Cloud | 20 | He/She/They/It | INFP | Bee Whisperer 🐝 | 18+ 🔞 -> I am an adult and I will not censor myself for you children 🖕Newbie Fanfic Author -> This is my NSFW blog where I come to be horny -> Pansexual 🍳 Enby 🏳️🌈 -> Reblog fanfic and fanart -> Occasionally somthing original will pop up here -> I am physically unable to like things the normal amount 😌
Some people's pinned post is like blog rules or a long written exposition of what their morals are. Some times it's a trigger warning for the content of their blog so that people know not to interact with potentially harmful content.
Mine? You may be asking yourself… A sparkling word art gif displaying the phrase "Real Cowboys Ride Cock":
Okay for real tho... this is where I post all my bullshit. Random shitposting. Reblogging and making fanfic and fanart. I'll post about my life and my job. I'll rant. I'll laugh. I'll cry. Maybe you want to join me?
I reblog a lot of things so to keep it all organized I have a tag system that I sometimes follow. Self tag is #cloud speaks. Shit posts will be tagged with #shitpost. Under #Ramblings of a cloud, my thoughts on various fandom related things. I tag my own fics with #Cloud's Fics for now until I get a masterlist going. Any asks are tagged with #Cloud Answers. I do my best to tag things accordingly.
And I guess now I have to make blog rules so here we go:
DNI:
🔞 If you are a child, and I don't care if you're 17 and you think that's close enough. Do. Not. Follow. Me. I will block you. I reblog, heart, and make alot of 18+ NSFW content. I make posts that are inappropriate for minors. Do not follow me. I will block you. Like honestly I shouldn't even have to say this the art above this literally says "Real Cowboys Ride Cock". This blog is alot cleaner then the other one but that is besides the point.
MINORS DNI WITH EITHER OF MY BLOGS
If you are "pro-life" DNI. You are a shitty and disgusting person and I want nothing to do with you. My content is not for you. I will fight you about it and you will not win bc this is my blog an I have the block button.
DNI If you are a TERF or any kind of LGBTQ+phobe.
If you are or think that MAPS (AKA FUCKING PEDOPHILES) is a valid sexuality then DNI. Literally choke on a cock and die. I hope you get swarmed by hornets. Fuck off.
I will block anybody and everybody for the dumbest fucking reasons I do not give a single fuck. I once blocked someone because they said they didn't like pizza. I blocked someone last week because I didn't like their vibes. Don't get into an argument with me bc I will argue back and I will inevitably win bc I control the block button. No one is safe.
Blog Rules:
Please just be respectful. Biggest rule here is don't be a dick.
Don't submit/ask/commission me to write anything NSFW involving minor characters especially those characters that are coded as children. I will not write that I think its suuuper icky and not right.
I write and do things at my pace. I do not take anything in life seriously and that includes this blog.
seeing straight men be disgusted by booktok smut recommenders has actually radicalized me to the side of booktok smut recommenders. girls your taste may be atrocious but i will never disparage you for exposing mainstream discourse to the concept of soaking through your underwear. spent my whole life listening to men talk about penises it’s about time they get jumpscared by women talking about pussy in crude detail on social media. go forth and goon my warriors
hold on. Was suck him good and hard through his jorts supposed to conjour the image of someone who has an unzipped fly because this entire time I've been imagining someone slurping on wet denim
A/N: obligatory note :p writing for a femme/female reader solely bc the scene this is inspired by is between a M/F couple, BUT i’ll still keep pronouns and terms gender neutral with descriptions of the female anatomy. i hope you enjoy :>
Lucifer woke up as early as ever, basking in the memories of the passionate night the two of you had just hours before. A soft smile adorned his face as he still felt you by his side, hoping to continue to ravish you here and now, at the break of dawn.
He turns over to his side to face you, propping himself up on his elbow as his other arm came to wrap around your waist and softly caressed your skin. “Good morning…” He began to murmur, lovingly pressing soft kisses into your shoulder. His lips traveled up your arm to your neck, ready to seduce you for another morning of fun until his face was met with the bright light of your D.D.D. His expression dropped, looking a little disappointed and frustrated at the fact your phone took away your attention from him so early in the morning.
Your brows are furrowed, hardly even feeling Lucifer’s lips and arms on you. The only way he got your attention was by administering a loud rude scoff. “Hm…? Oh, sorry, Lucifer…” You reply back half-hazardously, clearly too engrossed in texting back multiple people at once to pay much attention to him at the moment. Lucifer kept his cool however, trying to not let it show how much this was bothering him. He goes back to kissing up your arm and neck, hoping now that you’ve acknowledged him, his seduction would work this time. “What has you up this early?” He asked in his smooth and purring voice, continuing to press soft kisses into your skin. He really just wants you to get off that damned thing.
In truth, you’ve been very busy and stressed out about organizing an event being hosted at R.A.D. Your duties as an honorary student council member and human world representative came with a lot of responsibility. Leaving you feeling stressed and engrossed in your work often. Stress relief was the reason Lucifer invited you back to his room last night anyways. Even though you are always welcomed at anytime, he needed the stress relief as well. “This event has me so stressed… I need to get in touch with the caterer, need a party cracker supplier, make sure the venue is reserved…” You kept rambling on, clearly lost in thought as you tried your best to organize the event as much possible.
Lucifer kept kissing your skin this entire time, softly drawing circles into your waist as he wanted his touch to relax you. “Darling… there’s no need to be working this hard first thing in the morning…” Ironic, coming from him. His words were partly tuned out by you. Simply nodding your head in feign acknowledgment. Lucifer grew more frustrated at your stubbornness, but knew how you were. “Love… put your phone away…” He said bone-chillingly sweet, slowly turning your body over to kiss your stomach, his other hand reaching up your arm to grab your phone as he climbed on top of you. You groaned in protest, trying to keep your device on you as he got the better of you and put it face down on the night stand. “But I-“ He cut you off quickly, placing his hand over your mouth.
“Shhh… shhh… just relax…” He whispered, shushing you in a sweet tone as his other hand began to wonder down towards your panties, making your breath hitch. “…forget everything and let me do all the work…” He purred seductively as his hand slipped into your underwear and began to slowly rub circles into your clit. You gasped loudly in pleasure, your mind melting in an instant at the feeling of his fingers working on your sex. Your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head, feeling his middle finger begin to prod at your hole, gathering up the wetness. His hand was still placed over your mouth, firmly yet gently so you could breath. He smirked at the sound of your moans, kissing your neck as he paid close attention to each and every single one of your reactions as he teased your clit with his thumb and slowly began to work another one of his fingers inside.
“That’s it… good…” He purred seductively, slowly pulling your panties down your thighs for better access. His eyes were half-lidded with lust, carefully watching you to make sure you were enjoying yourself. Nothing pleased him more than to see you so blissed out. Your eyes watery, your expression in a daze, and your tongue poking against his hand as you tried to moan even louder. His cock twitched and throbbed against his thigh as he couldn’t help but react to your moans. He softly kissed and sucked your neck, his teeth grazing again your soft skin as his fingers began to slowly pump in and out of you.
His patience was wearing thin, the feeling of your warm, wet pussy making his head spin with arousal. He yearned for you. He ached for you. He smirked down at you lovingly, not being able to help the way his curled into a smirk at the sight of your face contorted in pleasure, even with his hand still covering your mouth. “You want me inside?” He asked in a seductively raspy voice. His eyes twinkling with pride as you moaned against his hand and nodded your head. He needed no further indication as he slowly removed his fingers to line up his throbbing tip with your entrance.
You moaned languidly as he slowly began to fill you up to the brim. He groaned deeply into the crook of your neck as he felt how well you squeezed around him. He was already getting breathless as he began to squeeze and grope at your chest. “So good… so pretty all for me…” He softly sung your praises, kissing and squeezing his favorite parts of your body as he slowly began to thrust in and out of you slowly. He aimed to please you, to make love to you like you’ve never experienced before so that you’ll never need anyone else to satisfy you.
You mewled and moaned into his hand, still muffling out your sounds as his thrusts got deeper and faster. Your eyes rolled backwards as your back arched in pleasure. “That’s it… just let me take care of you…” He whispered lovingly, kissing the side of your neck as his ministrations continued. You felt your abdomen tighten and coil as he pumped in out of you at an even harder and faster pace. You grabbed onto the wrist that held onto your face, moaning and clawing at his skin as he worked you towards your high. His brows were furrowed and his eyes screwed shut as he kept thrusting himself in and out of you. He grunted and growled as he felt you clench around him. Your velvety walls feeling even better than heaven as you both neared your climaxes.
He snaked his hand back between your bodies to continue to rub harsh circles into your clit. You moaned loudly, your hips rutting against his hand as you chased your high. A purr got caught in Lucifer’s throat as he watched you, loving how needy and desperate your body reacted to him and he knew you were close. “That’s it, my precious… come for me…” He purred, sounding deeper like a growl as he worked you through your orgasm. Your voice keened and your hips thrusted up to meet his as your orgasm came crashing over you like a wave. Your whole body trembled and shivered as you came around him. He soon followed after, burrowing himself to the hilt as hot spurts of cum poured into you.
He finally uncovered your mouth, lightly panting as his head spun from the intensity of his own orgasm. “You feel better now?” His voice hoarse and raspy after giving you his all. He kissed up you neck and peppered featherlight kisses all over your face. You whined in satisfaction, wrapping your arms around his neck. You brought his face close to his, bringing your like together in a passionate kiss. You heart fluttered wildly in your chest, feeling all of your anxiety and stress melt away in the afterglow. You pulled away a few moments later, looking at him with so much love. You softly cupped the side of his face, smiling at him warmly from how grateful you felt. “Better.”
The reason I'm finally moving out is honestly so I can masterbate in peace God fucking damn. Gtfo of my room I'm 21 years old. AND FUCKING KNOCK GOD FUCKING DAMN IT WTF
No mentions of any genitalia or any explicit sexual acts. Pretty clean and soft imagine.
Only uses "reader/mc" and gn pronouns when referring to them.
I do not beta and I'm dyslexic, sorry.
I really love the trope where the reader/MC is a virgin and inexperience or maybe just really shy around physical intimacy.
Then over here you Asmo, Lust himself, the physical embodiment of sex and desire.
The reader/MC goes to him for help and is really anxious about the whole thing but they trust him. Asmo is super gentle with them. He's not mean or condescending at all. He's Softly touching them. Slowly working them up. Pausing for a moment to gaze into their eyes. Making sure that they're doing okay and this isn't too much for them. Caressing here... and there... coaxing them to touch him too.
He gives them pointers and softly teaches them this and that, how to make themselves and others feel good. He's so sweet with them, all the while fucking them out of their mind.
It's the start of somthing new and beautiful for MC~ ❤️
MC shuts the front door behind her as slowly stumbles as far as the common room behind dropping her bag and slumping to the ground from her exhausting week. Groaning into the carpet she lays there.
Gruhgu…I’ll get up in a minute here.
Each passing second, telling herself she will get up. She’ll get the energy to move. Just a few seconds.
She hears the front door open and shut and soft footsteps approaching her.
“Oo! Nap time? I will always nap with you.”
She feels a body curl up next to hers and wraps arms around her.
“Belphie. If you lay with me here I will not be able to get up. I wouldn’t want to get up. I cannot be on the floor like this though.”
“Mhm, mhm.” Nuzzling closer.
Sighing, “Belphieeee.”
Soft giggle in her neck.
“Actually, makes me want to lay with you, but not here. We need to move.”
“Mhm, sure.”
Few more minutes go by.
“Ok! We are moving, come on!” MC finally gets the will to stand up and reach her hands out to help Belphie up.
“Ok, but you promise we will take a nap together?”
“Hehe, of course, Belphie. Come on. Let’s go to the attic.”
They make their way up the stairs to the attic where MC shuts the door behind her and locks it.
Being snuzzled up to Belphie didn’t really make her want to nap anymore. Not yet at least.
They crawl into the bed and MC snuggles into him as the big spoon.
She hooks her outside leg around his, and runs her hand up his body resting on his chest. He can feel her breath on the back of his neck. Shifting a little bit, lovingly moving her fingers along his chest.
She rests her hand right over his rapidly beating heart, stopping from noticing the pace.
“Belphie? Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“No, no. It’s not that. It’s…turning me on.”
“Oh, well, would you like me to stop?” Now grinding a little up against him and running her hand dangerously low to his waistband.
A soft moan leaves Belphie.
She traces her finger right under his waistband, moving back and forth. Just a wink away from touching his growing member.
“Or should I see if I can make you heart race even more than it already is?”
Kissing the back of his neck and nibbling his lower lobe. Listening to his breath quicken.
Belphie quickly turns around to now hovering over MC, pinning her arms above her head.
“We are clearly not taking a nap anymore.”
Giggling, “we can nap later…”
Belphie dives in with a hard kiss. Kissing her urgently. Deeply. Moving their lips and tongues together so needily. MC wraps a leg around him, bringing him down on top of her. Chest to chest. Pushing their kiss even deeper together and a moan from the impact.
She grinds her hips upwards into his, quickening her movements with each needy kiss.
Belphie leans up for a breath. “Take your clothes off.”
“Let go of my hands and I can do just that.” Said with a little snarky since she is restrained.
Both sitting up, she pulls off her shirt, following him taking off his. She stops and admires his torso.
Holy shit. Reaching forward to explore his bare body.
She takes her pants off. Leaving just her bra and underwear on. Thinking he would follow, he hesitates for a second.
“I—I went commando today.” Trying to take off pieces of clothing in sync, but she had on just a little more than him.
Just getting her more riled up thinking about it, she grabs him and flips him to where she is straddling him. Grinding down even harder she places her hands on his chest for leverage. He reaches up and grabs her boobs, giving them a nice squeeze. He goes to unclasp it in the back before she stops him. She caresses her boobs, pushing them together slightly. Making Belphie gulp at the sight. Then she pinches the center, unhooking it from the front.
Not shimmying out of it, she drop drops her hands as the article lay helplessly over her. Belphie reaches forward once more to remove her bra. He grips her back bringing her forward into his face as his nibbles on her nipples. Kissing and biting around her entire chest.
MC scratches down his back leaning into his touch, while continuing grinding down harder and harder. She brings a hand down to sweep underneath his waistband again. This time brushing the tip. Feeling him pulsate underneath her, she slowly slides her body down enough to grab his waistband and remove his pants.
Repositioning herself back on top of him, she pushes him back down against his chest. Teasing the other hand around his pelvis. Touching his thighs and all around his cock, without touching it. Working him up.
Then she presses her thumb against the base running up his length. Belphie groans.
MC gripping the tip now and running her thumb over, spreading his precum around. Picking up her pace, stroking his entire length. MC leans in for a kiss, before kissing down his chest, and reaching his cock, giving a little kitten lip across the tip.
Belphie bucks his hips towards her at the sensation. Swirling her tongue around the tip, before placing her mouth around. Giving some swallow sucks just on the tip.
Belphie’s hand finds purchase in MC’s hair. Pressing only slightly to encourage her to go deeper. MC licks up the underneath, base to tip, and then taking him entirely into her mouth. Making him inhale sharply.
Gagging at his length, which makes him twitch at the fact he’s too big for her mouth. But she manages. Working him with her mouth and hand, picking up her pace as she goes. Other hand is digging her nails into his thigh to also give her support.
Belphie leading her head through her motions as he grinds his hips against her head. Careful not to go too far to hurt her.
Breathlessly, “MC..careful. I’m really close.” Giving her the chance to take her mouth off him is she decided. But instead she quickens her pace, when he grips her hair even tighter, as he reaches his climax. Not stopping her movement, letting him ride out his high in her mouth. Lapping up every last drop of him.
He lessens his grip in her hair, and she slowly brings her mouth off him. Twitching a little at being oversensitive. Especially when she gave one last lick on his tip to get the very last taste of him.
Bringing her thumb to wipe her bottom lip and suck.
“Ready for that nap now?”
Noticing he is still hard, her eyes widen with interest.
“Hehe, or not.”
Belphie reaches up and spins her over for him to now be on top. Removing her underwear finally. He runs his hands up her legs, dragging his nails along. Watching her slick run between her thighs.
He sticks his fingers into her mouth to lubricate. Running her tongue over his fingers like she just was doing to his cock. Removing his fingers to run them between her folds. Making her lean into his touch. She spreads her legs further for him to go deeper.
Belphie rubs her clit with his thumb, and he sinks two fingers into her. Prepping her for him. Curling his fingers against her sweet spots. Scissoring to stretch her for his size.
Pulling his fingers out and licking them off. He positions himself to line up with her entrance.
Easing himself in, taking some time to let her adjust, until he is fully sheathed inside her. MC wraps her legs around his back and locks her ankles. Thrusting her hips upwards, making go even deeper if that was possible.
“Belphie, you feel so good.”
“You’re so wet for me, MC.”
Breathless praises in each other’s ears. As he starts moving. Pulling almost all the way out before sliding right back in. Keeping a steady pace at first. Then he pulls almost out again then slams back into her. Making her squeal his name.
“Fuck, Belphie.” Running her hands through his hair.
“Mmm, baby. I love it when you say my name.”
Keeping up with this rough pace. Pulling out to his tip and thrusting back in. Starting to keep an unforgiving speed. But MC is not objecting one bit.
Soon his movements become a little uneven as MC can also feel the coil tighten in her.
“Mm, MC.” Ramming hips to hips.
“Belphie, I’m close too.”
The sound of slapping skin echoes the room along with their grunts and moans. MC reaches her climax first, with Belphie right behind. Both continuing moving their hips to ride out their orgasms.
Belphie stills his movements but stays inside, as MC still has her arms around him holding him close. Kissing along his neck and bringing his face to hers for one more passionate kiss.
“Holy shit, Belphie.”
Smug and giggling himself, “You did do good for me. I love how you take me; how you handle me.”
Laying together for a couple more moments, before he slowly slips out. Both moaning at the sensitivity. They quickly clean up, and get comfortable underneath the covers.
He wraps his arms around her and brings her close. Tight in his embrace so she can’t fall away.
“This is going to be the best nap.” Kissing her temple, before nuzzling into the nape of her neck.
Exploring: Public Play, Secretive Play, Classroom Fucking, Blowjob, Exhibition (if you squint), Dick Riding, Overstimulation (Satan), Begging, Multiple Orgasms, Almost Getting Caught, Infirmary Fucking, Multiple Creampies, Abandonment of Restraint, Demon Form (though not playing a huge part)
Satan struggles to keep his head. Normally collected and focused, sharp as a knife in the classroom, he suddenly finds himself unable to think about anything aside from the menace hiding under his desk, prodding and rubbing at his cock during the last lecture of the day.
He's struggling to sit still. How could he when you're undoing his pants here of all places?! Do you have any idea how many people would see if he moved from his desk? What if the professor asks him to demonstrate a spell? You both would be exposed in a heartbeat.
You dig your nails into his thighs as his hips buck slightly, dick standing tall and proud before you. It's a miracle the tent in his pants didn't rip the fabric. He's leaking precum already and you've barely even touched him. He's so cute when he's this sensitive. You wish you could see his face right now, but that'd blow your cover, and you're going to be too busy blowing him.
His poor pen bears the weight of his restraint, teeth sinking into the cheap plastic covering and nearly puncturing the inkwell within the center. The professor's speaking. The class is entirely silent aside from them, and Satan couldn't stand to bear the embarrassment of moaning mid-lecture like Asmodeus had once done eons ago.
"Satan? Page 164, if you please."
Oh no.
He stands slowly, his left hand gripping the edge of his desk to the point his fingers turn white, his right hand shakily holding the textbook as he sucks in a sharp breath. The desk is at waist height, barely tall enough to hide you sucking his cock like it's the last source of water within an endless desert.
"Magical... Magical Creatures, Chapter Seventeen. The Gryffin is a-ah! A mythological beast whose body resembles that of a lion from the humAN world, and possesses the wings and head of an eagle. They range in size from as SMALL as ah... a mouse to as large as a small tank."
"Thank you, Satan. That will be enough. Are you alright?"
"Y-Yes! I'm perfectly fine! Just... a bit under the weather is all."
"Are you sure? I believe it would be in your best interest to see the nurse."
"I'll be j-just fine. I just need to relax a bit more."
Oh, he'll relax alright.
The professor dismisses him without another word, ending his lecture and instructing the class to continue reading the rest of the chapter on their own. Satan sits with a shaky sigh, cheeks flushed from embarrassment and sweat dripping down his face. He surely intends to show you who's in charge when the two of you get home, but as for now, you're the one holding the metaphorical leash.
As soon as he's relaxed enough, you decide it's time to up your game. Without any warning, your nose is pressed up against his torso, his dick down your throat as far as it can reach. It's a miracle how you can keep quiet with all the spit and the pace you're bobbing your head. He's digging his claws into the seat of his chair now, surely leaving deep cuts that go against the grain of the wood.
He's so fucking close to reaching a peak. Satan hides his head in his arms, forehead pressing against the cool lumber next to his open textbook. Tears prick the corners of his eyes as he struggles to resist coming undone. All he needs is just a bit more. He's torn between wanting to finish and wanting to maintain his dignity in front of his peers, but there's only so much he can do when you're sucking his soul out so feverously.
Satan gives up. He gives up almost completely as his body begins to shake and his claws dig further into the dark oak of his desk. He lets out a sharp whimper, filling your throat with a flowing white river. His classmates and professor look at him, concerned for his wellbeing.
Satan is panting, shaking, barely holding himself together at this point. He pants and takes a few deep breaths to catch his own before looking up at the professor.
"Satan? I do believe you'd better go to the nurse before your condition worsens."
You're quick to clean him up and fix his clothing. Satan's still shaky but agrees with the professor after noticing nothing would be amiss if he chose to stand, thanks to you.
"You're right, Professor. I'll be heading there at once. I-I apologize for concerning you all."
He gathers his belongings and shakily exits the classroom without another word. Some students utter words of concern as his legs threaten to give out with every step. You have no choice but to remain silent in place until the end of the lecture, only able to escape the room once all the other students and the professor have left first.
As the last of the students leave, you join the endless sea of demons and other magical beings flooding the halls between classes. You make your way to the nurse's office, deciding to check and see if your friend is "recovering" alright. Satan's in the third bed, closest to the wall and farthest from the door. The nurse is out for a moment, not an unusual circumstance considering it's their lunch hour.
"You! You almost got us caught with your little stunt in there! I can't believe you had the... the... the audacity to go that far! I didn't expect you to continue until I finished! We're unbelievably lucky the professor mistook me for being unwell."
Satan sighs as you draw closer and sit on the edge of his bed, taking his hand and bringing it to cup your cheek. He brushes his thumb over your cheekbone, sighing.
"Well... I suppose it wasn't all bad. That was... exhilarating, to say the least, even if it may be a bit troublesome to deal with the aftermath. Maybe this sort of thing wouldn't be bad every once in a while. I'm glad we got to explore this side of our relationship together."
He always gets so sweet and sappy after he's coming down from a high. It's sweet. He's always going on about how much he loves you and how he's so happy you both can be as rough or as gentle as the other needs them to be. Unfortunately for him, you're not ready to be sappy. There's still one more thing on your mind, and it's back in his pants.
You stand and pull the privacy curtain shut, closing the view of the bed off from the rest of the world. He stammers, questioning exactly what it is you're doing, a tiny glint of fear peaking through his normally collected demeanor. You turn towards him once more, staring him down as a cat does an injured mouse.
Your pants and undergarments hit the cold tile of the infirmary floor. You climb onto his bed, legs straddling his thighs as you pull his pants and boxers low enough to expose his half-hard cock. He's visibly excited, but his long refractory period prevents him from standing at full attention for a few more minutes. No matter, you reposition your core and take him in completely.
His growling and whining resurface and he lets out an unrestrained moan that fills the room. It's fortunate you two are the only ones in the infirmary, otherwise, there would have been no hiding exactly what's happening behind the thin white linen walls.
You grind against him with every drop of your hips, the pace unbearably fast as his erection continues to harden within you. Your nails dig into his chest, and his own claw at the sheets of the bed, eager to grab hold of something but not wanting to hurt you. He doesn't trust himself not to dig his claws into those thighs he loves so much when he can't even be bothered to restrain his voice for the moment.
Incoherent, muffled voices outside the door begin to grow louder as passing students flood the halls on their way to their dorms and extracurriculars. The only thing you're concerned with is riding him like the insatiable, cock-hungry animal you've become.
"Please! Ngh, fuck! I'm about to cum again! You need to slow down before-- Ah!"
Fuck his moans are beautiful. They start off melodic and end with an enticingly lewd growl. You didn't know he could be this expressive in bed before today. He's practically begging for mercy, still sensitive from the classroom shenanigans.
You do not grant it.
Satan's back arches and his hips thrust upward into you as he orgasms a second time. You're lifted up as his hips stutter beneath you, voice filling the room with lewd curses strung together as his eyes roll to the back of his head and the sheets begin to tear under his grip. He begins to still after a few moments, but you don't stop. You don't even slow down.
Satan's hands frantically look for anything to ground himself, worsening the tears in the fabric below him. His frantic gaze lands on the pillow lying underneath his head. He grabs at it, hoping for something to help relieve the intensity of the high you're pushing him towards, but in his overstimulated and careless state, he can't control his own strength. It takes mere seconds before there's a mess of feathery down and fabric scraps surrounding the head of the infirmary bed.
His eyes are starting to glow. Feathers are pushing out sporadically against the skin around his neck. Horns pierce through the golden hair on his crown His canines are growing sharper and his growls start sounding far less than human. There's not much left of his ability to control himself, though with you there was hardly ever any to begin with.
His claws slip from the mangled mess of a pillow and find their way to your hips, digging his nails into your sides and rutting up into your core; fucking his seed deeper without the restraint he desperately clung to before. His speed is almost unbearable. The way his cock drills into all the right places has you seeing stars and crying his name in response.
The thrusts are losing their regularity. Hips stuttering and nails threatening to pierce the soft skin of your hips, Satan bites down on his own lip until he's the one bleeding; filling you for a third time this afternoon.
It's almost unbearable. With the way his cum flows out of you like a river, you're mindlessly thanking yourself for having the foresight to make sure neither of you were still wearing your uniform pants.
With shaky legs and sweat covering both of your bodies, you fall to the side to catch your breath, grabbing some nearby tissues and cleaning the both of you up enough to at least redress before someone walks in and manages to put two and two together.
Satan's head flops to the side to gaze at you; chest heaving with every breath.
"Haah--that was... that was amazing." A hand comes up to push back his golden locks to unobscure bright green eyes, softening as they settle upon your glowing form.
His hand comes to rest gently against your cheek as he tilts your chin for a tender kiss, wanting to cherish this moment. As much as you want to indulge him and relish this moment, the growing sound of clicking heels interrupts the saccharine air of your post-orgasm bliss.
You shoot out of his infirmary bed, standing up straight and wiping the remaining sweat off your face in a flash, just in time for RAD's nurse to pull back the curtain and stick a thermometer in his mouth without a word. A minute passes silently without them acknowledging your presence. until the thermometer's beep cuts through the still air.
"Hm." The nurse pulls the thermometer out of his mouth and jots down the reading onto their clipboard.
"Professor called ahead for this one. Sweating, flushed cheeks, heavy breathing, abnormal behavior in class, sluggish and lethargic disposition. Sounds like a classic fever." The nurse turns towards you.
"You live in the same building, correct? Make sure he gets home safe and gets plenty of rest and fluids. He should be fine by Monday if he listens and takes some standard fever-reducing medicine from the drugstore. He's to stay strictly on bedrest until he can stand without losing his balance. "
"Oh don't worry. He'll definitely be getting that bedrest."
Hihi! For the kink game who do you think would have a thing for anal?
anal
a/n: imo all brothers would be into anal because that would depend on your own preferences and your own bodies. but these hcs are catered towards a female who would not usually do anal or is doing it for the first time.
tags: implied female reader, minors do not interact!
beelzebub is especially into anal. he loves ass. he loves grabbing it. he loves kissing it. he loves biting it. even in a casual setting, his hands will almost always find their way to your butt to grab it and squeeze it as a reminder that your pretty ass is all his. so he is super into it when you let him fuck your ass hole. the way your soft, pretty ass cheeks press against his cock as he pushes in, and the way he can keep his hands and eyes on them the entire time....it has him cumming in seconds.
i feel like lucifer would be into anal but would use it as a punishment. he prefers to use your other holes for pleasure, or for making love with you. but there’s something about your ass hole that intrigues him. he constantly wonders how it would feel to bury himself in there. would it be tighter? would it be warmer? would your moans be louder? would it hurt you more? the need to find out these things grows and what better way would there be to take your asshole’s virginity other than as a punishment?
barbatos is massively into anal too, but for him, it’s more appropriate to refer to it as double penetration. the though doesn’t cross him until he’s fucking you balls deep in your other hole(s) and you’re still begging for more. so his slimy tail finds it’s way between your ass cheeks and prods your hole, intently watching your reaction as he pushes his tail into your asshole. the way you gasp and roll your eyes back is enough to tell him you want it as much as he does.
OKAY OKAY but imagine them blind folding u nd tying u uo,, taking turns fucking u nd u have to guess who's who!!! if u get it wrong u don't get 2 cum </3
Sorry I took so longgggg.I really like this ask so I decided to indulge and write generally how each of the brothers fuck . It’s a bit different from what u said but I hope that’s okay and you are happy with this! :> tanks nonnie for the idea *smooch*
You know it’s him because he’s eager, his cock repeatedly strokes your walls with such vigor. He's pinning you down like a predator afraid to let its prey escape.
You couldn't attempt to run from him, even if you wanted to. His arms are clutching your waist in utter desperation while he whines noisily against your skin. You’re forced to take every rapid blow to your cunt because his fervor didn't allow him to relent.
Before you could even process his length making its exit, he’s already plunging back into you. His movements are frantic and impressively fast. He tries to keep his jittery hands planted around you, but the sweat is making him slip. He wants to steady himself, but his hips move at their own accord.
You can feel him inside you, unintentionally overstimulating himself. His rhythm is becoming sloppier, and his grunts are increasingly rising in pitch. It's pretty how he whimpers. He gets so overwhelmed from chasing his own pleasure that he comes so suddenly.
You can feel the copious amounts of cum drooling from his sensitive tip, and it's messy. Levi fucks fast and rough but just when you think it's over, he's already probing at your entrance ready to take you again.
𝗠𝗔𝗠𝗠𝗢𝗡
He's rough and loud when it comes to sinking himself inside of you. The sound of skin meeting is always prevalent when he fucks you. His cock is too big and deep that being gentle wasn't an option.
Every move he makes fills your cunt in the most overwhelming way. His hands settle around your neck and slightly squeezes to force you to look up—just so he can peer down at your tear stricken face.
He places a thumb in your mouth to keep it from closing. Your tongue instinctively wraps around his finger, and you're left with the inability to stifle your moans. Your cries are now much louder and more languid.
They become even more frequent as his balls obnoxiously smack against your wet clit. It's a dull, pleasurable ache, and Mammon is sure to draw it out. Only he would do this, making you put on a show just to serve as a reminder who's making you this vulgar, but despite his callousness, he still manages to be so gentle.
He presses light kisses on your shoulder and croons into the side of your neck. The mixture of sweetness amidst his aggression made your stomach do flips.
It's the contrast that you enjoy all too well. You allow yourself to feel every inch of him and bask in the pleasantness. To know you’re being fucked like a whore, but the only thing you can feel is his love. He fucks with such intensity, but his lips are anything but. It's sickly sweet.
𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗡
He's caressing the slope of your face and the hair on the nape of your neck. His touch is expectedly percise, but also tender. It's unmistakably Satan. This is his way of exciting himself , to touch you with curious and methodical hands that feel soft on your skin. They trail to your shapely lips and to your head to tangle in your hair. He’s fond of doing that especially when you're kneeling.
He doesn’t want to refrain from ravishing you, but he has an image to uphold. Satan would like to consider himself a gentleman, but there's always that flare of darkness that manages to climb to the surface. He tries to keep it tucked away but savoring your body will always make it rise like waves.
He parts your pussy lips and ogles at how it splits. The lips part with such little resistance, the small thin line of arousal snaps from the motion. His eyes instantly darken as he admires your dripping heat. It’s like he was trying to memorize the shape of your sloppy cunt.
He enjoyed analyzing, almost inspecting the parts of your body. Studying which parts twitch and leak from his ivory stare. It arouses him but nothing excites him more than to use your mouth.
It came as no surprise to you. You know Satan can't resist. The same mouth that gets you in trouble that happens to look so innocent when suckling on his cock. He takes two hands to rest by your chin and guide it to his groin. He fucks your throat achingly slow and you whimper from the pleasure of being used.
When he cums it's so hot that it could burn, but still you swallow the silky drops obediently. Satan pleasingly pats your head like you're his human pet. And just like the good owner he is, he's kind enough to let you slurp his cum like it’s a treat.
𝗔𝗦𝗠𝗢
Asmo likes pretty things and nothing is more breathtaking watching where your most intimate parts meet. His neatly trimmed hairs on the base of his cock pressing into your cream filled slit with such passion.
He finds pleasure in the details, every roll and streak of your arousal on his dick just incites him even more. He soaks in the scene before him to make sure you were real. He’s all too familiar with loss and he would hate to have to wake up and find out you were just a dream. Asmo needs you in ways you wouldn’t expect.
He didn't think it was possible to love something like he loves himself, to want something and to have it, but can never be completely satisfied because all he wants is more. The need to kiss you, make love to you, it's instinctive. Every cry you make is settled from his sweet coos and praises spilling from his mouth. His words and touch are assuring, a reminder that you're loved.
He loves anything beautiful, and the constant image of his cock disappearing inside your cunt was art.
Your voice, your arch into his touch— all so gracious. It's him making you feel this good. It's his dick fucking you so passionately because you're his. And anything of his is nothing less than perfect.
𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗟
Beel will dig his fingers onto any inch of fat he can grab onto. Anything plump from your stomach to your breast will always have all of his attention. His hands are always on you, cupping and kneading anything he can.
Just the heaviness of your tits and ass in his palm could easily jumpstart his heart. Soft and meaty flesh under his fingers would always feel good enough to touch. It makes his cock ache.
He likes sliding his shaft between the creases and folds of your chub. His hard length being concealed between your thighs and rubbed on by your softest assets feels just as good as your pussy. He's not afraid to use any part of you as long as you allow him.
If it wasn't already obvious who's groping you, the standing full nelson you're currently in solidified it. Only one demon could have such brute strength. It’s beastly. Any small shift in the position and your cunt would split even farther apart. His muscles are bulging and flexing as he works up a sweat.
His abs digs into your softness and his gruff pants are loud in your ear. Beel is unaware of his own strength, how his cock bullies your small hole leaves your brain drawing blanks. The veins and thickness of his length inside you poking at your belly left you staggering. Your own cream provided some relief, but his cock still probed at your gut.
Beel wasn’t always good at savoring his food. He always consumed things too fast and in one bite and you weren’t absolved from that. Any kind of weight on his body makes his emotions whirl. Your body being pressed so close to him in the naughtiest way made a different kind of hunger emerge. A hunger that seeks to be snuffed out. And so, his sticky and warm cock fucks you hard.
𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗘
The movement of his hips are unhurried and relaxed, close to unmoving, but make no mistake, he’s far from lethargic. You lull him into a sense of serenity that resembles the feeling of when the urge to fall asleep becomes too strong. Similarly enough when that feeling approaches he doesn't resist. He wallows in it, embraces it with open arms and lets the emotion run through his nerves.
Belphie isn't passionate and eager about most things. He prefers to let others lead and blend in like sheep until his anger gets the best of him. But that’s not the only thing that could set him off. Seeing you struggle to make yourself cum from his teasingly slow strokes was a good runner up.
Like his orange haired twin, he also admires your fullness. Your tits hanging in his face and the plushness of your ass against his pelvis is something any demon could fall for. His brothers would tear down the world if it meant they could fuck you until the end of time, but Belphie would much rather make you do the work instead.
The impact of your ass jiggling slaps against him. Your puffy nipples dangle in his face while your pussy sucked in his cock all because you’re aching for him, and it did more than swell his ego.
With him, you’re never really in control. He gives you the false security by being physically beneath you, but the firm hand on your bottom tells you otherwise.
Belphie is predictable in the sense that he’ll never just give you what you want. You have to earn it. He knows you like your pretty clit being spanked but he’ll refuse to give in unless you really work hard.
Just when you’re about to give out with tears clumping in your eyelashes staining the blindfold, the cramp in your hips starts to pinch and you begin to beg, that’s when Belphie will strike.
His mouth latches onto your cute nipple and fucks you the way you deserve. Your clit is pushed against his heated skin, it rubs against him from the force of his thrust and comfort fills your bloodstream. Your desperate whines turn into sweet moans from finally being indulged in.
Belphie’s slow strokes turn into deep and fulfilling slams. His mouth tries swallow and suck on as much of your boob as he can while he delivers the pounding you so cutely begged for. His dick is lodged inside of your milky pussy pushing against all of your warm and gooey spots.
As much as you hated earning his affection, the reward outweighed anything. Belphie will always finds it deep in himself to appease you and give you the fucking you crave.
𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗙𝗘𝗥
Lucifer’s power is unmatched and clearly so is his patience. Just as the rightful title of eldest brother insinuates, he lets his younger brothers play with you until they have had their fill.
He waited as they each sucked and stuffed your holes while dressing you in plum colored marks. He let them break you in and now his level of lust reached a breaking point.
Your back is now pressed to his chest and he forces your legs apart. Everything is exposed to the entire room.
Lucifer fills the role of being the protector when it comes to you. Your pleasure comes first. His cock slathered with your creamy cum moves hoping to encourage a powerful orgasm.
His body completely envelops you while you keep your thighs spread for the brothers to see. He handles you with the utmost care. From his hands, to his chest, Lucifer surrounds you so you can sink into him and relinquish control. He’s going take care of you and do everything you desire.
Unlike Belphie, Lucifer doesn’t tease. Or at least he tries not to. He’s only a demon, he’s flawed by nature. Sometimes he gets too infatuated with your dainty noises that all he can do is force you to make more. Selfishness is one of his few weaknesses and even someone as strong as him succumbs to it.
He listens to how your breath hitches and adjusts his hips and hands accordingly. Belphie did a number on your breast so he lightly touched the area to soothe you. Your moans are tearful and louder. Your body is getting to its limit but your pussy just tugs and suckles on his dick just the way he likes. But you don’t want Lucifer to stop, his warmth is suffocating to the point of lightheadedness. He realizes how your body is flailing and he holds you tighter.
Lucifer fucks with only your pleasure in mind. Cumming multiple times so quickly wasn’t uncommon with him. He’s sure to stimulate all of your sensitive parts until your limbs shake from the pressure. He twists your head to the side to kiss you deeply. Your lips meet in a wet open mouthed kiss. You messily drool on his tongue and mewl his name into his mouth.
You suddenly feel a rush of energy swarm and you pointedly clamp down on Lucifer’s cock. It's even deeper, his cock head nudging your womb. Lucifer lets you lead, his only thought is to let you use him. He wants you to take anything you need from him. His cock is yours and his cum is meant to plug only your cute cunny.
Lucifer fucks you with such adaptability that letting you grind on his dick after being in control was no bother. When it came to you, you could get anything you wanted.
Even if it meant the risk of him breeding you. Your pussy clouded his judgment and Lucifer sometimes worried about the man he was becoming as he struggled to find balance. Like the angel he was once, he feared he would fall once more just to feel your pussy mold to the shape of his cock.
Mc who's really damn touch starved and masturbates so so often but it's never enough because what they really need is to be dicked down hard. Cue the exchange program that just makes it even worse because now they have those hot housemates and it just riles them up more. Imagine how they would react.... Asmo def can feel the pent us sexual frustration and horniness, Beel can smell their arousal any time he's close but especially when they're masturbating and he walks past their room to get to the kitchen and Mammon definitely barges in on accident sooner or later while they're touching themself
WOOF YES!
Asmo would be able to sense the frustration anytime you entered the room, once you make your pact with him he can feel your arousal, he’ll be respectful and will wait until you come to him for release. Although he’ll definitely drop hints that it’s okay to ask for help~♡ If you’re in your room trying to get off he can feel that too, and he’s up in his room pleasuring himself alongside you.
Beel quickly learns what you smell like when aroused, it’s an intoxicating scent to him. He has to adjust himself a few times during dinner, he can’t help but wonder what has you so turned on. Some nights he’ll stay outside your door and listen to your sounds, your scent so intense now that his head is fuzzy, he has to stop himself from walking in and having a taste. Instead he heads to the kitchen where he can still hear your moans but at least he can sit while he gets off to you.
Mammon doesn’t believe in boundaries and that’s his own downfall. He can’t help that he wants to spend all his time with you, even when it’s 1 am and everyone else is asleep. He thought he could just slip in and sleep on the floor by your bed, instead he found you on full display. Legs spread wide, doing what you can to get off, your eyes screwed shut as you whimper and moan. You don’t even notice him at first and he’s grateful, but then he becomes needy and upset. It should be him between your legs, he should be getting you off, he could make you feel so much better. He’ll stand there and stroke himself a few times through his jeans before either running off to his room or crawling on top of you to take over.
>AFAB! Gender-neutral! Reader, virgin!reader, shy!reader, neurodivergent coded!reader, Diavolo being an ass, corruption kink, deflowering, mutual masturbation, vaginal penetration, romantic sex, dirty talk, mentions of tickling, demon form, size kink, oral, squirting, unsafe sex (condoms are great you should use them xoxo), soft!Diavolo, horns make great handle bars, fingering, finger sucking
Your relationship with Diavolo was a slow one. You had only started daring near the end of your first year at RAD and now, in your second year, people could hardly tell that you two were dating. You were always the shy one, never really wanting to rock the boat, but the Devildom had made you slightly more confident. But still, you were never really confident in the relationship department. You'd never really dated anyone for this long, it was usually a short fling with a couple of dates then nothing. You remember never really being the most desirable person when you were in high school so relationships came second to everything else in your life. It felt strange, really, having Diavolo dote over you. He'd rarely do so in public, royal image and all that, but in private the way he'd hold you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear made you antsy.
Diavolo never got to hold you for long, your skin would feel overwhelmingly tingly and hot from his touch. It was as if bugs made from hot irons were crawling all over your skin. You couldn't tell if it was a good or bad feeling but you did know that it was a strange and new sensation that made you want to run away. It was kind of difficult, Diavolo always wanted to hold you with your legs draped across his and your head on his chest but it almost burned to be held like that. The sadness was evident on Diavolo's face when you'd move off of his lap to instead sit next to him with his arm draped across your shoulder. The tingling sensation never went away but was lessened when you did that.
As time went on, you noticed how much touchier Diavolo was being. His hands slid from your shoulders to your waist, his touch lingered longer, and he spoke in a lower more quiet voice so you'd lean into him. It made your body light up like a house on fire but the burning sensation still remained. This sort of love made you feel like you were wrapped in comfort but also like you needed to throw up at any second. When Diavolo was courting you, he flooded you with gifts. You felt honored to receive such attention from the Prince but also guilty from how much attention and money he was wasting on you.
"I'm not wasting anything if it's spent on you," Diavolo had told you one day over tea when you brought it up, "but if you wish for me to stop spoiling you then I will." The sadness was evident on his face. Still, he found different ways to show his affection. It was honestly amazing how dense you were at how strong he was coming on. You thought he just wanted to make the human feel comfortable but it wasn't until you spoke to Solomon that you realized he wasn't doing the same for the other exchange students. It took Solomon to beat you over the head with a hammer, figuratively speaking, for you to realize that the Prince was in love with you.
Your life kind of became a fairy tale. The Prince falling in love with the commoner and spoiling them with riches and attention like straight from the pages of the Grimm Brothers. Yet, you could tell that Diavolo was getting antsy. Your quiet and reserved demeanor seemed to stir something up in him. It all led to you spending the night at his castle one time. Diavolo did his best to exemplify the mood of the room with wine and chocolates and soft music but you didn't seem affected.
"Darling," Diavolo placed his wine glass down onto the ornate coffee table next to yours. You looked up at the prince through the top of your eyelids while your head rested against his shoulder. "Are you happy?" He carefully moved his arm to wrap around your waist so your head would rest against his broad chest. The bugs returned and crawled up and down your skin with their molten feet. "Yes," you replied, "why wouldn't I be?" Diavolo hummed, pleased at your words. "I just wanted to make sure." His fingers stroked up and down your sides making you squirm at the ticklish sensation. "Hm?" Diavolo looked down at you and how you seemed to wiggle away from his stroking, "is my little human ticklish?"
That was a loaded question. No matter how you responded you were going to get tickled. Your brain turned its gears trying to come up with an answer that could save your mortal soul from being tickled but you took too long and Diavolo went ahead and danced his fingers up your sides anyway. You jerked with laughter as your body slowly drifted off of the couch and slumped onto the floor to escape his dangerous fingers. Joy was spread across Diavolo's face at your reaction. You pouted with your head resting on your lover's knee, your cheek squished against the bone. "Sweet little thing," Diavolo chuckled, "I wonder what other secrets you're keeping from me." You leaned your head back to look at Diavolo. His heart was hammering in his chest with how innocent your looked for him. "I hope I'm not overstepping any boundaries," Diavolo's hand came to stroke your cheek, "but are you a virgin perhaps?"
Heat ran through your veins at his question. You were but you didn't know how to answer his question without feeling like a loser. Here you were, an adult virgin. "You don't have to answer if you don't feel comfortable," Diavolo's face softened, "but just know that I do desire you in such a manner." You could feel a lump of heat swell in your chest at his words.
"You do?"
"Of course," there was a purr in Diavolo's voice, "I only wish to bring you pleasure like none you've experienced before."
You shivered at his words. "Well," you averted your gaze in embarrassment at what you were about to admit, "I've never, uhm, experienced pleasure like that before." Diavolo tried to keep the sly grin from creeping onto his face. He knew it, he could smell your virginity on your like a bouquet of roses. "You've never even touched yourself," Diavolo's voice took on a sultry tone, "not even down there?" You felt like your face was glowing with heat, "what-what do you mean?" You knew exactly what he meant but you couldn't believe what he was asking. "I mean," Diavolo guided you back up to the sofa so you were kneeling next to him on the fine cushions with your chin in his grip, "have you ever masturbated before?" You almost choked on your own spit trying to come up with an answer. "Y-yeash," you tried to say 'yes' and 'yeah' at the same time, "yes. I have. I mean, who hasn't?"
"You've what?" Diavolo couldn't hide his teasing smile any longer. You pouted at how he was acting. "Now you're just teasing me." You tried to move away from Diavolo but a hefty hand took your in a firm grip, "I'm sorry, my love." Diavolo smiled with furrowed eyebrows, "you just looked so cute flustered like that. I promise I wasn't trying to be mean." You squeezed Diavolo's hand, "it just felt like you were making fun of me." Diavolo's face turned into one of concern, "oh darling! I promise I wasn't trying to be malicious!" He took your face in his hand, "I'm sorry for making you feel that way. It wasn't my intention." You pressed your face into his hand, the bugs continued to crawl all over you but it wasn't a bad feeling you realized.
"My dear," Diavolo started staring into your eyes. His gaze burned but you tried not to look away. "I have to admit I had ulterior motives for inviting you over tonight." Your eyes scanned over his face in worry, what was he going to do? "I wish to have you," there was nothing but the upmost love in his eyes, "I want you to be writhing underneath me in pleasure. I want to bring you to peaks of ecstasy you never thought possible." You could feel your legs giving out at his words. You gripped the back of the sofa to steady yourself. "Me?" you asked. Diavolo tried not laugh at how cute the question was, "yes, my love, you." You couldn't hold back the whine of need that fluttered out of your throat. Diavolo's horns poked through his skin as his demon form overtook him from the sound of your needy whine. Your eyes widened in shock as you fell back against the sofa. Diavolo reached a hand out to stroke at your face, "I'm sorry, MC. You just do these things to me. I can hardly control myself when I'm around you." The nervousness began to rise throughout your body when you noticed the bulge beginning to make itself prominent behind the white piece of fabric over Diavolo's crotch.
"We won't go any further if you don't want to," Diavolo said doing his best to control himself, "it's up to you." You nodded taking a large gulp of your own nervous saliva. "I think I'm ready," you said with your eyes never leaving the large bulge your lover held between his thighs. "You think or you know you are ready?" His eyes held a serious gaze that made you melt. He really did care about your well being. Diavolo would never go forward with any part of the relationship without you first giving your approval. You nodded, "I'm ready. But-" You tried to find your words under your lover's intense stare, "can we go to your bedroom first?" Diavolo hummed stroking the soft skin of your cheek, "of course, my dearest." Diavolo stood up, his impressive wings folded behind him while he held out a hand for you to take. You placed your own hand in his palm and he couldn't help but marvel at how small your hand looked in his mighty grip. Diavolo gingerly helped you off the couch, making sure your legs were steady enough to carry you before taking off in the direction of his bedroom.
"My dear," Diavolo hummed pulling you closer so he could wrap his arm around your waist, "you said that you touch yourself. Might I ask how often and to what?" You groaned at his question, "that's so embarrassing!" "I just want to know so I can best please you. You don't have to answer if you don't want to." You huffed, your boyfriend was going to see all of you before you know it so why is this such an embarrassing question? "I, uhm, I don't know," you looked away from your boyfriend trying to keep your cool, "I don't really keep track." Diavolo hummed holding you closer as you both turned the corner down the hallway to his room, "and do you indulge in porn?" You held your mouth in your hand trying to find your words, "sometimes."
Diavolo took a hold of the ornate door knob before swinging the door open and ushering you inside his luxurious room. The fourposter bed was like something out of your most extravagant dreams carved with images of dragons and monsters and adorned in silk. "Only sometimes?" Diavolo closed the door behind him, "and what do you think about when you don't watch porn?" You felt like a frying pan just hit you in the back of your head. You're now going to have to admit that you've touched yourself and orgasmed to the thought of the very demon you were about to make love to. "You," you said in your quietest voice. Diavolo smiled wickedly, "I'm sorry dear, I didn't hear you." You tried to force your voice to be louder, "you!" A chill ran through your body when you heard Diavolo swear under his breath. "I need you MC," Diavolo came up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, "I need your body to be mine." You couldn't help but rub your rear against the prominent bulge that was bumping up against you.
Diavolo let out a low groan and held onto your hips. He started rocking his clothed cock against your clothed ass. Goosebumps rose on your skin at the way Diavolo moaned into your ear. "Would you take off those cursèd pants, my love?" Shyness overtook you once more at the thought of being naked in front of Diavolo. Humans were nowhere near as impressive as demons in their form. You wonder if he'd become disgusted with your body and change his mind.
"My love?"
Diavolo stopped grinding against you. He held your chin in his hand and pulled your head back so you would look at him. "Are you okay? Do you need to stop?"
"I just don't-" You didn't know how to explain yourself.
"You don't want to continue?"
"No! I do but I don't know how you'll-"
"How I'll what?"
"What you'll think of my body."
Diavolo turned you around so he could better look at you. He held your face in both of his hands which managed to run the length of your head. "My sweet darling,"concern pooled in his eyes, "I love your body."
"But you've never seen it."
"I'm seeing it right now. Clothed or unclothed, I love your body. I love your body because it holds you and everything you are."
Tears pooled in your eyes at how genuine his words were. Diavolo got onto his knees to better hold and comfort you. You wrapped your arms around his neck while the tears rolled down your cheeks. "I love you," you sniffled, "I love you." Diavolo wrapped his wings around your form and held you tighter. "We don't have to continue if you don't want to," Diavolo kissed your temple. "Just give me a quick second," you said wiping the tears from your eyes, "sorry for killing the mood." Diavolo continued to press kisses to your head, "you did no such thing. I want you to feel as comfortable and safe as you can with me." You pressed your hand to Diavolo's cheek and took his lips into a passion filled kiss.
Delighted with the way you were taking charge, Diavolo kissed back with a firm grip on your hips. Your taste was intoxicating like the sweetest nectar he could find. Diavolo greedily took more of your lips into his, deepening the kiss and holding the back of your head with his right hand. You pressed your chest up to his. The feeling of bugs crawling all over you turned into a low burning heat that flooded your veins. You couldn't help the moan that poured out of your mouth and into your lovers. "My love," Diavolo spoke against your lips, "would you be so willing to strip for me?" You nodded at Diavolo's words but before you could pull away to do exactly what he asked, he held you firmly against his body. "I want you to use your words," Diavolo hummed, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. "I will. I'll-" you couldn't believe what you were going to say, "I'll strip for you." Diavolo practically purred at what you had said before letting you go. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, pulling his harem pants and the white cloth that covered his crotch down to reveal his cock. It stood at a good 9 inches with the girth of your wrist. It's head was throbbing red and leaking pre-cum like a broken fountain. His erection looked painfully neglected and he made that clear when his hand wrapped around the base and he hissed. Your eyes couldn't move away from how big his manhood was. His bottoms fell to his ankles and he unceremoniously kicked them away. A dark glint came to his eyes when he saw that deer in headlights look on your face.
"Don't be afraid, MC," Diavolo stroked up his cock, pushing more pre-cum out of the already dribbling tip, "you don't have to take all of it." Your knees wobbled at the thought of having your boyfriend deep inside of you. Your fingers found their way to the button on your pants which you undid much to Diavolo's delight. Despite your inexperience at putting on a show of this kind for the viewing pleasure of another, Diavolo was thoroughly enjoying the way you undressed for him. Each stripped article of clothing revealed more and more of your body for Diavolo to gaze upon. He took his lip between his fanged teeth at the sight of your now nude body standing before him. His hand squeezed at the base of his cock making him groan. He did his best to hold back the cum he wanted to shoot all over your pure form.
"Come here," Diavolo ordered releasing his cock from his death grip. You wobbly strode over to your lover who took your waist in his grip. His hands rubbed up and down your sides, massaging the fat of your hips and the hard bones of your ribs. You held your wrist up to your mouth, hushing your moans and sighs of pleasure. Diavolo held your rib cage in his hands with his thumbs pressing down on your nipples. You moaned at the new feeling of his thumbs rubbing circles against your sensitive chest. Diavolo pulled you closer until you could feel his breath against your ear. "So beautiful for me," he hummed into your ear, "I want to watch you touch yourself. I want to see how you look unraveling from your own fingers. Let me study your form as you please yourself to the thought of my cock gaping your pussy hole open." You moaned not only at his words but the way he pinched both of your nipples and pulled slightly before letting go. "Go ahead and lay up against the pillow," Diavolo held your knuckles to his lips, leaving kisses on each of the bony protrusions. You nodded before taking your leave to the other side of the bed and climbing onto the luxurious sheets and laying against the pillow with your knees to your chest. Diavolo climbed up the bed like a predator stalking its prey. The sight of him in such a state in his demon form made you shiver in what seemed to be a mix of fear and excitement.
"Spread your legs, darling," Diavolo rested a hand on your knee while his other held his cock once again. You slowly opened your legs and you noticed the way Diavolo's eyes never left your core once you did so. Your clit was puffy and throbbing with need as your juices ran through your folds making them glisten. You were sure you were going to ruin the expensive sheets beneath you but Diavolo didn't seem to care. "Go ahead, MC," Diavolo licked his lips, "touch yourself for me." You bucked your hips against your hand when your fingers finally found their home on your neglected clit. "Dia!" You moaned out rubbing swift circles around your puffy nub. Diavolo grabbed the back of your thigh and pulled your leg back to get a better view of how your hole throbbed looking for something to plug it. Diavolo ran is large fingers around your hole, dipping the tips in teasingly just to test how tight you were. You moaned for him, your pussy making sloppy sounds as you rubbed your clit faster. "So gorgeous," Diavolo said mesmerized by how your fingers danced through your folds. His thumb held one of your pussy lips open so he could get a better look at how wet you actually were for him.
"You," you moaned out, "you can finger me if you want." Diavolo could feel the hot blood pooling in his crotch at your debauched words. His innocent little MC was asking him, him to finger them? How could he say no to such a sweet request? Diavolo dropped your leg to hold your other pussy lip open while his other hand went to work rubbing at your throbbing hole. He ran the tip of his middle finger around the outside of your pussy hole, watching how it tried to grab onto him and pull his finger in. He then dipped a finger into you, careful not to be too forceful. The sound you made was like music to his ears. Diavolo swore he could hear a choir of angels coming from your mouth. He ran his middle finger along your gummy walls that he so longed to feel. You clenched around his finger, pulling the digit in further. Diavolo chuckled at how desperate your pussy ached to be filled. The pad of his finger ran all along your walls until he found that ribbed spot at the top of your pelvis. He pressed down experimentally causing your hips to raise and you to hump against his hand in pleasure. "Look at you," Diavolo hummed, "you're being so good." You whined at his praise while your fingers went back to work rubbing at your clit. Diavolo rubbed firm circles against your G-spot watching how your pussy throbbed and twitched in pleasure. Soon, he felt your hole tighten before a loud moan tore from your throat. Your thighs quivered and your fingers sped up chasing the highest point of your orgasm before they slowed down then stopped altogether. Juices pooled beneath your butt staining the silken sheets beneath you. Your chest was heaving from the wonderful orgasm your lover had so helped you achieve but Diavolo wasn't done just yet. He continued rubbing at your G-Spot, making you whine and twitch in over-stimulation. You pressed your hand to his face not sure if you were trying to push him away or hold onto him. He swiftly took your wet fingers into his mouth, tasting your sweet juices against your skin. Your other hand came to hold onto his horn, hoping to ground yourself in someway.
Diavolo added another finger, scissoring your hole open before going back to abusing your G-Spot. You couldn't control how your hips twitched, bucked, and moved on their own against Diavolo's sweet torturous fingers. "Dia," you moaned out, "I have to pee!" You continued humping his fingers but despite your warning, Diavolo didn't let up. His pupils blew wide at what you had just said and his fingers worked faster. He pulled your own fingers from his mouth so his lips could wrap around your twitching clit. You yelped in sensitivity as both of your hands held, firmly onto Diavolo's horns. Your body felt hotter at the messy slurping sounds your boyfriend was making against your juicy cunt. Your body started spasming and Diavolo took that as his cue. He pulled his mouth away from your clit, holding his mouth open in front of your pussy. Suddenly a scream was pulled from your lips as juices erupted from your cunt, painting Diavolo's face in your orgasm. He did his best catching as much of your squirt as he could in his mouth but most of it landed on his face. His fingers slowed down, letting you ride out your orgasm until he pulled them out. He took note of how pruned his fingers were due to your sopping juices coating them.
You could only lie there trying to catch your breath. Did you just squirt? Your eyes snapped open to see Diavolo's face coated in a slick liquid. "MC," he growled, licking your essence from his lips. "Dia!" You yelped, "I'm sorry I-" "I want you speared on my cock." Your abused cunt throbbed once again at his words making you twitch. "If I could," Diavolo said climbing over you, "I would have you like that all the time. Every morning I'd eat that delicious cunt until you squirted all over me just like that." "Diavolo," you breathlessly moaned at his words. His cock rested heavily against your pubic mound making you jolt your hips up.
"Dia," you gasped, "g-give me a second!" Diavolo nodded resting his face against your neck. You could feel your juices leaving a damp mark on your skin where he rested. His firm hands gripped your hips, rubbing soft and gentle circles against your skin. Did you really just squirt? Not only that but did you really just squirt on Diavolo Prince of the Devildom's face while he finger fucked you? Your life had gotten so much more strange and wonderful since your time here. You ran your fingers through his crimson hair with your other arm draped over his shoulder. If you closed your eye for a second you could pretend that you had died and gone to heaven. Your heart rate started to steady and your cunt started to awaken once more, ready to take whatever Diavolo was going to put inside it.
"I think-" you thought for a second then spoke again, "I'm ready to go again." Diavolo kissed up your neck, sucking in the tender skin before pulling back to look at your debauched form. "My sweet MC," Diavolo hummed before grabbing your thighs to pull around his waist, "you give me so much." You reached your hands up to wrap around his neck while his cock dragged lazily through your sloppy folds. You could feel the heat buzzing off of him like a furnace. His head caught your sensitive clit a couple times making you gasp and moan out his name. "Put it in me," you whined, desperate to finally have your boyfriend fill you. "Fuck, say that again," Diavolo cursed under his breath. You humped his manhood as it rubbed against your juicy cunt, "please Diavolo. I want it in me." Diavolo leaned down to your ear, nibbling the edge of the shell before speaking directly into it. "What do you want in you, darling?" You felt embarrassed saying it out loud but did so anyway, "I want your cock in me, Dia." Diavolo growled into your ear before pulling his hips back and easing his glorious manhood into you. Your eyebrows furrowed as your mouth gaped open at the feeling of being so stretched out. You're glad Diavolo had prepped you so well to take him. You were sure that he would not have been able to go in without a little bit of fingering before hand.
Inch by inch, Diavolo pushed inside of you until he felt you could take no more. Your walls pulsed and quivered around his cock, sucking him in so greedily. Diavolo felt that he could die then and there and have fulfilled his life goals. He wanted to start rutting into you like a wild beast. He could imagine how your body would flop around like ragdoll around his mighty cock but Diavolo had to be careful. If he was to rough with your fragile human form he could seriously injure you. He hissed when he dragged his cock out of your warm cunt, your walls sliding along his girth so wonderfully. A soft moan of his name passed your lips while he gently thrusted back into your accommodating pussy. He held your thighs in a vice like grip, the fat squishing under his fingers in such a delicious way. Although Diavolo could never gain access, he assumed this is what heaven felt like. Your soft and pliable body laying beneath him so willing to take his cock in any way you can.
"MC," Diavolo groaned at how you squeezed his cock, "may I kiss you?" You nodded eagerly at his request leaning your head back to open yourself up for his lips. Diavolo found his mouth against yours in a soft yet passionate kiss. He drank in every sound, every moan, every mumble of his name you'd give him. Soon, his pace sped up to a more steady rhythm of thrusting in and out of your hole. Your wet pussy made sloppy, sopping sounds with every entrance of his cock into you. Your nails dug into the muscle of his back as he pushed your legs up towards your chest in order to better angle his cock into you. Diavolo pulled from the kiss, enjoying the string of saliva that came with him and the fucked out look on your face. You were panting and moaning with your eyes glossed over with a look of lust. Diavolo took a picture of you with his mind hoping to save this moment into his memory for all eternity. "You look-" Diavolo grunted when you squeezed him just right, "you look so beautiful like this." You moaned out his name trying to kiss him once again. Instead, Diavolo dove to your neck taking the skin between his lips and sucking. He trailed kisses up and down the side of your neck, sucking, biting, then licking over where he bit.
If you were in a less lust filled state you'd have to worry about hiding the hickies Diavolo left tomorrow but that would most likely hurt his feelings. Diavolo wanted to mark you. He wanted all of the three realms to know who you laid with and who you belonged to. He wanted everyone to know who finally corrupted the sweet, innocent human. You were finally all his now.
Diavolo pulled back from your neck to admire the series of marks he had left. Your hands laid by your head taking fistfuls of the pillows behind you while your face was contorted into a grimace of absolute pleasure. Diavolo was torn between wishing he could show all of the Devildom how well he fucked you and keeping your expressions all for himself. He dropped one of your legs and snaked his hand to your clit, rubbing circles on the erect nub. You gasped out moans at the feeling of being both so full and so over-stimulated with pleasure. Diavolo's eyes never left your face drinking in every expression, every moan, every furrow of your eyebrows and every whine you made. Oh, how he loved when you would whimper let out from being so thoroughly fucked out on his cock.
Diavolo gave you a sharp thrust that made your back arch and to his amazement, you managed to take all of his cock. "Look at that," Diavolo growled speeding up his ministrations on your clit, "such a greedy little hole. You took all of me like a champ." You opened your eyes to stare at Diavolo's love struck face. His eyes were now trained on where you two connected and how your pussy sucked him in.
"Your-" you gasped out, "you're so big!" Diavolo's hips faltered for a minute before resuming their usual pace.
"Does it hurt?"
"It feels so good! I love you, I love you, I love you-"
You were cut off by a sharp thrust to your G-Spot and a lewd moan leaving your mouth. Diavolo chuckled pushing both of your thighs up as far as they could go, essentially putting you in a mating press. You were bewildered by how much your body could take. Diavolo leaned into you as much as he could without crushing you. Your smaller body took him so well in ways he could have never imagined. The pleasure was building inside of him.
"My love," Diavolo moaned into your ear making goosebumps rise on your skin, "can I cum inside you?"
You shivered at his words and nodded. "I need to hear you say it," Diavolo kissed up your face to your temple. Your soft skin was like the very cloud of heaven under his lips.
"Dia," you managed to moan out, "please! Please cum in me! I want you so bad-" You were cut off by a particularly sharp thrust that made you let out a sob. Diavolo would have those words replaying in his head for the next millennia.. His sweet, innocent human was under him begging for his cum deep inside their hole. Diavolo growled sinking his teeth into your shoulder while his gave one final, deep thrust. Warmth like you had never felt before pooled in your womb. Your lower body felt like it was on fire. More of his cum started spilling out as it became too much for your body to hold. You could hear Diavolo's moans through the mouthful of your skin he had in his mouth. Finally, his horns retreated back into his skull as his wings shrunk into his back.
Your lover pulled back to look at his handy work. Your puffy abused cunt was leaking cum onto the sheets below despite him still being fully sheathed inside you. His thumb came to rub circles on your clit once more making you jolt and let out a sharp moan. Your body twitched and writhed until finally cumming around his cock. Your walls twitched and sucked in as much of his dick as it could. Diavolo shuddered at the feeling of your gummy walls constricting around him. Your poor pussy dribbled juices, too spent to squirt again.
"Oh, my love," Diavolo purred, "you are so wonderful." He leaned down to pepper kisses across your face making you laugh. "Dia!" Diavolo pressed his forehead to yours. "You look so beautiful like this," Diavolo hummed, "I wish we could stay like this forever." Your walls pulsed around his cock making him groan. "We can," you started, "we can stay like this for a little while." Diavolo smiled at your shy expression, "you want to warm my cock for me, hm?" You tried to look away, embarrassed from his words but still, you nodded. Diavolo captured your lips in a short but loving kiss. "I wouldn't have it any other way, MC."
He said he would take you out on a ride, he didn't specify what exactly you'd be riding. Just his hands guiding your hips to hit that little spot inside of you that makes you go crazy. The windows of the car are foggy and anyone who walks by can tell exactly whats going on in there.
"M-Mammom~ I... I can't- Ah" you couldn't form a single coherent sentence your hips loosing their rhythm after cuming so many times and you try your best to keep up the pace.
"Of course ya can sweetheart" Mammon grabs your hips and drags you down again making you moan out his name. "Yer doing so good, just a little more" he whispers in your ear as you feel another orgasm coming up.
Mammon can feel it too, grabing your hips and bouncing you hard on his cock, you're mind hazy from the pleasure, "T-thats it!!!" Mammon's voice hitched as he grabed you and pulled you to his chest "F-Fuck fuck fuck" you felt him releasing in you and that was all you needed to cum again.
As both of you came down from your high, Mammon wa still holding you close against his chest, petting your back, "fuck sweetheart, you're so good to me" he kissed the top of your forehead.
"We should go on these little joyrides more often" you giggled and looked up at him. "I'm glad you liked it" he responded before kissing your lips.
"Now let's go back before Lucifer realizes that we sneaked out"
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*crawls back inside*
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