thot-writes · 3 years ago
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No no no no, it’s ALRIGHT. In fact i think you just give me some ✨ ideas ✨ about having sexy sleepover with your another bf Asmo (im a true believer at poly relationships HDJSKS). Gossiping with him would be so much fun 😭 mf probably know who you hated and he keeps roasting the shit out of that bastards 😭 like he’s side eyeing you, gauging your reactions about names and when he noticed the sneer in your expression, Asmo is like ‘🤩 TIME TO DESTROY SOMEONE’ and he tells you about embarrassing shit that bitches did thanks to his incubus and succubus friends.
Not even his brothers could get away with it 😭 for an example is Lucifer somehow managed to pissed you off by idk, acting all prissy and all more so than usual and Asmo is like “.... tell you what, darling, i have this pictures of dear brother of mine that’s gonna make you smile again....” 😭😭😭 regina george Asmo event when
And OH imagine you and him are in a heated gossips and you’re so close to tearing each other’s clothes and suddenly he’s vanished and you instantly know that, that mf Solomon summon Asmo for god knows what and you’re both pissed and when Asmo is back, he’s just “say, is Solomon in your to be conquer list???” And you’re just 👀👀👀 oh
bitch….. u can’t just send me this stuff and expect me to just read it then disregard it 😭😭 honestly poly is dope asf in fiction but in reality i would be too lazy for that shit LMAO
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asmodeus is the best boyfriend on the planet and u can’t convince me otherwise (18+ NSFW);
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you and asmodeus are like if the hottest, most popular girls in school were also dating
you always go to and from school together, and whenever you can you’re touching. the PDA gets you in trouble all the time but neither of you care, what can they really do other than scold you anyway?
you pretty much treat each other’s bodies as if they’re extensions of your own. you use each other’s pockets, your legs are always entangled when you sit together, you feed each other, scratch each other’s itches, fix each other’s hair— everything that one would only be comfortable doing alone you do together.
even the gross stuff. on more than one occasion someone has walked into the bathroom to see you taking a piss while Asmo chatted happily with you and fixed his makeup.
despite how desperately in love you are with each other, you have little issue with sharing. Asmo is all-too-familiar with polyamory, and he doesn’t mind sharing you… sometimes, anyway. he has to approve of them first and foremost, otherwise he’d just be overcome with jealousy.
but anyone else you choose to share your affection with is in for a mind-numbing time, having both of you pleasuring them whenever you’re horny (which is always.)
anyone who earns your scorn, though, will find themselves negged into oblivion. you’re ride or die for each other, and you all but jump at the opportunity to tear down anyone who hurts one (or both) of you.
between asmodeus’ smooth, impeccably timed roasts that are enough to permanently ruin one’s self-esteem and your eagerness to punch the shit out of someone (or a whole lot of someones) you make for an incredibly fearsome couple.
your sleepovers are legendary, the iconic movie-type with the silk robes, romcoms playing on the tv, feeding each other fruit and chocolate and playing with each other’s hair.
you always spend a good amount of time shit-talking any and everyone who has managed to piss you off.
“The way that dude was following you around, staring at your ass, god I wanted to dog-walk him so fuckin’ bad,” you grumble, only pausing from your rant to eat the grape Asmo was holding to your lips. “I mean who does he think he is? That since you’re the Avatar of Lust you’ll just fuck anyone? Including his dusty ass? When you’re with me?!”
Asmodeus coos at you and strokes your hair. “I know, he was so rude! He wouldn’t even leave when I told him no. I hate people like that! They take away our precious time together!”
you slip your hand into his robe and absentmindedly play with his perky nipples as he talks. he rubs his hand along your thigh in return. “I’m kind of bummed that someone else called him out though, part of me wishes he kept bugging us so I could show off to you by beating the shit out of him.”
he giggles and kisses the tip of your nose, then your cheeks, and before he can stop himself he’s peppering soft kisses all over your face. “You don’t need to show off for me, [Name], I already know how strong you are…”
you pinch his nipple and he whines at you. you can see his erection poking out of his soft pink bathrobe. “So you’re saying you don’t want me to show off anymore?”
“I didn’t say that…” he pouts as you poke the tip of his dick. “Hey [Name]… are you going to fuck me already? I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back, being this close to you… I want to taste you so badly I can’t stand it…”
“That hungry, huh? You want this pussy in your face, you little slut?” you grin as you tease him and he nods urgently.
“Mmhmm,” he moans, rosy pink tongue lolling out of his mouth, “I need you to fuck my face with your perfect pussy, Master…”
you cup your hands around his slim waist, about to push him into the cushions and give him what he wants, when all of a sudden you’re clasping thin air.
you blink a few times before you realise what’s happened. that fucker Solomon summoned him again! how many times has he interrupted your time together like this?!
you grit your teeth and curse him loudly. your cunt is yearning for Asmo’s masterful tongue, and here you are, alone in his room! maybe Solomon’s the one that needs to be dog-walked.
then your phone starts buzzing, text messages from Asmo. he’s just as — if not more — upset as you are and he’s spamming you angry and sad stickers.
Solomon’s the worst! I’m still half-naked and hard! he texts. I wanted [Name]’s pretty pussy! I’m going to lose my mind! I’m suffering withdrawal here!
more angry stickers. you can’t help but laugh a little, it’s cute that he’s “suffering from withdrawal” even though you face-fucked him this morning before class.
you calm him down and tell him to just do whatever stupid job Solomon wants so he can come back and get fucked til morning. he sulks but agrees.
you don’t know what he said, but Asmodeus scolded Solomon bad enough for him to send you a gift basket and an apology card the next day
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