#Obey me! smut

[belphegorey]

His jersey fell down the slope of your back. Beads of sweat slipped down your skin and connected to his. Your waist was so small in his hands. You were so small. Even amongst demons, Beelzebub was large. To you he must seem giant.

His cock twitched inside your warm pussy. You would be so easy to move. He could bend and break you if he wanted. Your nails scraped along his sheets, your legs hung in the air. Each cute moan you made into his mattress had Beel groaning. You were so sweet and tiny, all in his hands.

You felt just as good as you tasted. Beel could still lick at his lips to taste your cum. Sourly sweet bliss. Three orgasms wasn’t enough, he couldn’t wait to try you again. Try you and him together. It would easily become his favourite meal.

You were sucking him in. Just as needy as he was. Beel squeezed your small body and pushed his thick cock deeper. He could feel the slight bulge in your body with his hand. So small. So tasty. So good. So you.

“Beel,” you whimpered. It sounded like he was back in the Celestial Realm listened to the angels choir. Your hands were delicate as they reached his, so small against him. “‘m gonna!”

He held your small hands in his hands and against your waist. Your little body convulsed as you came over his cock. He licked more if your glistening slick from his lips. He loved it so much. He loved you even more. “Good girl,”

Beel was straining to keep himself in check. Your hands grasped his as best you could and he moaned. Your ass bounced against him, covered in bites just like your thighs. He needed to keep this image of you forever. So beautiful and perfect for him, with just as much sweetness as always.

Thick cum was filling you before Beel could properly realise. The pleasure was so good. It washed over him. Your moans returned at the hot seed inside you. He felt you milk it from him, his spine shuddered. His mouth was already watering in anticipation for your joined taste.

[demonvibez]

Oooh there's this scenario I've had in my mind for a while now //0//0// Its pretty generic I think but... Beelzebub + using food during sex.... It's kind of cheesy but like,,, it's so hot too. whipped cream ON his favorite human?? They both taste divine in their own right, but both at the same time?? Sinful.

A/N: not cheesy at all! I think a lot of us would enjoy this scenario. 😈 hope y'all enjoy this drabble, lemme know if you'd like more! ♡ Rating: Explicit (MDNI) Tags: food play, chest play, oral sex, fem anatomy, penetration mention

It all starts out innocently enough, as it normally does when hanging out with your boyfriend. You find him in the kitchen once again, cruising the cupboards for a midnight snack. You surprise him with a few snacks in a hidden drawer of the fridge, and pull him back with you to your room. You can't sleep anyway, so why not indulge?

And while Beelzebub is normally content to munch away on whatever snacks you relinquish to him, instead he intently watches as you enjoy your own food. Do you even know how seductive you're being? The way you lick the whipped cream off of your fingers, the way your eyes roll back a little at the taste. He can't help but for his mind to be clouded with ideas on how he can make your eyes roll back...

Suddenly, a dollop of whipped cream falls down your chest, dripping its way between your breasts. Before you can even reach down to wipe it off yourself, you can feel Beelzebub's tongue gently licking it off of you. Savoring it like a rare treat, the moan he lets out at the taste stirs desire deep within you.

"-Tastes'damn good," he mumbles against your skin as his lips continue, searching for more. He needs to taste more of you, all of you - another shade of his Gluttony taking over. You pull away, only to quickly pull off your top and spray a little bit of the whipped cream onto your nipple. With a mischievous smirk and lustful eyes, you press your breast back to Beel's lips - which he eagerly accepts. The feeling of him swirling your nipple around his tongue has you gasping out tiny little whimpers and moans, eliciting Beel's already aroused cock to grow impossibly harder. He'd love nothing more than to relieve his aching cock right now, stretching that pretty little hole of yours and filling you up with his own cream - but his sin has another idea, for now.

In almost an instant, Beel pulls away from you, only for him to grab the waist of your shorts and rip them off with your underwear in one fluid motion. He snatches the bottle from your hand, a slight shiver going up your spine as he sprays it onto your sex. The moan that escapes your lips as he licks the cream from your clit is loud enough to leak into the hallway - but neither of you care. 

Sweeter than Celestial sugar, he can't get enough of the taste. His favorite human on his tongue, drizzled in the sweetness of the cream - so heavenly, and yet so sinful. Although the more he continues, the more he realizes he prefers to taste only you. He discards the can, his focus never leaving - he is beyond ravenous, and only you can satiate his hunger. His moans rumble deep into your core, the tension within you building as he devours you. Another few swirls of his tongue send you over the edge, euphoria washing over your body as he eagerly laps up every last drop.

And without even the slightest pause, the Avatar of Gluttony continues on, happily sucking on your sensitive cherry as you writhe in pleasure underneath him. Overstimulated after your first climax, you beg and whine, your mind a mess as you grind against his face for more. You just need him inside of you right now, but he just can't find the willpower to pull himself away...

You are addictingly delicious, and Beelzebub will not be stopping until his appetite is fully satisfied.

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[dollwrites]

I have a request!!! Can you maybe do a dark fic of Yandere Belphie (OM) where the MC reader (fem preferably) somehow accidentally goes into Belphie’s room/cage without being able to get back out? The longing of Belphie as he watches her come and go…but now? She can finally be his.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, yandere!belphie, noncon, begging, fingering, very brief degradation, touch starved belphie, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

“Don’t leave me,” it was a pathetic and whiny moan against the shell of your ear. one you might have even thought was precious had he not been pressing all of his body weight against you. his fists wrapped tightly around your wrists, pinning the backs of your hands to the floor as he littered your sensitive neck with hungry, open mouthed kisses. “Stay with me. Play with me.”

you could feel the graze of his teeth, and the roughness of his horns as they rub against you, his tongue swirling circles, leaving trails of warm saliva over skin that he swells by suckling hard. “B—Belph…!” you gasp, tilting your head back to try and look towards the gated exit. it must’ve been charmed by magic you didn’t understand, because once you’d managed to get inside, you couldn’t get back out. your DDD lay just on the other side, though, and you could see Lucifer’s stoic expression every time the phone lit up with another call. “I-I need to…” your arms could fit through the bars, if he wasn’t pinning them down. your hands make fists, and then uncurl, as if you were trying to grab for it, and bite your lip as you stare at the screen. you could imagine Lucifer was robocalling you, unable to find you in the manor.

“Don’t worry, he won’t even think to look here.” Belphegor elicits a breathy moan, pressing his body to yours. his eyes flickered up to the DDD, too, and he allows a lazy smirk to stretch his lips as he presses them in a seal against your collarbone. he shifts his grip, taking your weak wrists together in one palm to push them above your head. this new position freed one hand that he then slipped under the waistband of your jeans, regardless of your gurgled protest. he didn’t even have to unbutton them, digging underneath the fabric of them and your panties to cup your warm sex. you whimper, pushing your back off the floor at the sensation— it’s greedy and uncouth, the tips of his digits hooking underneath your netherlips to anchor his hand there. your thighs clamp together, legs trying to rub and kick between your bodies, but his hand was already between your hips, and there was no pushing him out now. “You’re such a good girl, my brother wouldn’t suspect you’d break his rules, come exploring the attic even though he told you not to. You’re safely here with me, and I don’t have to let you go.” he whispers each syllable, signing his name over your chest with his tongue as if to claim you as his.

“I’ve been waiting… watching for so long… I’ve needed this. I’ve needed you.”

“W—wait,” you breathe out, bucking your hips, squeezing your fists and pushing against his strength. it was no use, you were much, much weaker than him, but you tried to show as much resistance as you could muster, “d-don’t touch… Belphie, Lucifer will eventually find me! I don’t want you to get in more trouble…” you were panting, now, be it from fear or the pleasurable strokes as he rubs his finger pads between your folds, feeling all of your slick, vulnerable sex. you didn’t want to show that it felt good, being played with against your will, but you couldn’t help it if he felt the heat from your blushing cheeks, or the way your cunt trembled under his fingertips. “J—just help me reach my DDD, yeah..??” you bite down, harshly on your lip when he lets out a bestial snort, using his horns and hooking them through your top and bra. with a shake of his head, like a mad bull, he’s shredded your clothes, and nuzzles his face into your breasts, smothering himself with them. your eyelids flutter when he nips at one, delicate bud; it hardens between his teeth, a pleased growl rumbling in the back of his throat. “L—Lucifer might reward you for h-helping, I could even… maybe I can ask him to let y-you out—!” you try to add, but his middle finger slips into your clenching hole, and it spasms in protest as he sets a brutal pace. “B-Belphegor..!! D—don’t..!!”

“You’re so stupid, it’s kinda cute, even.” Belphegor teases, his gaze burning into yours as he rolls your nipple between his teeth, before clamping his mouth down around it, sucking. he makes a loud, smacking sound as drool leaks out of the corners of his mouth, as if he were feeding from you as desperately as a starved animal. he moans, his ring finger joining the middle one to stretch you open further. they pump, knuckle deep, inside of you, and you can feel every subtle curl as he searches for a sweet spot. you mewl his name, pathetic tears in the corners of your eyes. he was rough, but you didn’t think that he was trying to hurt you.

he was just so damn desperate— and you could see a wildfire of hunger burning in his eyes. he couldn’t be gentle, even if he wanted to.

prying his mouth from your nipple with a dizzying pop, he breathes, ragged, glaring up at you with his dark tresses hanging in his eyes. “You’re here with me, now. I don’t care about getting out, not anymore. Not now that I’ve snagged a pretty, little plaything to keep me happy.” his fingers thrust in, deep and fast, until you’re squealing and writhing around on the floor, and he nuzzles against your breast, smearing saliva between his cheek and your mound, before dragging his teeth and tongue over your areola with his fist clenching your wrists tighter. he moans, closing his eyes, when his fingers batter a bundle of spongy nerves that send you into a yelping, kicking fit, coming unraveled beneath him. “And you like it, too, don’t you?” when you shake your head, trying to bite down on your lip so you don’t make any more flustered sounds, his pace only picked up, coaxing your body to answer for you. clenches, spasms, and soaking through your jeans, your eyelids fluttered and your head fell back. you could still watch Lucifer lighting up your DDD, no doubt urgently looking for you. “It’s okay, you can lie to me and tell me you hate it, if that’s what you want.” Belphegor presses all of his weight on you, dragging his open mouth against your cheek as he breathes heavily against it. there’s a sizable, firm lump that grinds against your trembling thigh when he rests his body on yours, and you hate how wet it makes you to feel the shape of his cock prodding, searching for your hyper-sensitive cunt. “As long as you never leave me, you can act as bratty as you want to. Our little game,” he coos, nibbling on your jaw, before inching up to smother your mouth with his own, “just remember, the more you resist, the rougher I’ll have to get, baby.”

[squiddy-god]

brothers wedding nights

Smut- old so I don't really know all of what happens but it's smut that's for Shure.

He’s been itching to rail you ever since the after party started 

Once he gets you back to the room he’s not wasting any time tying you up in soft silk ribbons and roaming your body

The corruption kink is strong with this one 

Whispers all of the dirty things he wants to do to you, his deep sultry voice ringing in your head as his hands play with your body

He absolutely LOVES calling you his spouse while he fucks you silly, his inhuman cock slamming into you over and over as your body shudders at the bumps and ridges that drag along your walls 

The sir kink that this man has is astronomical and you better believe he makes you call him sir 

No matter what you are you have a wedding garter solely because the prospect of lucifer gently tugging it down your thigh with his teeth is so fucking hot-

Mammon 

Vibrating with excitement and his dick is twitching right along with him  

The second the after party ends he’s dragging you back to his room 

To imatiant to take off the garter, plus he thinks its hotter to fuck you with it on

He’s going to mark every inch of you in hickeys and love bites 

I like the idea of mammon fucking you on just about evry surface in his room, from his couch to the hood of the car he has in his loft 

His cock will feel so so so nice inside you, rigged and bumps pushing you threw orgasm after orgasm 

Also willing to bottom, winy subby mammon being all needy as his cock twitches in your hand, the flushed red tip twitching and leaking, his rich skin burning at your every touch and he keeps muttering how your HIS human and HIS spouse and how he’s YOUR man 

Possessive dirty talking mammon can get it 

Levi 

Levi was so nervous about this part

What if you change your mind, what if you decide you don’t want him?

Oh at first it’s just like normal, same old subby levi moaning and whining as you sucked and rubbed his cocks, the flat head oozing pre-cum and his hims involuntary jerked, his tail wrapped around your wrist desperately hanging on as his body shuddered 

But the more he thinks about what if you had chosen someone else, the more he gets that envy in the pit of his stomach

Suddenly the tables have turned 

Your under him with his tail wrapping around you, pressing on your tongue and worming inside your mouth while his purplish flushed cocks pressing into you while he muttered into your neck

Telling you all of his possessive jealous thoughts, more as a way to prove to himself that he’s good enough

Satan 

He was very very confident 

He was definitely looking forward to this part

Probably one of the more vanilla times youve had sex

Which isn’t saying much

He’s definitely a lot more gentle, lots of loving caresses and sweet kisses placed on your body as his hands roam around to all of your sweet spots, ripping those delicious moans from your pretty little throat

I wouldn’t plan on wearing nice lingerie because he plans to rip it off 

He wont have you in cat ears like he normally would (haha unless) but hes still going to call you his naughtly kitty 

Ughh just kiss that stupid cocky grin right off his face, but be warned he’ll make you kiss the cum off of his cock too, because you cant just be a brat and expect to not be put in your place 

Asmo 

Asmo had it all planned out from the beginning 

Rose scented candles and flower petals littered the bed

He planned to make a whole night out of this, first it would start with champagne and a bubble bath, asmos hands would wander and wash your body with the soapy bubbles, heated kisses adding to the need you felt. He was going to drag this out as long as he could 

Finally he gets you to the bed, clouds of lust and love sweraling in his vision as his eyes raked over your body, irises dipping and moving to follow every familiar curve and line

Asmos makes sure to lavish you in praise from the very beginning, from the moment he complimented your undergarments as he undressed you, too when his cock is buried inside you, twitching and pulsing as the odd shape dragged inside you 

Oh he definitely wants pictures of you to commemorate this moment 

And to jack off to when you can’t help him personally

Avatar of lust and king of oral

He’ll have you cumming on his face until you’re shaking with those cute little tears of pleasure 

Beel 

Beel was so caught up in how much he loved you that it slipped his mind 

Then you’re both alone and he remembers about this part 

Shyly approaches you 

We stan a man who thinks consent is sexy 

Sex that night is very soft and vanilla, with beels large cock pressing into you slowly so you can udjust, and with beel whispering words of love and affirmation into your ear

Although i will say that you are covered in hickeys, so many hickeys it’s ridiculous in fact

Beel wants to make sure that you feel loved tonight, as if this bean doesn’t make you feel loved every night 

But tonight is extra special so he ties to be extra gentle as his hands grope and squeeze you, bringing out those delicious moans, all of them muffled and swallowed threw the loving kiss he maintains throughout your love making 

Wants to cum inside but will of course ask you first because he’s sweet

If you thought he wasn’t going to send you into light overstimulation from oral then you were wrong because he absolutely will 

Will hold your hand throughout the hole thing and wont stop saying how much he loves you, its real soft beel hours

Belphie 

Belphie was wrapped up in a swarm of emotions throughout the day/night and in the back of his head he was more than ready to let it out, all of that fear, joy, pride, anxiousness that he kept hidden (well not the joy and pride, cheeky shit) behind his care free attitude of joy and love 

In one of belphies calls, the first one you get i think, belphie says that he’s alway up at night, because of this you had the wedding at dusk, or when dusk would be,  so he could stay awake, and now that it was “night time” he was fully awake and ready to plow you

You go up to the attic with him and he straight up tosses you on the bed, his tail swishing back and forth excitedly, his cock getting semi hard at the thought of pumping into you, his little human he loves so much

Still asks consent because the brothers are absolute kings (bastards but kings nonetheless) 

Another one who leaves hickeys, but unlike beel who just likes to taste you, hes possessive like mammon, he wants everyone to know that he’s the only one who gets to say he put a ring on your finger and his cock inside of you

Give him hickeys back and he’ll have a cocky grin for days 

Hangs his head low 1) because while he is fucking you sensless, he also wants to be close to you 2) low-key wants you to grab his horns while he plows you 

Despite the pace his cock is pumping into you with, he’s very soft, lots of praise and love 

[ilychld]

the brothers would definitely tag-team MC. they'd take turns and when deciding, it's not the most pleasant thing.

the brothers would probably decide who fucks MC first by making it a game to who can make you cum with their hands the most, they wouldn't care if you're a sobbering mess or when you scream for them to stop. they just know you could handle more than what their hands are giving, you just have to wait.

and you did, you lay nearly motionless as your hole ached to be filled. you wanted to scream, to tell them to just fuck you at the same time but you can't. your mind has turned to a puddle, alongside your sheets and words couldn't form anymore. you could only babble until they were done with you.

using you, or fucking you with only their hands lasted for an hour or two until you were able to scream beelzebub's name as you came undone for the upteenth time. and when you did, they stopped. grunts and muttering filled the room shortly, cursing as they stepped away for beel to ravish you.

"say beel, we're twins right? how about we share MC together?"

[zorosdimples]

GOOD PET

pairing ༄ lucifer x gn!reader

warnings ༄ minors: please do not interact! i will block you. brief sexual content, pet play, dubious consent, voyeurism, exhibitionism. reader is self-conscious about their chest, but their genitalia isn’t mentioned, and they are referred to as “you.” lucifer is mean!!! please let me know if i should add anything else to the warnings!

word count ༄ 1123

notes ༄ i told jules @bizarrebankai forever ago that i would write this based on a post she made about lucifer and pet play. i never thought i would write pet play, but here we are! my initial vision for this piece was much softer, but…it took on a life of its own. i hope everyone enjoys <3

your neck prickles in anticipation as lucifer emerges from his closet and approaches you steadily, collar in hand. his predatory eyes are crimson—fresh blood on a sharp blade—but as he steps up to you, he raises a gentle gloved hand to cup your face. he breathes a wry chuckle as you melt into his hold.

“did you think you would get away unscathed after that stunt you pulled during my meeting, darling?” lucifer coos, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone, teasing tenderness. “no matter how sweet you are, you cannot escape your punishment.”

a foolish human, you rush to your own defense. “it was mammon’s idea and—” lucifer squeezes your jaw to stop your prattling, your glossy lips puckered into a cute pout.

the demon has half a mind to kiss you stupid and take you against the wall, but that wouldn’t be fun, now would it? after all: you must learn your lesson.

your gaze flickers down to the collar. the buttery black leather is accented by a gleaming buckle. no frills, no embellishments, no nonsense—much like your lover. the only notable feature of the collar is hidden on the interior lining: lucifer’s name spelled out in little silver stamps, each letter flipped backwards so when the collar hugs your neck, the cool metal nips at your warm flesh. after it’s unbuckled and removed, the demon’s name is branded into your skin.

it’s an ephemeral reminder of who you belong to.

“good pets only speak when they are spoken to,” lucifer reprimands as he fastens the collar around your neck tight enough to be uncomfortable. you whimper as you feel his name kiss your throat.

he offers you a sinister smile, wine-dark irises glowing with foreboding. “mammon will receive his punishment too, i can assure you. but i would be more concerned about myself if i were you.”

the thinly-veiled threat curls against your nape and gooseflesh skitters across your limbs. you shiver. lucifer pats your head like an owner comforting his jittery lapdog before crossing his arms and giving you a firm command: “strip.”

your fingers slip beneath the hem of your shirt and you pull it off in one swift motion; your bottoms pool at your feet soon after, then finally your undergarments fly to the floor. perhaps you should feel vulnerable—nude and collared before the fully clothed demon—but you are single-mindedly focused on avoiding any further transgressions.

lucifer barely spares you a glance before he turns his back to you and walks toward the mahogany door. “better. now follow me.”

dropping on all fours, you trail after lucifer, knees knocking and palms dragging against the gnarled hardwood floor. you hesitate when he turns a corner and heads in the direction of the front entryway. as if he has eyes on the back of his head and can hear your thoughts, he stops to assert, “all my brothers are where they should be.” he doesn’t need to tell you to keep moving—the order is in the steel edge of his cool tone.

descending the stairs is difficult, and you scurry to keep pace with lucifer’s long strides, his footsteps muffled by the plush, centuries old carpet that leads to the living room. you follow him obediently down the winding halls, breathing sharply in and out of your nose so you don’t pant like a dog. confusion clouds your thoughts when the demon stops outside your bedroom.

you can taste the question that sits on the tip of your tongue, but you swallow it down. wordlessly, lucifer opens the door, and you halt mid-crawl, a shocked gasp tumbling out of your lips.

mammon is bound and gagged, hanging upside down from the ceiling. the magic-imbued rope crackles and sparks as it comes into contact with the demon’s skin, a duel between lucifer’s magic and mammon’s, the woven fibers ultimately preventing the second-born’s escape. he’s writhing around against his bonds and letting out muffled curses as you enter the room.

when mammon spots you, he ceases to struggle altogether, body sagging and golden irises wide as grimm. you scramble to preserve some modicum of dignity, falling to your knees, hands flailing to protect your chest. flames engulf your skin and tears sting at your eyes. neither of you register the sound of lucifer closing the bedroom door and the lock clicking into place.

against your better judgment, you address the demon who orchestrated this twisted rendezvous.

“lucifer? what’s going on?” you wince at the words that leave your trembling lips—unusually high-pitched and squeaky like a dog toy. your humiliation intensifies.

“did you hear something, mammon?” lucifer addresses his younger brother casually, icy voice haughty. “it sounded like…yapping.”

mammon doesn’t react to lucifer’s question, still staring at you.

“you’ve been here for a while, and still have quite some time left, so i thought i would be a good big brother and bring you a little distraction to pass the time,” lucifer explains, stroking your hair. his touch would feel absentminded if you didn’t know him so well. “isn’t that right, little one?”

your neck snaps up to look at lucifer. his heavy hand still rests atop your head and his menacing grin reveals knife-edged incisors. you tremble beneath him: easy prey.

“you and mammon got into trouble together, darling; now you shall endure your punishments together.”

lucifer’s palm curves to fist your hair and tug you forward. in an attempt to avoid being dragged, you haphazardly crawl beside him, fingernails scraping against the floor. he stops you only a few feet from where mammon swings from the rafters.

“what do you think of my pet, mammon?” lucifer taunts. each word is an alluring barb dripping with poison. you watch the white-haired demon; his adam’s apple bobs in response to his brother’s question.

lucifer switches his attention to you, kneeling down to your height, thumbing at your plush bottom lip. “how would you like to give my dear brother a little show?” he asks. your body reacts before your brain can and you nod. his lips tug into a smirk. “i knew you would.”

your stomach turns as lucifer stands up and unbuckles his belt. his voice is low as he orders, “on your knees.” hot tears are already blurring your vision as you wobble into position.

lucifer pulls his cock out of his trousers, flushed and oozing precum. “tongue out.”

you do as he says, pink muscle lolling out of your mouth, salivating in anticipation. lucifer smacks his heavy tip onto your extended tongue and you stay still, awaiting his next order. under your fluttering lashes your wet gaze is glued to his; he beams.

“good pet.”

you are too rapt to notice your audience’s stifled groans and the prominent bulge in his jeans.

[cosmiic-world]

mammon — shower sex

cw: mature themes (obviously), latino!mammon, overstimulation, dacryphilia, slightly submissive to dom mammon, aphrodisiac mentioned, praise, use of “good girl”, pet names (princesa/princess, mami), filth.

i spent weeks writing this dosnksnsnsk

mammon was so horny that he couldn’t handle it, his cock throbbing against the material of his pants as he stumbled into your room. he practically whined when he did that see you immediately. he thought you’d be on your bed, reading a magazine with your feet swaying in the air, catching a glimpse of your cute black lace underwear from underneath your cute matching silk sleep dress that he got you.

his ears perked as he heard the running wayer coming from the bathroom, his mouth practically salivating at the thought of your wondrous body underneath the water, steam mixing with your harsh pants and moans. he quickly made his way towards the door in two quick strides, needing to take care of his problem fast before he went insane.

you were humming softly to yourself as you heard a knock on the door. “who is it?”

“it’s me, darlin.” he said before opening the door and closing it quickly, locking it before leaning against the door for support.

“hi baby, i’m just about done here, just give me a few minutes, yeah?” you said cheerfully, completely oblivious to the fact that your boyfriend was barely able to hold himself together. he wasn’t sure what made him this fucking horny but he was in agony.

after a few beats of silence, you furrowed your brows, worried. “mammon?” you peeked around the shower curtain to see the disastrous state he was in. his cheeks flushed, his hair was a mess, clothes ruffled and messed up completely. “what’s wrong?”

“need you. need you now. need to feel that sweet cunt around me, please.” he whined as he struggled with his belt.

you reached out to help him, worried about him. he didn’t even care if you got his clothes wet, he needed you immediately.

once his clothes were finally off, he grabbed your hips and pulled you against him as you stepped back into the shower, feeling his cock hot and heavy against your stomach.

“what,” you gasped against his lips as he kissed you fervently, “what happened to you?”

“i- i don’t know. i ate somethin’ and i just had an extremely painful boner.” he said, placing open mouthed kisses down your neck.

you moaned and tilted your head, your fingers finding their way into his hair and gently grabbing onto it, tugging it slightly. you shuddered as he groaned almost like an animal against your supple skin.

“can’t take it ‘nymore. gotta cum.. please.” he said, whining slightly as he rutted against your stomach. he was so desperate and needed something, anything, to make him cum.

“it’s okay, i got you baby.” you said before wrapping your fingers around his angry red tip, setting a brisk pace for your strokes.

his body shook as he threw his head back, moaning and groaning at the relieving pleasure you brought him. “oh fuck.. i think ‘m gonna-“ his words were cut off with an abrupt gasp as he came hard.

you hummed softly as it hit your chest, feeling the warm seed being washed away by the water. “good job, baby.” you said, smiling as you watched him fall apart from your touch. your smile was soon wiped off your face as he opened his eyes and you noticed that oh so familiar mischievous glint in his eyes.

“c’mere mami.” he said before grabbing your waist and turning you around so your back was flush against his chest. “you trust me, right mami?” he said as he placed hot open mouthed kisses along the side of your neck.

“mhmm, of course i do baby.” you nodded, letting your eyes close as you tilted your head, humming happily.

mammon grabbed the handheld showerhead from its holder and switched the setting to it’s powerspray setting. “hold onto me, i got you.” he said before using his free arm to lift your leg.

your opened your eyes to see the shower head in his hand and held onto his arm just as he said. just as you were about to ask what he was doing, he positioned the water to hit your clit with just the right pressure. you gasped and moaned at the pleasure, leaning back against him. “oh fuck!”

“se siente bien, mami?” he said, smiling. he loved seeing you become putty in his hands.

“f-feels so good,” you moaned out, humming in pleasure as your hips began to rock back and forth on their own.

“good. let yourself go, mami. you can do it. i know you can.” he said, kissing your neck again and adding onto the sweet pleasure you were feeling.

your hips began bucking wildly as you got closer to your orgasm, your moans becoming desperate. “o-oh- m-mammon, ‘m gonna cum!”

“c’mon mami, cum for me.” he said, smiling as your legs trembled, threatening to give out which made you lean on him for support.

you cried out loud as you came hard, your eyes rolling to the back of your head which made you see stars. “oh, f-fuuuck.” you moaned out. you cried as your legs attempted to close but his hand that had your leg lifted kept you from closing them.

“that’s it baby, good girl…” he said into your ear, groaning softly as your hips bucked widly, your moans turning into cries as you were quickly overstimulated. “such a good fucking girl for me… mi princesa” he said as he took the water pressure away from your clit and hooked it back, setting it back onto its regular setting, letting the warm water cascade down your bodies. he gently let your leg down and caressed you, running his hands up and down your body.

“can you handle one more for me?” he said, smiling as he watched the way your chest rose and fell while you panted, barely coming down from your orgasm. you couldn’t help but nod, craving for more of him. “i knew you could do it, princesa.” he smirked as he lifted your leg up again, slightly lower this time, and aligned his hard cock with your slick hole.

“‘m gonna make sure you cant walk again, okay mami?”

[bakersgrief]

Alright everyone (I say when most of my moots are asleep)

Writing requests are OPEN!

I will write for:

Any Ikemen series character (doesn't have to be a suitor)

Whb

Obey me!

The Arcana

Last Legacy

A3!

What I WILL do:

Headcanons

Multiple characters

One-shots

NSFW

Suitor x suitor

Suitor x oc

Oc x oc

Angst

Hurt/comfort

Dark themes

Au's

Kink

What I WON'T do:

Nothing comes to mind, but I'll tell you if there's something I don't want to do in your request.

[belphegorey]

Omg all the pervy Levi thoughts sounds so good!! I’m really interested in the stuck in the video game one though!

ahhhhh ok! i’m just gonna do a short lol thing for this but if you’re still interested i might have to make it a full fic 👀

“dear princess,” he laid you down on the bed. armour clattered against him as he moved. the gaudy rings and bracelets your character wore glowed throughout the darkness of the tower. who would’ve thought the devildom had a rapunzel video game story? “i ask for no reward,”

his sweet kiss made you smile. seeing leviathan so excited was your own happiness. even if that included slaughtering the dragons and people who had kidnapped you. “but, brave knight, how else can i thank you?”

his gloved hands undid the ties of your gown. you weren’t even surprised to find no underwear beneath, leviathan wasn’t the type to buy family friendly games of course. “allow me the time to feel you,” fingers trailed down your stomach. you felt weak in levi’s hold, stammering as his finger traced lower.

until it eventually flicked over your clit. you whines and leaned into the mattress. levi smirked, his hair a mess from fighting and temporary battle scars across his cheeks. he looked good. too good. “sir knight -“

“consider it my reward,” the first finger felt like sweet torture. almost bigger than normal. you were half waiting for him to combust on himself and let his tail work you instead. confidence was a good look on levi. “let your heroic knight have this.”

[demonvibez]

explicit (mdni) · gn reader, outer/intercourse, unprotected sex

Asmodeus is no stranger to a party - especially when he is the guest of honor. Which is why it shocks you when he elects for a private night in with you for his birthday - but you're the best gift he could ever ask for!  What starts as a typical spa night, quickly turns into something a lot more sensual. Surrounded by rose petals and scented bubbles, the two of you lather each other up while relaxing in Asmo's luxury bathtub. After rinsing each other off, Asmo can't help but to notice just how gorgeous you look right now, with the way the chandelier's light illuminates the glitter on your skin. You look simply ethereal, and he cannot stop himself from stealing a passionate kiss. 

The kiss quickly escalates. You wrap your arms around his neck as he reaches down to lightly massage your sex, his tongue slipping into your mouth for more. You grind against him, lust pouring off of you like a waterfall, and he's already more aroused than he's ever been in his entire life - he's sure of it. Reaching down to grab his cock, you line it up with yourself after sliding up and down on his sensitive member. Finally sinking yourself down onto him, Asmo breaks the kiss, throwing his head back to let out an unrestrained moan. The feeling of sliding into your tight little hole is almost enough to send him over the edge immediately, but he's able to hold himself back - he's the Avatar of Lust, after all. His hands slide down your back and grab onto your ass, his pink-and-teal nails lightly digging into your cheeks as he begins to bounce you on his cock. 

He can't get enough of how the two of you look in his full-length mirror - the messy hair, the way your eyes roll back, the way the water ripples against your skin, the way you both look like you were painted by the gods themselves. He almost wishes he had his phone with him so he could snap a quick pic, but he knows this moment will be forever etched in his memory. Reaching down to massage your sex once again, he wants to completely fill your senses with nothing but himself. He teases you at first, the sounds of your whimpers music to his ears, until he starts stroking circles into your sensitivity. He is eager to make you completely lose yourself with him in pure bliss. 

His other hand grabs your chin, his cherry lips crashing into yours as he edges you closer and closer to your release. Moving in sync with each other's bodies, he finally sends you to your climax, an electric euphoria washing over you as the tension finally snaps. The feeling of your warmth squeezing him so tightly sends him over the edge with you, filling you with his cream as the two of you ride the high back down. You sit in his lap for a moment, your head resting on his shoulder as you both try to catch your breath. 

Don't get too comfortable though, for the party is only just getting started. The Avatar of Lust has quite a few more surprises in store for you before the night ends~♡

· demonvibez ♡ 2024 · do not copy, repost or modify · · comments, reblogs and likes are deeply appreciated! ♡ ·

[scruus]

do you have any nsfw headcanons for afab mammon? i love your thirsts sm and he's living in my brain rent free💛

Thank you sm🤩 also if its bout mammon i can probably spend all day long on this but ill spare you that time.

afab mammon who is so loud and brash in front of everyone but turns into a mushy mess of a puppy behind closed doors

his hands cover his face in shame when you spread his legs apart and coo lovingly at his glistening cunt. Barely audible whimpers of ‘no’ and ‘stop it’ leaving his mouth as he tries to push you away.

afab mammon who loves it when you press kisses down his soft thighs and mark them up, just hovering over his pussy before giving small pecks to his cute little clit.

he sometimes wears garters and lacey lingerie after a day in devildom to surprise you because there is nothing you love more than stripping off every piece of clothing on your lover’s body before fucking him to sleep.

afab mammon who gets so whiny and loud when your fingers plunge deep in and out his sopping cunt, trembling in your arms from the stimulation.

you need to pepper him with kisses and mutter all your loving confessions when he stares at you with those glassy eyes while your fingers roughly abuse his insides. You may even have to stuck your fingers down his throat so his moans get a tad bit softer.

afab mammon loves to see your smiling face and hear your whispers of ‘i love you baby’, while your dick(or strap) rams into him with no mercy. Its so funny to him how your actions are so harsh but your eyes and words are softer than a feather’s touch.

afab mammon who can feel his tummy bulge whenever your cock (or strap) enters inside his pulsing walls, his hands softly caressing that bump and shuddering from the sight, almost cumming immediately.

afab mammon who wakes up the next day with a towel wrapped around his waist, all cleaned up by you but his eyes are locked with his reflection in the mirror as his gaze trails down to the sweet spots and marks you made on his body.

his face a blushing fool as his touch lingers on each of the bruises you made and the memories of last night come back to him, his pussy throbbing again.

[squiddy-god]

belphies fasion show (pt 2)

Re-upload from terminated blog squid-god-supreme

CW : smut, afab reader, piv smut, established relationship.

Huffing you lugged the arm full of blankets back onto the bed, the soft fabric looking so inviting. You shook your head, no y/n you can’t take a nap right now, you have to clean, you thought to yourself with a long sigh.

Turning back you noticed something from under the clutter of random things belphies hoarded. Taking quick strides over to the pile, being careful to step and dance around the boxes stuffed with things, you knelt down and pulled out the fuzzy sweater. Your mouth fell open at the sight of the soft (f/c) fabric, so warm and inviting, printed with the clashing white moons that danced in lines across the wool. This was your sweater, the one you thought you had lost! “Belphieee! You have some explaining to do mister!” you said, turning to said sleepy brother. He was elbows deep in a box, probably full of old plushies and throw pillows. The moment he saw the (f/c) sweater in your lovely (s/t) hands he froze, his azure and fuchsia eyes going wide as his hand flew from the box to across his chest in shock. Oh, you weren’t supposed to find that, they demon thought, face erupting in a rosy pink, clashing against his seashell skin.

“You weren’t supposed to find that.” he said, scratching his cheek in embarrassment. “Sorry.” he muttered out, head darting the other way to avoid the gaze of your (e/c) eyes. “Obviously” you said with a chuckle before continuing, “but…why did you take it? And stash it up here?” you asked, slightly puzzled as you gestured to the attic space around the two of you. A gentle smile flashed across Belphegor’s face as he looked at you with a soft expression, pink still faint on his cheeks. His spindly fingers ran through his dark hair as he reached out for the sweater. “It reminded me of you. It smelled like you and it was soft so i, umm, i snached it and stached it up here for when i took naps and you weren’t with me.” he said, trailing off slight at the end, the gentle hum of his voice giving his words a soft tone.

You couldn’t help the grin that tugged your lips upwards, scooting forward on your knees, your arms encircled around his shoulders and neck, weight resting comfortably on him as you nuzzled your face into his neck. His eyes widened as his arms hesitantly wrapped around your waist before he sighed, inhaling your scent. The sent he loved so, so much.

He pulled you closer, arms trapping you against his body as he let out another hum. His skin was slightly cool to the touch as you both sat there in the hug. “As much as i love hugging you belphie, we don’t want lucifer to get mad at us. Well, I don’t want Lucifer mad at YOU” you said, pulling away from him slightly, but his arms still held you tight against him.

You chuckled, pulling your face back and nuzzling your nose against his, both of your cheeks growing pink as you pulled away, his arms finally letting go of your smaller form. With a slight groan you got off of the floor, dusting off your pants you shot a playful glare at the lazy demon on the floor. Belphie let out a groan before going back to his box of assorted plushies. “Oh and belphie, the next time you wanna steal my stuff to cuddle, just take a blanket, those are better to cuddle with then a sweater.” you said as you closed up a box, putting it in the closet at the top.

Belphie hummed in agreement, already planning on what blanket he was going to snach the next time you had to go away because one of his other brothers was dragging you somewhere. He wasn’t really paying much attention as he closed up various boxes, setting them aside for you to put up in the closet. No, his mind was elsewhere, swimming with thoughts that aren’t cleaning and clearing the attic. His mind drifted, two toned eyes glazed over in a daydream state. Yah, he thought, i’ll take the purple one, that one’s soft. He smiled to himself at the thought, your soft purple blanket, the fuzzy material tickling his cheek as he snuggled closer to the soft cloth. He could already imagine it, and even better, he thought, it’ll smell like y/n to.

It was no secret that belphie loved your sent, he always held you close, nuzzling and snuggling into any part of you he could, weather it was your stomach or your thighs, your neck or your sides, he would always be as close as he could, shifting and prodding like a cat to get comfortable. He even claimed that your scent helped him to fall asleep, which was true.

A grin spread on his face at the thought of being cuddled up to the blanket, one that he had given you as a gift. The only bad thing about the thought was the fact he would be away from you, which the 7th born didn’t like one bit.

Belphies thoughts soon drifted as he mindlessly boxed and cleaned in his space, the copious amounts of clutter making it so he didn’t have to move from his spot. He wondered how he would pay you this time, he did say that he would pay you in more than just a few kisses this time. His thoughts swam, diving off the deep end into the cloudy pool beneath the light. Dark, dirty thoughts are where his mind swam, grasping onto a single thought and running with it into the deep corners of his mind. And the more he thought about it the more his mind danced and painted pictures of you to cloud his daydream eyes.

Oh yes he’d give you much, much more than a few kisses this time, after all you were helping him. Yes, you did indeed deserve a reward, and he was more than eager to give it to you.

His movement stalled only slightly as his mind drifted ever further into his vivid daydream, your soft delicate flesh beneath him, filling his hands as he groped and kneaded any part of you he could get his hands on, your lovely lips parted in breathy pants as his ghosted over your neck and collar bone-

He blinked, eyes slowly shifting over the mess in front of him, or rather lack of mess. Oh, he thought, I guess we’re done cleaning. He smiled turning to you and humming as if to ask a question. “Sorry belphie, you just looked super spaced out, you ok?” you asked standing just above him, so, so close to him. “Are we dont cleaning?” he asked and you chuckled, “yah where finally done belph-ahh!!” you let out a yelp as he shot up with inhuman speed, taking a quick stride he forced you to step back falling back on the soft bed, piled to the brim with horded blankets and pillows.

“Hmm, now what would you like as a reward, zoe” he asked, dark hair brushing over your flushed (s/t) cheeks, (h/c) hair spread over the bed below. “A-a kiss” you stuttered out as belphie smirked, hands on either side of your head. He leaned down, cool lips brushing over yours as they pressed against your soft lips. He stayed for a moment, lips moving in sync with yours before he pulled away. “Hmm, are you sure that’s all you want? This is the second time you’re helping me.” he asked you now on his elbow hovering above you, one slender hand running along your side. “Maybe i want another kiss” for a brief moment he gave a slight pout before kissing you again. This kiss had more force to it, long tongue worming its way into your mouth to explore. His hips pressed against yours snugly, the tint in his pants already obvious as he pulled away. “If i kiss you again i wont be able to hold back” he said face so close to yours, his two toned hair tickling your cheek.”but i promised you more than just a few kisses” and with that you leaned up to kiss him. As you leaned back down, your head hitting the soft pillows and fuzz below, his lips followed yours in a hungry kiss, tongue quickly reclaiming your mouth, exploring every corner it could reach.

One of his cold hands darting up your t-shirt to grip your side and trail up to grope your breast, the cool sensation of his hands causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. He’d make a mess of you, because actually having you under him, your body so soft and warm against him, it was infinitely better than even the most vivid daydream. His other hand fiddled with the button of your jeans, continuing to hungrily swallow the moans that came out of your mouth.

When he finally got your jeans unbuttoned he quickly pulled them off, tossing them hap haphazardly behind him. If not for the fact you would have been pissed at him, he would have already shredded your clothes. The fingers of his other hand came down to circle over your clit, mouth still connected to yours as he teased you. He soon got bored, fingers looping under your panties and pulling them off to toss them behind him.

His fingers now traced along your fold, already slick with your arousal as his willowy diggets slipped into your aching core. You moaned out, erotic sounds muffled as belphies tounge sliped deeper into your mouth. When he finally pulled away you were panting, cheeks flushed and eyes lidded over in a daze. His cheeks were just as flushed as yours, bright red decorating his pale skin as his mouth attached to your neck, niping and sucking at your (s/t) flesh, no doubt leaving dark maroon hickeys to mark his trail.

He broke away, flingers sliding out of your cunt dripping in your arousal as he striped out of his cardagan and t-shirt, tossing his clothes behind him along with yours. He stripped his pants, the tint in his boxers painfully obvious as he took a moment to continue his assault on your skin, mouth leaving a trail of hickeys in its wake, littering your chest and neck in red bruises.

Impatiently he removed his boxers, cock springing free, flushed tip already leaking with precum as he loomed over you, lips tracing your own in a gentle kiss as he pushed forward, length slipping past your puffy folds. His thick cock stretched out your pussy, little gasps leaving your mouth as belphie slowly pushed his cock deeper into your velvety walls.

He finally bottomed out, hips fitting snug against yours as your walls clutched his cock. He leaned down, kissing your cheek, a soft smile pulling at his lips, lced with lust and a dark look in his eyes. “I’m going to wreck that pretty little cunt of yours (y/n)” you gulped and shut your eyes tight when you felt him pulling out to the tip before plunging back in, every vein of his thick cock dragging against the walls of your cunt.

Your eyes flew open wide at the sudden stretch of your tight pussy, still above you was belphegor but his form was larger now, curved horns now resing on either side of his head, rough tail wrapping around your leg, squeezing your plush thigh, the fluffy fur brushing against your stomach as he once again drew his hips back, snapping forward with intense force.

His hips continued to snap against yours at a rapid pace, cock dragging against your walls as he pounded into you, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten, so close to snapping as your cunt clenched around his thick length, fluttering around him as he pumped himself inside you. He continued to thrust his cock into your weeping hole, the coil in his stomach making his cock twitch in your pussy. Soon enough the knot in your stomach snapped, cunt spasming around his dick as he fucked you through your orgasm, cock twitching and his hips sputtering, thrust becoming uneven but more harsh. He pulled out, thick ropes of cum coating your thighs and stomach, thick white liquid dripping on your skin.

You both panted as he continued to loom over you. He leaned in close to your ear, voice husky as he panted. “Hmm, that doesn’t seem like enough~ you want more, don’t you (y/n)” you gulped down the lump in your throat before quickly nodding, “y-yes please” you stuttered out, face flushed and set aflame.

“Well then, i’ll be sure to pay you back in full~”

[ilychld]

levi would definitely fuck you with his two dicks and his tail if you asked nicely.

or he just will. you don't even have to ask! for an obvious reason, levi's favorite hentai always have tentacles. he's probably the type to blush furiously and imagine that he's also putting his tail to use, and when you catch him watching one of these hentai videos one night— levi scanned your face abruptly and saw how you flushed red and how your thighs squeezed together. he knew you've probably daydreamed about it.

levi would whisper words that's unlike him, he'd assert dominance when he fills you up because you'd lay limp from the feeling of being so full.

so yes. levi would definitely fuck you full with his two dicks, and his tail ✨

[bite-sized-devil]

Yandere Beelzebub headcanons

Warning: 18+ content MDNI pretty please & fuck off. AFAB reader x Beelzebub. Possessive behaviour, somnophilia, dub con, oral female receiving, fingering, stalking. Let me know if I've missed something. 🌻

Taglist: @delphi-dreamin @sassykattery @alexxavicry @your-next-daydream @rosanism @marvelous-maniac @kyungjoon-do @ria-demon29 @itsmeninerz @allielozoya @spookyscaryskeletonn @zarakem @tea-time-writes @yuujispinkhair @attic-club-sandwich @whimsiecat @bontensbabygirl @lostsomewhereinthegarden @simpsations @randomnerdthingz @weeb24555

Yandere Beelzebub who's never been in love or interested in it until you show up. Well, hat's what he tells you to explain his actions. He needs to be near you, smell you, feel you, taste you, be inside you, consume you every second of every day.

Yandere Beelzebub who is so possessive of you he has installed an app on your phone that lets him know who you're texting, calling, where you are and what you google.

Yandere Beelzebub that tells you to go change your outfit when you come out of your bathroom after getting ready for your date. Saying it's too revealing, he doesn't want anyone else looking at you like they want to touch what's his. That's his ass, his pair of tits, and his pussy. Now go change before he fucks that pretty little mouth of your to remind you who you belong to.

Yandere Beelzebub that is so manipulitive! Saying everything he does is for you, so he can protect you, look after you. He's all you need, all you'll ever need. Is he not enough for you?

Yandere Beelzebub who before you got together hides in your wardrobe while you get changed, phone out on record so he can fuck his fist to the video of you prancing around your room in nothing but a pair of lace panties.

Yandere Beelzebub that steals your panties from your room and sneaks then back into your clothes hamper when he's finished with them. They only seem to go missing after you masterbate? Funny that.

Yandere Beelzebub who comes into your room late at night to watch you sleep, caressing your face, leaning down to smell your hair and lick your soft skin. He pulls the sheet down till it bunches around your ankles, eyes glued to your bare lower half. Your night shirt has lifted in your sleep it sits high up on your stomach, one of your legs is bent at the knee giving him a nice view of your pussy. He grabs your other leg and moves it so it mirrors it's twin. Each night he gets more bold because you never wake up. He's done this almost every night since you got here. His fingers slide between your folds and he hears you moan, your legs twitch as if to close but he holds them still. You get wet so fast when he touches you like this, he wonders who your dreaming about while he does this. His fingers pinch your clit a little too hard at the thought of it being anyone but him and he watches your head jerk to the side while you cry out in your sleep. Removing his fingers from your cute little cunt and replaces them with his mouth he forces the groan in his chest to stay there as your sweet tasting slick hits his tongue. Wanting nothing more then to throw your legs over his shoulder and devour your sweet pussy.... but he can't have you wake up! He's not sure how you'd react to finding him between your thighs. So he takes his time. Flattening his big tongue and licking a strip from your core to your clit. Swirling his tongue around your little pearl and sucking softly while slowing pumping two fingers in and out of you. Almost loosing his mind when you moan his name and cum on his face.

Yandere Beelzebub who threatens anyone who upsets you and kills anyone who causes you harm or lays a hand on you. No one better fuck with what's his.

Yandere Beelzebub who is always nearby, it's understandable when you're in the same class together or you're having dinner at HOL. But everywhere you look there he is, and when you can't see him you can feel his presence. When you catch him watching you he never looks away, he just holds your gaze until you break it. Like he wants you to know he's watching you.

There is something about this demon man that drives me a little feral. And a Yandere version of him? I'm sorry but I just had to. He is a demon after all so he can't be sweet and loving all the time. Fam he's big... BIG! I want him to consume my soul, I offer it willingly.

[belphegorey]

⌜sapphires, mammon⌟ his little human looked so pretty in gold ships ⎯⎯ mammon x fem!reader tropes ⎯⎯ vaginal sex, blushing mammon, dick piercing, scenting, size kink, praise, marking, pact marks, lots of greed

Gold. It dropped down your skin in silken cloth, caressing your body in the thin layer and making you shimmer. Necklaces and bracelets glittered like the finest of treasure on your body. Earrings dangled with more carats than anyone could afford.

The tantalising speck in your eye reflected the same ore. Your wicked smirk taunted him in more and more of the golden decadence you were encased in. The finest of prizes. The treasure all pirates would hunt for, the gift all people would die for, the only thing Mammon would kill for.

Rings hung on your fingers. Rubies, emeralds and diamonds galore. The jewel within the golden earrings, he realised, were perfect sapphires. His chest grew tight as they glittered under the chandeliers. “ Your eyes ,” you had whispered them on your first day in the Devildom, just after Mammon had given you his completely grand tour of the House of Lamentation, “ they’re so blue .”

Mammon could still recall his scoff. You had been so strange. Sure, he had only listened to you for an hour by that point, but he had decided you were not worth his valuable time. Most of his mind had been occupied by whether or not his stocks had lowered during the day. “ They are not blue ,” it had felt like an insult to him at the time. He hadn’t even acknowledged the sheer intrigue upon your beautifully shining face — whereas it was all Mammon could think of now, “ they are like… sapphires. Sapphires and gold. ”

You had nodded with a faint little smile. It was the first smile he had seen of yours. Mammon could describe each expression on your face, and the variety of your grins in great detail, but that one was the most valuable in his mind. Rare, special, and one you had shown him first. “ Sapphires and gold .” Yet again, his mind was occupied with profit, including whether or not he could find a way to sell you as an experiment to Solomon, but even then Mammon had felt pride seeing your soft expression just for him. The first time he had felt something positive toward you, a blissful premonition of your shared future. “ A beautiful combination .”

His tongue tied into knots. It was the worst torture he could have ever endured. Any punishment from Lucifer paled in comparison as he watched you descend into the room with the same small smile on your face. His skin burned hot and the rings around his fingers, one of which you had given him as a gift, did nothing to cool his fire. All his brothers stood around him, watching and praising your every movement, he was sure that Beelzebub had slipped drool onto the floor beneath them. Mammon scrunched his nose to ignore the stabbing in his spine.

His. It was what fuelled him. Greed was what flowed in his veins and blossomed in his throat. You were his. You dressed up in the finest of materials for him . You wore sapphire earrings for him . The little smile on your face was only for him . His brothers were not who you were looking for. They were not the ones who protected you and listened to your every story.

“You look darling, my love,” Asmo moved forward in a movement similar to that of a dance. His steps were delicate and smooth as he whisked you away from Mammon’s eyes. You had gone with him like a true ballerina, performing with your typical delicateness and respect. Mammon was sure that he could hear the growing orchestra of the human ballet play out in his head. Did that make him Hilarion to your Gisele? His fingers twitched as he noticed Diavolo and Barabatos greet you with smiles.

Everyone was watching you. Had you been anyone else Mammon would say it was because of the scarcity in your outfit. He knew better. You were the treasure that sparkled in eyes. No jewel, no car, not even his precious Goldie, were comparable to you. You were his human. He was your demon. Your first demon.

Mammon would not allow himself to just watch you be flaunted by his brother. He jumped to action, the orchestra in his mind crescendoed to a glorious triumph, and Mammon made his way across the room. Your golden dress and the sparkling smile guided him forward, the itching in his back of wins that threatened to burst through fuelled him further. Your eyes, lit brighter than the chandeliers above you, found him and your smile returned. Big, toothy, mischevious. The hand weighed down in glorious rings ran softly against your hip, the jewels catching the light gloriously.

Temptress. You were no worse than one of Asmodeus’ succubi. Mammon loved it. Your tantalising gaze licked at his greedy veins and pressed him to act further. To let loose. To properly remind everyone who you were meant for.

“I’m glad you could make it, Mammon!” Diavolo’s regular grin greeted him while Barbotos stood to his left, arms folded in the usual servant manner. Both of them stared into his body, Mammon could feel the eyes as they fell to the flood of green surging off his soulless body. He attempted a smile to placate the royal before him, but your sparkling person kept poking at the corner of his eye. It felt just wrong to look away from you, especially when the hungry gaze of all the higher demons in the Devildom were staring right at you. “Lucifer had said you would be working tonight.”

He had never been so lucky in his life. It was his own curse to step with misfortune haunting his shadow. His modelling job would always run overtime and Mammon would be left hanging from the roof tied in electric cables as punishment for his tardiness. But not that day. Not only did it finish early, a feat in itself, but Mammon was allowed to witness you in all golden glory. “I was gonna, yeah, but we finished early so i’m able to come and celebrate ya.”

He felt your hand before he properly realised you had moved to stand right beside him. Your touch was feathery, slowly running across his back to tug on the belt loop along his hip. The fire beneath his skin was red hot, your touch was the ice he needed to cool down. A shudder ran down Mammon’s spine as you leaned into him, he felt the fire rise on his cheeks at the stance. So blatant, so obvious, it showed that he was dangled on your arm. Him. No one else.

“But,” you sighed and finished your demonus with a low gaze on the floor. One of the fingers you had caught around his belt loop reached for his hand, linking his finger to yours. His lips were sealed tight as the blushed tortured his physique, “it is a shame but I need to steal Mammon for the night. You won’t mind if we leave a bit early, right?”

Diavolo waved off your worry with a hearty grin, moving with your lie though Mammon (and he was sure you as well) knew that he caught your lie easily. “So long as you come over for afternoon tea with Barbatos and I this week, it will be fine.”

“Of course,” you grinned with a wickedness he could only compared to Satan, though that in itself was like a cat. Your chest pressed into his arm as your grin only grew further. “Should I bring over some cakes?”

It was Barbatos who answered the question; with only a simple shake of his head. “That is unnecessary. I will make sure to prepare both yours and the Young Lord’s favourites for our tea.”

“Delightful! I’ll see you both then,” you bid them both a sweet goodbye with a wave of your fingers. Mammon felt himself stuck in a frozen manner as you pulled him away to the door of the castle. All he could register was the cooling touch of your hand holding his own and the sparkling treasure gracing your body.

Mammon was not one for sharing. He never shared his favourite meals. He never shared his time with you. And he certainly did not share his possessions. The gold bars he kept hidden in his safe, the necklaces and bracelets he never intended to wear and Goldie herself were only meant for him. Yet, he needed to see you dressed in his finest possessions.

It sounded glorious. His bed covered in cash and jewels, with his most important treasure laid in the centre, covered in the jewellery he hoarded and nothing else. Just waiting for him to touch. Begging for him. Needing him.

Your visage for the night’s gala was just a little treat for the reality of his dream.

“Where are ya takin’ me?” He tugged on your joined hands in resistance and grimaced as the collar of his suit choked on him. Mammon wanted nothing more than to follow your every step, but his own attitude had to intervene. The door of the castle opened and granted Mammon a warm breeze through the Devildom night. The moons were tall in the dark sky, shining bright enough to make your jewellery glitter.  “Lucifer is gonna punish us. Nah, he is gonna punish me and then say I took ya myself.”

You giggled and he felt his tongue tie together. He loved that noise, more than when the slots would make that fantastic winning chime. “I just had a thought,” you stopped walking and turned around to smile at him. His hand was still caught in yours, and you pulled him in so that your chest pressed together. “Everyone is with Diavolo, so we have the house to ourselves…”

Evil temptress. You were pure evil! Mammon groaned and hid behind his free hand, the blush burning red on his cheeks. “You can’t say that kinda stuff,” he whined into his palm, and your resounding giggle only made him whine louder. It was wicked and you knew it! Maybe you really were part succubi. “It’ll gimme ideas.”

You moved his hand from his face, lips dangerously close to touching him. Mammon was frozen once again. Does he do it. Does he grant himself the kiss he had dreamed of? He needed it, more than he needed the newest 666 Lexura (on Lucifer’s dime) but he couldn’t if you weren’t wanting it. Mammon would wait for an eternity for you. “And if I want you to have those ideas?”

From then on, it was Mammon who led you to the House of Lamentation. The searing burn of his skin was nothing to the icy touch you offered, he needed it all over his body. Your hand was tightly gripped in the veiny grasp of his fist, but you no made no cries.

There was only gleeful laughter as you ran along beside him. Mammon didn’t allow himself the pleasure of moaning over your beautiful laugh, not when he knew what was awaiting him inside the large doors it the house. As much as he did love your laugh, he was just dying to hear your moans instead.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you look so determined,” you whispered it into his ears as he fumbled with the handles of the front door. Stupid faulty lock. Stupid prank from Belphegor to annoy Lucifer. Your lips were inches from his ear, more teasing speech sounding like the song of sirens to lure him in, “want me that bad?”

No speaking. If he spoke Mammon knew he would mess everything up and wake up from the dream he had to have been having. Instead he successfully pushed the front door open and whisked you away to his bedroom. Where you belonged.

It all just felt so right having you inside his space. Your scent has gotten so faint over the days it had been since your movie night together. The aura you held, so mischevious in its purity, tainted by his pact. He could see the black blemish along your soul all around you, burned by the mark along your sternum.

And yet, it just fuelled him so much more. It was all his. You were his. You were dressed up all for him, ready to be coated in his treasure, and smiling at him in wait for his next step. You stood in front of his bed, fingers trailing down the golden dress you tortured him with. It would be so easy to push you back onto the mattress and ravage you as he had desired for far too long.

Mammon was sure that his breathing was ragged and shallow, he must have resembled a monster. His hair was messed from his own awkward hands as he tried to stay calm and the tingling of his wings still taunted his back in wait. One more step and the control over himself would combust.

He was always weak when it came to you.

“Mammon,” you whispered his name like it were a crime. So soft spoken, not wanting to break the bubble. Your mischief, the teasing, it had gone. All that stood left before him was the radiating greed from your form, drowning his mind in the finest of liquor, “I need you.”

Snap . He heard the crack of his wings hitting the air before Mammon properly felt them extend from his back. They tore through the suit he wore as he pounced on you, your back falling to the mattress under his body.

You were so small. He was not the largest demon, but there was something in the sheer difference in your frames. Your face was cast in his shadow, your alluring eyes large as you stared up at him. There was no fear when his claw tore through the front of your dress.

Instead, there was a bright smile, the one he loved, when you realised what he was doing. “Yours, Mammon,” your hands found his hair and the horns protruding from them, pushing your chest closer to his face. The torn gold along your chest had revealed your glorious body to him, but most importantly, the mark that made you his.

“Mine,” the word was like a growl on his tongue as he watched the mark. It glowed in his presence, even more of the glorious gold that he loved. “Had to watch ya be shown off. I felt sick watchin’ but I couldn’t look away from ya, Treasure.”

You lifted a leg around his hips to press yourself against his erection. Mammon felt his cheeks go red from the shame but your shaky moan at the touch melted it away. His greedy little human, it felt amazing to know he was not the only one desperate. “Did I look pretty for you?”

“So so pretty,” he pushed up the skirt of your dress, letting the long material bunch at your waist. He wouldn’t let you take it off, maybe not for a long time. His colour was just too beautiful on you. “Gonna need you to wear this every day.”

You shuddered against him as Mammon ran a long finger along your cunt. No underwear. He had always heard Asmo talk about how you couldn’t wear panties with some clothes, but he just thought it was a lie. And yet, you were on display for him just like that. “That may be hard since you tore the front,”

“Ain’t no one else seeing you in this.” No. No, he couldn’t be having that. Even if you were in an outfit that covered all your skin under hundreds of layers, Mammon would still prefer it for his eyes alone. The wet heat on his fingers made his head spin in horny glee, the sweet smell of you making his eyes roll. “Just for me from now on. Got it? Me.”

You pushed against his seeking hand, rubbing more of your slick onto his palm. His erection throbbed in his pants. He needed to feel you. Feel all of you. “I sound like a doll then.”

His wings flapped and Mammon bit his lip. Doll. That worked. He rather liked it. “My doll, though, not my brothers,” he dug his head into the crook of your neck. Your smell was so strong, it streamed from every pore in your skin, he felt intoxicated. The growing lust, the overwhelming greed, even the licks of pride that often made his face scrunch were delicious from you. “Need ya really bad, human.”

You stroked his hair and rolled your hips against him. “Then, have me,”

The soft words had spurred action within you both. Mammon had gone into his back while you adjusted yourself to straddle him, his erection flush against his toned chest and leanings beads of white. Your eyes never strayed from his dick, he felt like glowing under your approving gaze.

“You have piercings?” Mammon nodded with a smirk, shining from the wetness he could feel growing on his thighs. You liked it. He should have known you would.

Your hand gently went to grasp his cock, thumb running along the golden piercing beneath the head. His moaned through his teeth at your curious touch. You did it again, gauging his reaction and milking another bead of precum from his slit.

Mammon noticed the bite of your lip, the slow grinding of your hips and the flooding lust in the air. He wanted to show off for you, tease you, and simultaneously ask if you wanted him to get more. “I really like it,” you eventually said, rubbing your palm against him as you lifted yourself into the air.

He dug his fingers into the mattress beneath him. It was happening. The thing he had craved. Something Mammon would have sold all his belongings for. You. He got to have you!

You aligned his dick with your entrance, whimpering as he entered. Your golden dress had fallen down and hid the act from his eyes, which may be a good thing because Mammon knew he would never be able to tear his eyes from it. He groaned as you slid down the shaft, taking more and more of him in such a slow movement that it felt torturous.

Until, he was completely in you, pushing you and stretching you out. He could feel your cunt tight and warm around him, throbbing in need for only his touch. Your face was scrunched in desire as your lip wobbled. His little human. All full.

“Doing so well, Treasure,” he moaned the praise into the air, his hand right on your hip. The glow of his pact mark fuelled the flames inside his body, only triumphed as your tits slipped from the torn dress. Mammon couldn’t help himself. “My human. Lookin’ all pretty for me,” he continued to whispered all the praise he had ever thought of when it came to you, moving himself up and closer to your chest.

When his mouth kissed the skin around your breast, your body shook as you moaned. He graced his fangs to see your reaction — it was just as needy as the last. You began to move on his dick, bouncing up and down while you pulled on his hair.

More marks. He wanted to leave enough marks on you that no one would dare go near you. Mammon squeezed his hand in your waist as he bit gently on your chest, and to his surprise you giggled through your shaky moan. “Am I your property now, Mammon?”

“Not property,” he was quick to dismiss that. You were his, but not an object. You were his favourite treasure, someone to worship. “You’re mine though. Don’t ya forget that or else.”

Your movements were that of a succubi. You’d managed to get him nice and deep inside you, threatening his control over just filling you up with his cum each time, then pulling him out so just his tip would kiss your opening.

And yet, your face was angelic and oh so sweet. Mammon was enamoured. “I won’t ever forget,” he couldn’t help but nuzzle into your neck again. It felt so safe. Mammon kissed your neck as he moved his other hand to your hip, moving your body with your bouncing, adding just the slightest bit more speed.

His favourite doll. His sapphire and his gold. His.

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[demonvibez]

The Book Club

Characters: Satan x F! Reader ( x Asmo ) Rating: Mature [Minors DNI] Word Count: 2.5k+ Tags: smut, public sex, unprotected sex, cock warming, exhibitionism/voyeurism, masturbation, oral sex, threesome, cum in mouth + vagina, female body parts, they/them pronouns for reader, mam and levi are briefly in the story but are not involved in this smut (sry loves) A/N: just an idea that popped into my head and took off! also! highly recommmend the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde. I haven't read it in forever so I'm gonna give it a reread, but you should check it out if you can. Anyways, pls enjoy ♡

It wasn't unusual for you and Satan to hang out in the House library and read together. Whether it was for educational purposes, or simply recreational, the two of you loved being in the library. So much so that, if his brothers needed to find one of you, they would often only need look in the there. Typically the two of you took to Satan's bedroom for your more intimate affairs, keeping your sexual adventures together private. This evening, however, you had something else in mind.

There you both sit on the plush purple couch, the fire roaring in front of you two. You sit perched in Satan's lap as he has one arm around your waist, the other hand holding his copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray for you to read aloud. A soft, fuzzy blanket is draped across the two of you, concealing the fact that Satan's throbbing cock is fully sheathed inside of your tight, wet pussy. The two of you wanted to relax while you read, and nothing is more relaxing to Satan than having his cock warmed by you while reading a nice book. Cuddling with you in his lap while your warmth squeezes around him, the fire crackling in the background with the gentle melody of your voice reading to him - Satan has never been to the Celestial Realm, but he'd be willing to argue that this is better. As you shift slightly in his lap to flip the page forward, Satan can't help but to let out a tiny groan, his cock twitching inside of you. You feel so good wrapped around him, it took every ounce of self restraint not to just throw the book down and fuck into you right now.

"Careful, kitten," he whispers in your ear, "if we get too heated, we may have to-" Just as Satan was finishing his sentence, the library doors burst open. In through the door Mammon comes rushing, already arguing with Leviathan and Asmodeus who are walking in behind him. Asmodeus is wearing an annoyed expression, clearly in disagreement with Mammon, while Leviathan seems barely interested and is playing his handheld console. You could feel Satan tense up beneath you - his lime green finger tips digging into your hip, his expression stoic and expressionless. You knew Satan well enough to know that this was the calm before the storm.

"Oi, human! I've been lookin' for ya! Settle this argument we're havin'," Mammon shouts as he approaches the two of you.

"Seriously, Mammon? You really think they're gonna approve of such a stupid scheme? You're such an idiot," says Asmodeus, rolling his eyes as he stands next to Mammon with a hand on his hip. Leviathan leans against one of the study tables, his eyes still focused on his game.

"Yeah, Mammon. They're not gonna tell you anything different from us," he says without looking up. Mammon has a betrayed look on his face, turning to plead his case to you. Before Mammon can even begin to explain, Satan interjects.

"Not even a single fucking word Mammon, the answer is no."

"LOL!"

"But ya didn't even-"

"I said no, Mammon. We don't want to fucking hear it. I've known you my entire life. I know the kinds of schemes you concoct, I know that you want to drag my human into it and ultimately leave them with the mess. I don't care what it is - the answer is NO." You could feel Satan's wrath building up from his side of the pact. The two of you were supposed to be having a nice, relaxing, intimate evening, and the last thing you wanted was for Satan to fly into a fit of rage. The situation needed to be diffused before it reached a flashing point, and there was no one better in all three realms to soothe the situation than you. You squeeze your walls around him, reminding him of the situation you are in. A small gasp escapes Satan's lips, a hint of surprise in his emerald green eyes. You move your hand to gently stroke his golden blonde hair, the wrath you felt building up starting to ease. Satan's eyes can't help but to flutter closed at all of the different sensations, and as you continue to stroke his hair, you turn to address Mammon and his other brothers.

"Hey! Whaddaya mean by your hum-"

"Mammon, sweetheart," you cut him off, "I know you probably think you have a good plan...but whatever it is, if this many people are telling you it's a bad idea, it probably is."

"But-"

"No buts. You know in the end you're just gonna get strung up from the ceiling again. Now, if you will excuse us, we were busy reading Oscar Wilde before the three of you interrupted," you said, turning your attention back to the book and ultimately trying to get your evening back on the rails. You feel Satan's cock twitch inside of you once again as you take the book from his hand, forcing you to bite your bottom lip.

"Tch, whatever. Who even cares, I've got tons of other ideas," Mammon says as he sulks his way out the library door. Leviathan pushes off the table, also making his exit as he simultaneously continues on with his current in-game mission. The only brother that still remains is Asmodeus. He remains stood across from the two of you, a hint of suspicion on his face as he watches you. Unbeknownst to you, he had been observing you both since he entered the room. The obvious lust lingering in the air upon his arrival, and again a few moments ago, had been enough to keep him curious about what you two are really up to. Folding his arms across his chest, Asmo is determined to get to the bottom of this.

"Reading...sure..." he says, an eyebrow raised, clearly implying that the two of you are hiding something.

"Clearly, we are reading. We're in the middle of The Picture of Dorian Gray, a novel you would probably do well to read. Now, I don't know what you think we're doing Asmo, but why don't yo-"

"You know exactly what I am implying, big brother," he remarks, a sinister smirk on his face. "Or have you forgotten I'm the Avatar of Lust?" At the mention of lust, Satan can feel you clench around him and hold on. His breathing hitches yet again, his heart racing right along with yours, at the prospect that Lust itself has caught you in the act. "Did you think you two could hide this from me? Such blatant lust right in front of me," he says in a lightly mocking tone. You look over to Satan to see his cheeks dusted with blush and his eyes avoiding the both of you. You can feel yourself dripping down his hard length in anticipation of what could possibly happen next - whatever it is, the haze of lust grows in your mind, and you're just hoping to get some relief. It's hard to even focus on what the two demons in the room are talking about when all you can think about is your growing desire to just start bouncing on Satan's cock. It's not like Asmo would care, right? So tempting...

Before you can even make a decision, Asmo steps forward and reaches down, pulling on the blanket covering the two of you. Satan tries holding on to it but Asmo uses all of his force to pull on it, ripping it away and exposing your little cock warming session.

"I fucking knew it," exclaims Asmodeus, clearly satisfied with the results of his query. He tosses the blanket down on the ground, then goes to sit in one of the reading chairs across from you, his eyes glowing pink and his sinister grin wide. "Oh, don't mind me. Our darling human clearly needs you more right now, dear brother~♡" As much as Satan wanted to protest, he'd have to punish his younger brother later. Neither of you have the resolve to hold back any longer, and if the Avatar of Lust insists on watching, then he better enjoy the damn show. You both knew waiting was apart of the fun of cock warming, but neither of you expected such an agonizing pleasure. You had been carefully rubbing your thighs together, trying to find a small bit of relief, while Satan quite literally bit his tongue to hold in the moans - that was, until, you two had been exposed. To hell with hiding; to hell with waiting. You place your arm on the back of the couch, pushing yourself up and sliding back down Satan's cock. Moans escape from both of your lips in unison, like music to Asmo's ears. He reaches down to undo his belt buckle, the sound of which causing Satan to open his eyes and shoot him an emerald death glare. You can't help but to let out a whine at Satan's lack of attention - you don't give a damn what Asmo is doing, you need Satan to fuck you into the couch, and you need him to do it now. Hearing you whine seemed to have done the trick, because the moment he looks at you and sees the desperate look in your eyes, he starts to thrust up into you.

"Finally," you sigh happily, relieved to finally be properly taking the cock you've been craving since he slid himself into you. As you bounce on Satan's lap, your eyes flutter closed, your hand clenching into the back of the couch as the other grips one of your breasts through your shirt. You open your eyes momentarily to see that Asmodeus has taken his cock out of his pants, and is now stroking it while watching the two of you over on the couch. 'Fuck,' you think to yourself, feeling yourself get even wetter at the sight. The pace of Satan's thrusts picks up as he reaches down in front of you to toy at your swollen clitoris, a jolt of pleasure being sent through your entire body at the moment of contact. 

"Fuck...yes kitten, just like that. So good for me," Satan praises as he continues to fuck you towards your first orgasm. As Asmodeus watches the Avatar of Wrath pound into your needy hole, he did his best to match the pace of his brother's thrusts with his own hand. He'd love to be the one passionately fucking you right now, but he'll settle for watching you as long as you get pleasure. Lust being his sin, he is feeding off the two of you right now. Even if you were ordinary he'd be soaking it in - but you're his darling human and he is simply obsessed with your pleasure. You have no idea how gorgeous you look to him right now - how amazing you look when you wear his sin on your face, the gorgeous way your voice reverberates off the walls when you moan. You truly are a work of art ~ ♡

The three of you moan in harmony as you continue to make your way towards the peak of your first orgasm. Satan continues to pump into you at an unwavering pace as he massages your sex, and you can feel yourself finally being pushed over the edge of your first orgasm. A warm tingle spreads over your entire body, your moans becoming erratic and your eyes rolling into the back of your head as Satan continues on, overstimulating you in the best of ways. You ride the high of your climax until you come down, Satan slowing the pace of his thrusts to allow you to catch your breath. 

A few moments later, you feel both of his hands clasp your hips, and suddenly he's bending you over the arm of the sofa. He begins driving his hips into you, hitting spots inside of you that no one else has before. He fucks into you at a steady pace, moans and whimpers spilling from your lips with each thrust, and in your mind's lustful haze you swear you can see fireworks. In the midst of it all, Asmodeus spots an opportunity for himself. With his own throbbing cock still in his hand, he stands up and makes his way over to your side of the couch. With his free hand, he cups your cheek, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb as he strokes himself.

"Darling, you look absolutely delectable. May I? Please~?" he asks as he puts the head of his cock near your mouth, looking down at you with pleading eyes. You nod and moan out a 'yes' before he slides himself into your mouth. A sigh of relief and an unrestrained moan fall from Asmo's lips as he feels your soft mouth around his hard shaft. The way Satan is pounding into you from behind creates enough momentum to fuck you onto Asmo's cock for him - all he has to do is watch, and he is simply entranced by you. He pushes your hair back out of your face, cupping the back of your head gently as he watches you. The way you're looking up at him as you suck his cock is enough to make him wanna bust alone, and that's without taking into consideration the way it feels when you moan against him. 

Satan starts to pick up the pace, feeling his own climax starting to come close. He reaches down to massage your clit once again, his thrusts starting to become harder and more erratic. Your muffled moans grow louder, as does your orgasm once again, as the three of you frantically fuck each other, trying to get each other off. Satan can feel your walls begin to tighten around him, your orgasm being the first to hit it's peak. 

"Fuck, yes kitten, cum all over my cock," he says as he pounds away at your increasingly tightening hole, his seed spilling into you after only a few more thrusts. As you moan all over Asmo's cock, he can't help but to thrust his hips into your face, his cum shooting down your throat as he gently moans your name. Asmo pulls out of you immediately after finishing, wiping your face with his thumb to clean up any stray. A few moments later, after catching his breath a little, Satan pulls out of you and quickly fixes his pants. He sits down on the couch and pulls you into his lap, not caring about anything leaking onto him. He wraps his arms around you and you both just sit together, continuing to catch your breaths. Asmodeus breaks the silence.

"I think I'll have to come to book club more often."  The three of you erupt into exhausted laughter. Book Club may have to become a regular occurrence - in a more private meeting room, of course. 

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