjust. Finally, after what feels like forever, Diavolo begins to move—slowly at first to ensure he isn’t hurting her—his cock dragging along her walls, feeling incredible. A visible shudder racks her frame each time he hits that sweet spot deep inside her, the sensation causing her cunt to pulse and tighten around him, prompting his grip to tighten and a groan to escape his lips as he starts to pick up his pace.

“Diavolo, please,” she cries, her mouth dropping open as her nails rake along his arm.

His mouth hangs open as he starts to fuck her with abandon, his cock throbbing and swelling inside her walls. “Mc,” he moans, his eyes screwing shut as he focuses on her walls squeezing him for all he's worth, her broken cries filling his ears. Her orgasm hits her as she clamps down on him, pushing him over the edge as he fills her up with his cum, his own moans joining hers as he doesn’t stop until he is fully spent.

Letting her leg go to rest on the bed, Diavolo hovers over Mc, both panting as they try to catch their breath. After a while, Diavolo slowly sits up, reaching over the bedside to get some wipes to help clean both of them up. He hands her clothes back to her so she can get dressed before grabbing his own clothes as well. He then throws away the wipes and places the towel in the hamper.

When he comes back, Mc is dressed, laying in bed with a tired but relaxed look. He walks over, covering her with a blanket, planting a kiss on her forehead and mumbling into her skin, “Get some rest, my love. Let me know if there’s anything else you need.”

Diavolo stands up and heads back to his work, giving her one last look before digging right into his pile of paperwork.

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Out of context angst fuel 🤔

In context, he gave his sheeptachi something it didn't like and it ran away from home lol

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Adding comments to Google docs for kinktober ideas and this happened.

"Mc hand lands on Diaovlo thigh, giving it a gentle sneeze." I cried it was supposed to be squeezed 🤣

Look, if I could draw with ease(I'm about to pick back up teaching myself), I'd do a whole series of my phones auto corrects and the hilarity that ensures

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Diavolo's Kinktober 2024: Jealous

Jealous 

Pronouns: She/Her

It had been a couple of days since MC had seen her prince, with meetings, mountains of paperwork, and her own job as the brothers' Devil-sitter keeping them apart. While she spent time with most of the brothers, MC spent a lot more time with Lucifer, helping him with his work and the small tasks he needed her to do. One day, MC finally accompanied Lucifer to the Demon Lord's Castle. Excitement filled her as she hoped to see Diavolo, but her hopes were dashed when Barbatos informed her that Diavolo was out on business and not yet back.

Lucifer and MC decided to head to his office to drop off the paperwork since they didn't know when Diavolo would return.

A deep sigh escaped MC's lips as she set down the final piece of paperwork, fatigue washing over her after a long day. “MC,” Lucifer started, turning to her, “I want to thank you for all your hard work. Especially the help you've given me. I just want you to know that the time we spend together, even when it's just work, makes my day better.” Lucifer looked deeply into MC's eyes, a softness reserved only for her shining in his gaze as he leaned down to pull her into a hug. The warmth of his embrace and his cologne brought her comfort as she held him back. She had been feeling lonely lately, and her mind wandered to her darling red-headed prince, his bright eyes and laughter illuminating the room like his vibrant personality.

A tinge of guilt and sadness hit her. She knew Lucifer's feelings for her, and while she saw him as just a brother, she was aware that letting the hug last too long—even if the physical contact felt nice—could give him the wrong idea. So, she finally pulled away.

“I think I'm going to stay behind and wait for Diavolo. I haven't seen him in a couple of days, and I want to check in to see if he needs anything,” MC said.

Lucifer nodded in understanding before heading to the door. “Okay, MC. If you need someone to walk you home, let me know,” he offered before exiting the room and shutting the door behind him with a soft click.

MC turned her attention back to Diavolo’s desk, the sight of the mountains of paperwork making her chest ache. She was sure he had been far too busy, with no end in sight. She walked up to the large window, eyeing the flowers she had gotten him earlier in the week before things had gotten chaotic. She traced her fingers along the petals as she examined the bouquet, a smile spreading across her lips as she thought of him.

At that moment, Mc hears the click of the door and footsteps approaching. She can see Diavolo walking toward her in the reflection; her breath catches in her throat, excitement filling her body.

She feels him step behind her, his breath hot against her skin as he leans in. "Want to tell me what that was, Mc?" he whispers in her ear, his voice calm despite the question.

"What was what?" Mc asks, not really sure what he is referring to since, as far as she is aware, he just got here.

Diavolo breathes out a low chuckle, his large hand slithering around Mc's waist as his face buries in her neck, sending goosebumps up her arms. "I saw you with Lucifer," he pauses as his lips trail up her neck to her ear. "That hug was a little too long for my liking," he breathes in her ear. A gasp leaves her lips as his hot breath sends chills up her spine. "I know I shouldn't be jealous, but considering you've been spending all your time with the brothers," Diavolo pauses once more to give a light nip at her ear, his tongue lapping at the sensitive skin before pulling away with a plop. "But how can I not, when I haven't gotten to see you?" His hands slide up to her neck, gripping it lightly as he grinds against her rear.

"D-Diavolo," Mc mumbles as she presses her ass against him, her body tingling as she rubs her legs together despite the friction, her cunt throbbing. "Please," she whines, the feeling of him nipping at her skin driving her crazy.

"Who do you belong to?" Diavolo says in a low growl before sucking harshly on Mc's neck, leaving a mark.

A cry tears from Mc's throat at the action as she grinds her ass harder against his clothed, hardened cock. "Y-you," she manages to stutter, "I'm yours."

Mc feels his hand move to the back of her neck, pushing her face down onto the table, pulling her hips up as one hand pulls down her pants just enough to expose her panties.

“Look at you, so needy for me. Have you missed me that much?” Diavolo says as he caresses your clothed, wet sex.

“Yes, I did, please. Please take me,” Mc begs, her hips trying to grind against his hand, only to be kept in place by Diavolo's firm hand on her hips.

He pulls her panties to the side, lightly sliding his fingers up and down her pussy, gathering the slick that has formed before placing his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean and pulling them out with a plop. “You taste incredible,” he purrs, pulling a needy whine from her throat as her cunt throbs and squeezes, desperate to be filled.

Diavolo runs tight circles around Mc's clit, making her body tremble and shake as her hips jolt forward involuntarily. “Tell me, Mc,” Diavolo says before pausing to remove his hand from her ass to release his cock. “Do you miss my cock?” he asks, sliding his throbbing member between her folds, the delicious heat feeling incredible against her clit as he glides against her wetness. “Yes, I miss it. I miss your cock, Diavolo.”

Diavolo pushes her head roughly against the table, his hand gripping her hips with a bruising hold as he thrusts into her in one swift motion, not giving her time to adjust. He pulls her hips, slamming back onto his cock at a quick, unforgiving pace. Mc cries out as he splits her open over and over again.

“You're MINE,” Diavolo hisses through gritted teeth, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he feels her walls milking his cock. His own orgasm approaches quickly as he pounds into her pussy, cries of pleasure and the sound of slapping skin the only sounds in the room. He bites into her back as he cum hard inside her, her walls clamping down on him as she cums all over his cock. His thrusts continue until he is fully spent, not a drop left to give her.

They stay like that for a few moments to catch their breath before Diavolo stands up, pulling out and tucking her panties and shorts back into place. He helps her to her feet, her legs a little wobbly as he holds her steady, his touch gentle on her hips. Leaning down for a kiss, he whispers, “I have truly missed you, Mc.”

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Diavolo's Kinktober 2024: Breeding

Breeding

Pronouns: She/Her

Crawling up on the bed, MC can’t help but feel her heart pounding in her chest as she lays down naked on her stomach with her ass up. Her hands go behind her back to let Barbatos cuff her wrists. She can hear Diavolo taking a seat behind her to watch them. MC turns her wrists in the soft leather cuffs, feeling little to no give as she does. She feels Barbatos’s hands on her backside, sliding down to the curve of her ass and then down to her legs in a teasing motion before nudging them apart. He lifts her ankles one at a time, and she feels as he places the leather cuffs onto a spreader bar under each of her ankles, locking them in place before pulling the bar apart to spread her wide open for both of them and securing the bar. The cold air on her pussy sends chills through her as she feels exposed before the two powerful demons.

“Alright, Young Master, pull your chair closer for me,” Barbatos says as he guides Diavolo’s chair closer to MC’s exposed cunt, his cock already pulled out, hard and dripping at the sight of her open and vulnerable.

Mc feels Barbatos’s tail graze her pussy, her hips twitching slightly at the cold touch. “Young Master, I want you to keep your hands at your sides. Let me do all the work to prepare you both,” Barbatos says, one of his tails beginning to work tight circles around Mc's clit as the other tail slowly enters her tight hole. A whine escapes her lips as her walls flutter around his tail. Her hips start to twitch once more at the stimulation from his tail and from the other tail pressing up against her G-spot as she does. His hand comes up to stroke Diavolo's cock, his grip light, slow, and teasing as he gives long, lazy strokes. Diavolo’s cock throbs, dripping pre-cum as his muscles tense, restraining himself from movement.

A low groan escapes Diavolo’s lips as he watches Barbatos play with Mc’s pussy, observing her legs shake, the gasps and moans coming from her as Barbatos’s tail splits her open, preparing her to take his massive cock for breeding.

“That's it, you're doing so good for us, Mc. Soon you will be stretched out and ready to take my Master's seed,” Barbatos praises. The tail playing with her clit joins his other tail deep inside her pussy, stretching her out further. “You're doing good, Mc. I know you can take it,” he coos as his spare hand goes to her clit, using his thumb and forefinger to roll that sensitive bundle of nerves while he slowly fucks her with both of his tails, making her feel impossibly full.

“Young Master, I want you to keep stroking just the way I was while I keep prepping Mc for you,” Barbatos instructs. Diavolo takes his cock into his hand, stroking slowly, gritting his teeth as his cock throbs in his hand. The sight of Mc before him makes it difficult not to cum.

Mc's legs shake, her breath coming out shaky as her cunt throbs and squeezes. “Barb,” she whines, trying to tell him she is close and needs him to stop, but the words get lost on her lips as she can feel herself teetering on the edge.

“Barbatos,” Diavolo says, his voice sounding far away as Mc’s body begins to violently shake, her mouth agape.

MC feels Barbatos' hand pull away from her wet heat, his tail following suit and leaving her feeling empty, a whine escaping her lips. “Alright, My Lord, it's time,” Barb says as he backs away, letting Diavolo in. His fingers dig into the plush of MC's ass as he slowly sinks every delicious inch into her pussy, her walls throbbing and squeezing him with each inch she takes until he is completely seated deep inside her, his cock nestled against that sweet spot deep within her. A broken moan escapes both of their lips. MC's hips move slightly against his cock as her insides twitch and grip at him, her body on fire with sensitivity from all the preparation that was done on her. Diavolo pulls her back flush against him with a growl, his head falling back as he closes his eyes, trying not to fuck her into the mattress.

“Remain still, My Lord,” Barbatos says as he walks back up to them. His tail returns to MC's clit, drawing long, rough circles while Diavolo is pressed up against her G-spot. She keens as her core drips open, her body tensing as she tries to grind against Diavolo's cock, earning her a deep growl as his fingers dig into the plush of her ass, keeping her in place while her walls squeeze and milk his throbbing, swollen cock. Her insides clamp tightly down on Diavolo as she lets out a scream, tumbling over the edge. Diavolo releases his own broken moans as he comes hard inside her, his cock pulsing as cum continues to pour out, filling her until it spills out of her pussy and he is spent.

Both stay like that, gasping for breath as Barbatos undoes the restraints. “You both did well. I'm sure the young master's seed will take. If not, we'll just have to do this again.”

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I've been feeling sick and down(acid reflux and depression dont mix), so a bit of hurt and comfort is in order. I didn't really think to hard when making this, and this is my own hc on how the brothers would act, so if it's ooc I apologize.(also please ignore errors I just wanted to get this our of my head and if this brings someone comfort then that's womderful)

Also, this should be gender neutral. I've done my best to tag as so. So enjoy.

Your not feeling well, the stress from the past couple of months finally catching up to you aa you wake up one morning, body feeling fatigued, stomach hurting, all in all you don't have it in you for another day of destruction from the brothers or the devildom.

Turning on your side you can feel the pain in your stomach bubble. A deep sigh leaving your lips bringing a choked sob. Slowly tears start to pour, your chest tightens with pain as you try to gasp for some form of a breath between inhails.

It was gonna be another long day. Another long day of fights, of studies, of fixing problems, and you just didn't have it in you. Not today, at least. All you wanted to do was be curled up in a blanket burrito, look out a window, drink some water, and maybe take something for your stomach.

In the end, you pulled the blankets up to your nose and decided you didn't care enough to bother worrying about what anyone would say or even if the Devildom burned down. You just wanted to sleep. To not be awake and feel the pain, to not think about everything.

The first to come check on you is, of course, Lucifer when you didn't come down for breakfast. He knocks on the door before walking in seeing you still in bed and he huffs, out of everyone you were the most reliable. His brothers he would expect to slack off but not you. He walks over, a gentle hand shakes you.

'Please,' you whine, the nausea starting to bubble in your stomach, 'I don't feel good.'

Lucifers brows furrow as he places a hand on your forehead but don't feel a fever, 'your not hot,' he mumbles.

'My stomach hurts, my body feels weak. Please, I just want to sleep,' you mutter a sad plea.

You can hear Lucifer let out a sigh, 'OK, ill let RAD know of your absent,' a large hand gently strokes your head, the motion causing you to let out a content sigh. There is something about the action that is comforting, soothing even. You didn't want his affection to stop but as he pulled his hand away you knew he had to sadly.

'I will bring you some water and meds. Is there anything else you need? "Lucifer asks as he tucks the blankets around you, making sure you are snug and warm.

You shake your head, simply happy to not have to push yourself though the day with a body heavy and stomach feeling sour. Granted you knew you wouldn't have to if you didn't want to. None of the brothers would force you. If anything all of them would spend the day watching over you and pampering you.

Satan is reading you a story if you were bored. He would also go out to try to find better medicine and try to find a book to try to help you feel better.

Levi keeping you company and making sure to do all the daily and grab all the energy for your games

Beel would make sure you are feed of course but would also on request carry you around like a little wrapped burrito that way you wouldn't feel so cooped up in your room. Being curled up into his chest is very comforting.

Asmo would do a low energy self care. Hot baths to help your fatigued muscles. Face mask to feel refreshed. He would also do your hair in a braid so it didn't get messy and tangled while you weren't feeling good.

Belphie would bring his best blankets and pillows. He would also lay with you if you asked.

Mammon, surprisingly, go into big bro mode and make sure everyone is kept in line. It was a rare site, but as the older brother, he needed to make sure his little brother didn't cause a racket and upset you. He would also let you have some of his stash of his best secret ramen.

Oh, and all of them would rub your tummy if you requested (something that you find relieves the pain and is soothing)

At the end of the day, despite how hectic things can be. You are loved and treasured by not just the brothers but everyone else as well.

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Diavolo's Kinktober: Lingerie

Authors Note: I know I am behind. I have been sick and I'm finally feeling better so I am hoping to catch up at some point. That being said. I hope you guys enjoy~

Lingerie

Pronouns: She/Her

The door softly shuts behind MC with a click, the gift bag rustling at her side as she takes a deep breath before heading over to the little coffee table in the middle of Diavolo’s room. Opening the bag, she peers inside and lays her eyes on the sheer white lingerie. She lifts the garment out of the gift bag to examine it, her fingers running along the soft fabric until they find the open slit that will expose her nipples. The image of Diavolo on top of her, sucking at her hardened buds through the slit, makes her body feel flush and an ache slowly rise between her legs. MC’s heart rate picks up as she continues to trail down, her eyes landing on the open slit in the crotch area; her breath catches in her throat as her face flushes at the thought of wearing something so risqué.

Taking a deep breath to steal herself, Mc lays the garment down on Diavolo’s huge plush bed. Taking another deep breath, she pulls her top over her head and folds it, laying it on the table before taking off her pants and doing the same as with her top. She takes the lingerie, holding it up over her body before stepping into it and pulling it up, adjusting the fabric to ensure the open slits over her nipples and between her legs are exposed. Running her hands down her body to smooth out any wrinkles, Mc heads into Diavolo’s bathroom, walking up to the mirror and pulling down her hair to style it into a braided bun, keeping it out of her face. After finishing her hair, she turns her head from side to side to examine her work before going back to Diavolo’s bed.

She crawls to settle in the middle of the bed, pulls out her phone, and tilts it slightly above her to capture a teasing shot of what she’s wearing, showcasing a hint of her nipples peeking out from the slits. After taking a quick look at the photo, Mc types out a message to Diavolo about having a surprise for him in his room, accompanied by a wink emoji, before hitting send. She lays back on the mattress, allowing her body to stretch as she waits for a response.

“I wonder if he will end his work early once he sees the text,” she mutters to herself, running a hand down her body. The sensation of the soft fabric grazes under her fingertips as she playfully brushes between the fabric and her exposed nipple, relishing the feeling as her bud begins to harden under her touch.

Mc's hand wanders down, grazing over her thighs before reaching her exposed sex. She lightly strokes the skin there, causing her back to arch as she pinches one of her nipples with her other hand. She lets out a gasp as she applies more pressure, her hips grinding against the friction.

The image of Diavolo watching her from above flashes through her mind, making her spread her legs wider and slip her fingers between her slick folds. She finds the sensitive bundle of nerves and begins to circle it roughly, her hips bucking as she imagines him standing over her, unbuckling his pants as he watches.

She continues to touch herself, imagining Diavolo doing the same. She inserts a second finger and begins to pump in time with his imagined strokes. She imagines him telling her how good she looks, how he's going to take her over and over again when he's finished.

She focuses on pleasuring herself, her mind fully immersed in the fantasy. The palm of her hand brushes against her nipple, causing her to moan as she reaches her peak. She collapses onto the bed, her mind still consumed by the image of Diavolo.

“Oh my,” she cries out as her head thrashes with her orgasm quickly approaching. “Mmm, please, I—” She is cut off as she feels a large hand grab the one deep inside her and pull it out.

Her eyes flutter open, her breath panting as she looks down to see Diavolo between her legs. “Did you miss me so much that you had to start without me, my dear?” he questions, a teasing smirk playing on his lips before he sticks her slick fingers in his mouth, licking and sucking them clean before pulling off with a plop.

“You look so breathtaking,” Diavolo mumbles between MC’s legs. His hot breath ghosts over her sensitive heat, sending chills up her spine and making her squirm.

Spreading her lips apart, Diavolo gives a broad lick to her cunt, her hips trying to thrust up into his tongue. “O-oh,” MC starts, her words getting stuck in her throat when she feels Diavolo press her hips into the mattress and give her clit a rough suck, pulling a scream from her lungs as her hands weave into Diavolo’s locks, tugging at them as her body thrashes. He gives long, slow laps at that sensitive bundle of nerves, causing her legs to shake and her body to twitch.

“D-Diavolo, please,” MC whines as he keeps her teetering on the edge, repeatedly pushing her close only to pull away and deny her an orgasm. 

“Would you like to cum for me?” Diavolo responds, pulling away to look up at her, his face wet with her slick.

“Yes, I do,” Mc pleads.

Diavolo sits back on his knees, his cock flushed and dripping with precum on display for her to see. “If you want to cum, you will have to do something about this,” he says as he crawls over Mc, pulling her head up to hover just below his cock. “Open your pretty mouth for me,” Diavolo coos, his eyes dark with lust.

Mc parts her lips, her tongue sticking out to lap at the tip of his cock, catching some of the precum on her tongue. The taste makes her cunt throb as she places the tip in her mouth, slowly bobbing her head as she takes more and more of his girth into her mouth. Diavolo takes her head and holds it in place, pushing her further down on his cock to the back of her throat, causing her eyes to water as he uses her mouth to please himself. The musky smell and taste of his cock make her moan as she chokes, causing her to press her legs together for some kind of friction as her walls flutter despite being filled.

Diavolo’s pace picks up as he pulls her hair to tilt her head up. “Look at me as I fuck your mouth, darling,” he says through gritted teeth, a growl rumbling deep within his chest. She can feel his cock throb and swell in her mouth, on the verge of cumming, before he pulls out at the last second, throwing her back onto the mattress. He hooks her knees, pushing them to her chest before bottoming out deep inside her, her walls fluttering as he fills her in one motion.

His head falls back at the tightness around his cock. His grip is tight on her legs as he pounds into her over and over again. Her mouth falls open in broken cries as he slams into that sweet spot, causing something within her to wind tightly until it snaps. Her screams escape her lips as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. The feeling of Diavolo’s cock swelling and throbbing deep within her walls prompts a drawn-out moan from Diavolo’s pace picks up as he pulls her hair to tilt her head up. “Look at me as I fuck your mouth, darling,” he says through gritted teeth, a growl rumbling deep within his chest. She can feel his cock throb and swell in her mouth, on the verge of cumming, before he pulls out at the last second, throwing her back onto the mattress. He hooks her knees, pushing them to her chest before bottoming out deep inside her, her walls fluttering as he fills her in one motion.

His head falls back at the tightness around his cock. His grip is tight on her legs as he pounds into her over and over again. Her mouth falls open in broken cries as he slams into that sweet spot, causing something within her to wind tightly until it snaps. Her screams escape her lips as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. The feeling of Diavolo’s cock swelling and throbbing deep within her walls prompts a drawn-out moan from him as he cums undone, filling her to the point where his cum spills out of her. He gives a few more shallow thrusts before he pulls out and lays beside her, pulling her in for a kiss.

“Did you enjoy your surprise?” Mc asks.

“I did. I hope you surprise me like this more often,” Diavolo says, giving her forehead a kiss.him as he cums undone, filling her to the point where his cum spills out of her. He gives a few more shallow thrusts before he pulls out and lays beside her, pulling her in for a kiss.

“Did you enjoy your surprise?” Mc asks.

“I did. I hope you surprise me like this more often,” Diavolo says, giving her forehead a kiss.

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Diavolo's Kinktober 2024: Voyeurism

Voyeurism

Pronouns: She/Her

The student council has assembled to handle end of the year celebrations. Everyone is tired as they are approaching the end of the work day, paper is in random piles, jackets are off, Lucifer hair is a bit disheveled as he tries to keep his brothers on task while trying to do his own work.

Mc had been equally busy as everyone else, not getting to see her precious red head as much as she would like. Seeing him during meetings and around RAD helped but she desired more of him especially with how busy and stressful things had been. He was her stress relief, one simple touch made the long day drain away if only for a moment. Thinking of his hands her mind wandered to more risque things, like his hand on her face, traveling down to her neck and then chest. Mc's thoughts were interrupted when a document was handed to her, her thoughts scattered as she took the paper and looked at it. Realizing there was actually nothing to do and it needed Diavolo's signature she gets up to hand it to him. As she walks toward him Mc places a spare hand in her pocket to grip a small cube tightly. She had found it in a magic item shop a while ago, the shopkeeper telling her it froze time for a small parameter. Mc had been waiting for the right time to use the device, a smirk played on her lips as she approaches Diavolo, laying down the paper in front of him she places a hand on his shoulder as she presses the cube to activate it, freezing everyone in the room but the two of them. 

Diavolo around everyone frozen in place in confusion before looking back at Mc, "Mc, what is going on?"

Mc pulls the cube out of her pocket to show him, "I found this time cube that allows me to freeze time around me."

Diavolo looks back at everyone before taking Mc's hand, "So, why did you do this?"

"Because I wanted a little time alone with you since things have been so busy," Mc replies as she turns Diavolo's face up toward her to plant a soft kiss on his lips, pulling away for a moment before diving right back into his soft lips. 

A hum leaves Diavolo’s lips as his eyes flutter shut, leaning into the kiss more deeply. MC parts her lips, allowing his tongue to slip between them to devour her, their tongues battling for control. Finally, Diavolo stands up from his chair to pull MC into his arms, the urge to have her body pressed against his overwhelming. He lets out a low moan against her lips as he loses himself in her.

After a few moments of losing themselves in the kiss, Diavolo slowly pulls away, gazing at her with gentle admiration. A deep sigh escapes from his lips before he leans in to kiss her forehead. He then lifts her up and sets her down on a clear spot on the table with a thump. MC wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him down to lay flush against her on the table, continuing their kiss. Her legs wrap around his waist, bringing him as close as she can.

As their lips slot together, MC can feel Diavolo slightly thrusting against her, a low groan spilling into the kiss. He trails kisses down her jaw, causing MC to turn her head and stretch, giving him more access as his lips travel down her neck, sucking and nipping at her pulse point. A gasp escapes her as she shivers, grinding harder against his growing, clothed erection.

MC stretches out her body, feeling Diavolo slowly kissing down her torso, lifting her shirt above her chest as he pulls down her bra, exposing her completely to him. He kisses the swell of her breast before taking the sensitive bud between his teeth, twisting the other bud with his hand. A whine escapes MC’s lips as she lifts her head and opens her eyes, only to see frozen bodies watching them. Her heart races as heat rises within her.

Her heart races at the thought of them watching her, and a grin spreads across her face as she pulls Diavolo’s hair to look up at her. “Diavolo,” Mc pauses as nerves bubble in her chest, taking a deep breath to steady herself before continuing, “Will you take me as if they are watching us?”

Diavolo’s face flushes a deep red as he coughs in surprise at her request. “I’m afraid I don’t fully understand, my darling. You want them to watch us?”

“Not exactly. Think of it as pretending. I want you to take me like you are claiming me in front of them, and there is nothing they can do but watch,” Mc clarifies, covering her face in embarrassment.

Diavolo looks around at everyone at the table, frozen, before his gaze falls back on her. His pupils dilate, filled with hunger. A shiver runs down her spine under his gaze, which trails down her body and stops at her skirt. A smirk spreads across his face as he roughly pushes her skirt up in haste, ripping off her sopping wet panties in a single motion. He stares down at her while teasingly palming his erection before placing the discarded item in his pocket. The action causes Mc to rub her legs together; the sight of him pleasuring himself makes her ache with desire. Taking a step toward her, Diavolo unzips his pants, letting his cock spring out, ready to cover her lower regions as it drips with precum.

“Tell me what you desire, Mc,” Diavolo says, his gaze fixed on her like a predator poised to pounce.

The air catches in Mc’s throat under the intensity of his stare, the tension building within her almost unbearable. “Please, Diavolo, I want you.”

A low chuckle escapes Diavolo as he inches closer, letting his hardness brush against her folds, prompting Mc to writhe slightly. “Do you want me to take you while they watch? To make it known that you are mine?”

Mc shuts her eyes, heart racing, a pulsating rhythm echoing in her ears. Diavolo grips her face, turning her to gaze at one of the brothers, who stands frozen, transfixed by the scene before him. “Now tell them. Tell them you crave me, that you want them to witness me claiming you.”

As their eyes meet, a heat spreads across Mc’s cheeks, and she lets out a shaky breath. “I want everyone to see as Diavolo lays claim to me.”

A primal growl rumbles deep within Diavolo as he pushes Mc’s knees to her chest and, without hesitation, thrusts into her in one fluid motion. His tip brushes against her sweet spot, sending her into a haze of pleasure as he drives into her relentlessly. Diavolo’s head tilts back, relishing the exquisite tightness around him, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in repeatedly, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through both of them.

“Don’t take your eyes off them, Mc,” he commands, glancing back down to find her eyes squeezed shut, lips parted as a string of blissful cries spills forth from her mouth, so captivatingly beautiful.

A few more moments pass, and when MC doesn’t open her eyes, Diavolo pulls out without warning, causing MC to whine before flipping her over onto her stomach. He pulls her hips up into the air and grabs her hair to pull her head back so she looks forward. “Look at them, MC. Don’t look away as they watch you. Let them see just how good I take you,” Diavolo says, his voice laced with authority.

MC looks up at everyone frozen around her, the ache in her core intense and throbbing from all the eyes on her as she feels Diavolo’s cock pressed against her entrance. Diavolo grips her hips in a bruising hold as he pulls her down roughly onto his cock repeatedly, the only sounds in the room being slapping skin and MC’s screams. MC watches as all the frozen figures observe her being taken, her mouth wide open as she lets out unrestrained screams, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she is at Diavolo’s mercy.

Her body shakes with each thrust. Diavolo’s hand moves from her hair to wrap around MC’s throat, giving it a light squeeze. “Who do you belong to?” he says through gritted teeth, his pace never slowing.

“Y-Y-You,” MC stutters with each slam into her G-spot.

“Whose seed are you gonna take?” he asks, his thrusts picking up speed.

“Y-YOURS! I’m gonna take your seed, Diavolo,” MC cries out.

“That’s right. You’re mine, and ONLY mine,” Diavolo says through gritted teeth as he throws his head back; he feels his cock throb and swell as MC’s walls squeeze him tightly, milking him, begging for his seed.

“O-oh, FUCK, Diavolo, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Mc cries as her orgasm hits her in waves, cumming all over his cock as she feels it twitch inside her. Diavolo lets out a drawn-out moan as he fills her to the brim with his seed. The warmth sends chills up her spine as he emptied himself into her, his thrusts becoming shallow as he comes down from his own high, pulling out of her slowly before letting her drop to the ground, gasping for breath. Diavolo steps away to look at his handiwork, watching as his cum oozes out of her, a satisfied smirk taking over his lips. He pulls out his phone to take a picture to get him through the next week of work while he knows they have to be apart, before putting the phone back in his pocket.

Diavolo sits back down in his chair to catch his breath while Mc stays splayed out on the table, completely out of it as she comes down from her own high. Once he catches his breath, Diavolo pulls out his handkerchief, stands up, and begins to clean Mc up, helping her straighten her outfit before cleaning himself up. Once they are cleaned and straightened, they take their places from when everyone had frozen, just before Mc unfroze them. In the blink of an eye, everyone starts moving again, unaware of what happened; the only evidence is Mc’s feeling of knowing she has no underwear on, the sensation bringing her mind back to what they did as they both hide what had transpired. The only hint is the quick looks they give each other as they go about their work.

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Diaovlo Kinktober 2024: Masturbation

Masturbation

Pronoun: She/Her

Lying in her bed, MC is scrolling through her phone, looking at photos taken over the years when she comes across an explicit picture—specifically, a dick pic belonging to a certain red-headed future demon king. Her breath catches in her throat as she licks her lips at the sight. She can practically taste his cock on her tongue and feel how warm and hard it would be in her hands. What she wouldn’t give to go to him right now, get down on her knees for him, and give him the blowjob of his life. Sadly, Diavolo is away on a trip, so she can’t really go to him to satisfy her needs.

An ache begins to form between MC’s legs as a whimper falls from her lips. Without a second thought, she rolls over onto her stomach and spreads her legs, grinding down on the mattress to give herself just enough friction to relieve her tension a little. She props her phone against a nearby wall to admire the photo. She loves how good his cock looks, the picture taken at a lower angle showcasing his length and girth, his member flushed and hard, with a slight sheen of precum ready to drip from the slit of the cock head. The ache between her legs intensifies, her cunt throbbing, causing her to give lazy thrusts into the mattress. The sensation stimulates her clit, eliciting gasps from her as she imagines being on her knees, his cock flushed and dripping just above her face, ready to taste. A whimper escapes Mc's lips, a yearning to be filled, a need to taste his precum and feel how hot and heavy he is on her lips. She can feel her panties beginning to dampen, evidence of her arousal staining the fabric. The wetness causes her panties to cling to her cunt, making her more sensitive as she continues to please herself.

Mc continues her shallow grinding against the mattress, at times causing her body to tremble and her toes to curl as she gets close to cumming, only to slow down so she doesn't cum. She doesn't want to stop daydreaming about the things she would do to Diavolo, how she would suck on the head of his cock as she looks up at him, knowing how much he loves eye contact as she devours him, moaning around him to send vibrations up his cock. She imagines the sounds he would make as she takes him as far back into her throat as possible, the action making his mouth agape.

She lets out a drawn-out moan as she grinds against the mattress, gradually heading for her own peak, the feel of her walls tightening around nothing making her body tense. She is so close, but just can’t get herself to tip over the edge.

Mc tucks her body pillow under her to help give her more friction as she continues her daydreams, imagining his body trembling, his hand going to the back of her head to use her mouth to take control and fuck her. She can hear the sounds he makes as he gets close and can practically imagine his cock swelling and throbbing in her mouth. Her own body tenses as she buries her face into her body pillow, a muffled scream leaving her lips as, in her daydreams, Diavolo cums down her throat; the memory of the taste of his cum pouring down her throat sends her into pure ecstasy.

Mc relaxes her body onto her body pillow, gasping for breath as she comes down from her high. Her body starts to relax as she lets out a deep sigh, her body ready for sleep to take her. Mc lets out a yawn as she rolls off of her body pillow, locks her phone, and pulls the covers over her body, ready for sleep. With a deep sigh and a tired body, Mc falls into the deepest sleep she has had in a while.