Satan finds you in the school library, searching for a book to write your report on. He passes Levi and Mammon bickering in hushed tones nearby, and grabs a tome that you were struggling to reach.
"Pardon me," he says as his hand rests on your lower back, "I leave you alone for two minutes and the wolves descend."
"I can't believe you're quoting Twilight at me." You snort, snatching the book from his hands and tucking it under your arm. It had been a joke when you suggested he read it, but he had enthusiastic about the idea, and now he uses it to tease you any chance he gets. You don't want to admit how well his voice suits the role, but still, you let him press your bodies together.
"Can I ask you a question?" Satan asks after he's also done chuckling.
"Always," you say.
"What's no nut november?"
"WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT PHRASE?"
The library-goers reprimand you with a resounding chorus of disturbed whispers and angry shushing.
Losers:
Mammon is able to last about a week, and honestly? You're incredibly proud he made it that long, given how poor his self-control is. The others accuse you of favoritism when you take him out on a date to celebrate, but they don't have to listen to Mammon "hmmph" and pout at his failure. And to be fair, it was your fault he lost anyway, as you didn't discourage him when he began to touch you during the movie.
You really tried in the beginning, pushing his wandering hands away and regretfully pulling away from his kisses. He's always been clingy, but the week-long absence of your time together has made him more desperate than usual, and the longer it went on, the bolder he got. You don't know what it was about Harrison Porter that turned him on, but you didn't complain when his hand slipped past the hem of your shorts. Mammon was practically purring in your ear while he teased you, long fingers tracing around your hole before sinking in.
It all fell apart from there rather quickly; you bent over the couch in his room as he stuffed his cock into you. It didn't matter that he'd cum once already; he's obsessed with the wet sound of his spend being fucked back into you.
Even though he was the one who suggested the game, he only lasted for a portion of the day. It was entirely your fault that he lost, but it was a conscious choice of revenge since he decided to blab to everyone else. However, with how easily he turns on, you bet he wouldn't last either way.
You had snuck into his room after dinner to enact his punishment. Like you expected, he's sat at his desk, calling out moves over his mic to his gaming friends. He yelps when you yank his chair back, just enough to give you room to crawl under the desk and between his legs. Levi's voice rises several octaves as he requests for backup. He glares down at you, trying to swat you away when you undo the laces of his joggers. You meet his gaze, commanding him to stay still as you pull his pants down his thighs. With a flushed face, he's much more pliant when you tug on his underwear, lifting his hips from the chair.
He also ends up losing the match, and his friends curse him out for suddenly going AFK. You make him apologize to them while his half-hard cock is in your mouth, ready to ruin his chances at any other game.
Let's be honest. Asmo agreed knowing full well he was going to lose. It was just fun to be a part of the moment! It was also the perfect excuse to have you all to himself. He knew you'd end up in bed alone tonight, respecting the brothers' wishes to lead them not into temptation.
You rest comfortably under the blanket, waiting for him to slip into the room and keep you company when you hear the door click shut. Soon, Asmo's touch is all over you. His lips start at your shoulder and travel up your neck while his hand teasingly dips below the hem of your pants. With a pleased hum, Asmodeus whispers an apology against your skin, "Sorry, hon. I'm just so excited."
He giggles when he doesn't feel any undergarments under your night clothes, "So was someone else."
"After that filthy text you sent during dinner?" You say, remembering how it made your core clench when you first read it, "It's been agony to wait."
Satan loses all because of a damn book. He'd found a cheesy romance in the bargain section of his favorite bookstore and decided to give it a chance because of the ridiculous cover. He wondered if it was normal for a human male to have that many abs, but the pink-clad princess seemed to be fawning over them all the same.
He managed two weeks before the tome made its way into his life. You were sitting in his lap, the book in hand, as you read it together before it was time to go to bed. Only three chapters in and the protagonists already are having sex, and you think you've read the word 'bosom' enough to last a lifetime. However, Satan seems enthralled in the scene, his hands holding you steady while he presses his hardness into your lower back. You can feel him rock his hips, edging himself through his clothes while you continue reading the passage.
"Really? This is turning you on?" You ask with an incredulous laugh after his hands slide up your shirt to cup your chest. Figuring you should leave to preserve Satan's streak, you go to stand up, but those same steady hands possessively tighten.
"To Hell with this game. I want you. Now."
Like Asmo, the sorcerer is not wasting time playing a silly game when he can use this to his advantage. He's already ordered your favorite from Hell's Kitchen when he texts you to meet him at Purgatory Hall. It's no longer Cocytus, the haven and home you shared when back in the past, but Solomon will be damned if he doesn't share another moment of domestic bliss with you in the present.
So after the candlelit dinner and a bottle of dessert demonus, Solomon wastes no time carrying you to his bed. He whispers how much he misses you between kisses, which only makes you giggle since you see him daily. The sorcerer knows the same need resides within you, and you're eager to give in. You part your thighs, grab hold of his belt, and pull his hips to slot against yours. He groans in response, warm breath flittering across your neck, where his lips are pressed to your pulse.
He'd keep you here for the entire month if he could, but for now, he'll settle for the night.
While the game interests him, and he doesn't want to be the odd one out, Diavolo flat-out refuses to play. While he usually prides himself on his restraint, Halloween is his birthday, and Diavolo decides to not entertain any game that could come between your time together. He's been planning this for the last month! The Demon Prince just refuses to spend his weekend without nestling between your thighs at least once, maybe more if you're in the mood to spoil him.
You don't mind, of course, as it quickly turns into your own personal game. It starts with you teasing him between destinations and ends with you cornered in a room, chest pressed to the wall as he cums until you're whining about feeling full. Thankfully, he booked an entire train for just the two of you, and Barbatos has dutifully warned the staff about your activities. His true reward is watching you stumble around during the date and cling to him while his spend drips down your legs.
"Thank you for not joining their game," you tell him one night, cuddled to his chest, cockwarming him in bed.
Satan finds you in the school library, searching for a book to write your report on. He passes Levi and Mammon bickering in hushed tones nearby, and grabs a tome that you were struggling to reach.
"Pardon me," he says as his hand rests on your lower back, "I leave you alone for two minutes and the wolves descend."
"I can't believe you're quoting Twilight at me." You snort, snatching the book from his hands and tucking it under your arm. It had been a joke when you suggested he read it, but he had enthusiastic about the idea, and now he uses it to tease you any chance he gets. You don't want to admit how well his voice suits the role, but still, you let him press your bodies together.
"Can I ask you a question?" Satan asks after he's also done chuckling.
"Always," you say.
"What's no nut november?"
"WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT PHRASE?"
The library-goers reprimand you with a resounding chorus of disturbed whispers and angry shushing.
WINNERS:
It would not be the first time Lucifer would go without sexual activity due to the immense workload from Diavolo. When you're practically as old as time, a month is nothing. Though he considers the challenge to be rather childish, as are most of the shenanigans his brothers get up to, his pride refuses to back down from the fight.
What he carelessly forgot to consider was you. Ever the troublemaker yourself, he expected you to tease him for agreeing to the silly game, but he never foresaw sabotage.
There were multiple nights where you'd slink quietly into his bed, waking the demon up with your mouth around his cock, suckling the precum from the head. When you would see his eyes flutter open, you'd take him whole, swallowing him down until your nose brushed against his pelvis. Thankfully, he'd wake up before you could cost him his victory, playfully swatting you off while you'd laugh and laugh.
You never escaped unscathed, as Lucifer would grab you as soon as you tried to flee and make you ride him until you were shaking. The feel of your body trembling above him is enough to send him over the edge, and he'd squeeze the base of his cock, desperately trying to keep his orgasm at bay.
Despite your efforts, he managed to finish the month without incident, though he paid you back in kind as soon as December rolled around.
Beel wins because he is easily distracted by his busy game schedule and, of course, food.
Instead of sabotaging, you support Beel through his efforts by constantly carrying snacks. You can grow closer to him now that the others aren't competing for your attention (They heard of your efforts for sabotage and have been avoiding you). Afternoons are spent as an unofficial cheerleader during his Fangol practice, while evenings are spent experimenting with different recipes, Beel serving as your personal taste tester.
Mornings are the roughest, as you can't distract Beel within his dreams. You've woken up to his large hands roaming your body, soft groans rumbling in his throat, and drool slipping from the corner of his lips. His whispered mumblings would be so cute if it weren't for the lewd position he's trapped you in, leg slung around his waist and face buried between his ample pecs. He holds you still against him, hips grinding his cock between your legs, leaving no room to wonder what exactly he's dreaming of.
It's a fight to escape his arms as you attempt to reach for the cookies left on the bedside table. The struggle wakes the demon, who smiles sheepishly at you once he realizes what is happening. Unfortunately, you have to leave him alone after these incidents, lest you become the tempestuous snack of the day.
Like his brother, Belphegor can easily distract himself from his urges with the thought of sleep. He spends most of November holed up in the attic or his bedroom, cuddling his cow print pillow and softly snoring away the challenge. You tried a few times to tempt the demon but were unsuccessful because you couldn't manage to wake him up from his slumber.
He still finds time to be a brat, though. Nap time quickly turns into his play time, as he uses his powers to influence your dreams, turning whatever surreal scene that plays into a den of debauchery. The magical connection is permanently severed before either of you can finish, however; each night, you wake sweating and alone in the comfort of your bed, with a new memory of how Belphie used your body for his own pleasure. Your core clenches around nothing, aching to be filled in a way that the dreams could never satisfy.
You can hear his smug tone when he texts you after. It's a mere reminder that you should be sleeping, especially if you're to have energy for the next night. With a groan, you contemplate exposing his cheating to his brothers and having him disqualified. You decide against it but set a reminder to ask Solomon about dream magic when you see him next.
This man barely has alone time as it is. Luke keeps him busy throughout the day, and Simeon is too tired when night rolls around. Still, the angel had agreed to play, while you're mortified to learn one stupid conversation with Levi had spread to Purgatory Hall. You don't risk tempting him; you don't know if you could forgive yourself if you were to ruin his heavenly status.
That doesn't stop Simeon from interrupting while you set the table, plates in hand, as he presses you against the solid wood. It's a test of multiple limits; The brothers are in the kitchen; one could walk out any moment and catch the angel trying not to cum as he grinds against your backside. His gloved hands dig into your sides, holding you close as Simeon teases himself against your body, whispering praises in your ear and making heat pool in your core.
He's done as quickly as he started, cock throbbing in his pants as he excuses himself to the bathroom, murmuring about a cold water remedy. You don't have an excuse at the ready when Lucifer glares at you, finding the table halfway set as the brothers file out from the kitchen.
Like Simeon, Barbatos doesn't have the time; truthfully, he'd rather be baking anyway. He agrees to play simply because he knows how easily he'll win. The demon doesn't worry about your interference either, finding it much more enjoyable to serve your whims. After all, the game says nothing about helping others find pleasure in his touch.
That's how you find yourself bent over the kitchen counter, two of his lithe fingers thrusting inside of you. He urges you to be quiet, saying your moans will wake the castle before mirthfully chastising you for the "mess" you're creating. The pleasure is so overwhelming that you can't manage a response, which only makes the demon butler delightfully smile.
Barbatos is always thorough; when you finally reach your release, he drops to his knees and cleans the slick that coats your thighs. He's not afraid to be obscene, lewdly and loudly sucking on your skin, leaving behind minor purple marks, his own reward for resisting the temptation.
Tumblr forcing me to split this into two parts >:[
Solomon and MC would get married in the human world, not because of any specific rule or custom, but because Solomon wants to watch as the Brothers are forced to wait just outside the church doors, their objections silenced by the organ music.
The mattress dips as someone sits beside your hip, his hand gently shaking your thigh to rouse you from slumber, "C'mon, my love, it is time to get up."
A groan is your only reply as you curl in on yourself, clutching the comforter tight to your body. You feel his weight shift forward as he leans to set a mug on your bedside table. The enticing scent of coffee hitting your nose is almost enough to coax you out of your comfortable cocoon.
Almost.
Instead, you bring the blanket over your head, blocking out the delicious temptation of his bribery.
"I'm sure the brothers will understand if their dear attendant needs a day to themselves," he reassures, knowing how hard it has been to adjust to the strange problem you've found yourself in.
Typically, an extra day off would be all the reprieve you need, but the thought of being alone amongst the vastness of Cocytus Hall sours the notion.
Though his cooking is lethal, Solomon's attitude towards domestic life has quickly made the extravagant space feel like home. Your relationship was less than professional already, but numerous lines continued to be crossed within the confines of the Hall, the butterflies in your stomach stirring every time he proudly called you his in front of the demons.
Still, you'll need to pull out one of your strongest cards to convince him to waste the day with you. He's an in-demand sorcerer whom Barbatos gives very little wiggle room to deny the demon Prince.
Solomon carefully peels the blanket away from your face when you don't answer him. You stare at your concerned mentor through bleary lashes, blinking away the sleep as you recall the phrase you need.
"Swear to me, by the gazelles or the does of the field, that you will not awaken my love until they please," you whisper, unable to keep a yawn at bay.
Solomon's concern melts into a smile, a soft chuckle slipping past his lips as he stands from the bed. Pulling the blanket back over your head, you feel your heart deflate, thinking he took your words as a dismissal. You miss how he shuts his phone down after sending a quick notice of absence to Diavolo.
The cover is quickly yanked away from your grip, and the blanket falls to the floor to leave you fully exposed. Hands grab your ankles, and your body is being pulled down the length of the mattress before you can react.
Solomon settles himself between your parted thighs once he has you on the edge of the bed. Holding you still against him, the sorcerer leans over you, a playful glint in his silver eyes. "What kind of beloved is your beloved, that you make us swear this way?"
@kiralaufeyson84 requested: Mammon with prompt #57 from the Smut Prompt List - “Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me.”
CW: Semi-Rough sex (but not really), Mirror Sex
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"Wha- Weally? Wight now??" You ask incredulously before spitting out toothpaste into the sink, "You are insatiable, you know that?"
Mammon presses his hardening cock against your ass, his hands taking hold of your waist to keep you trapped against the counter.
"Y'know I can't help it! You're jus' too damn temptin'," the demon says as he begins to rock his hips, "Walkin' round in my shirt for everyone to see..."
You're about to remind him of which demon tore your shirt last night, but any playful scolding dies when you see his reflection in the mirror. He hides his blushing face against your neck, softly panting as he teases himself with slow thrusts against your panties.
Ughhh, damn him! Everyone already thinks you entertain him too much; you'll never forget the last fight that broke out when Asmo accused you of playing favorites. You're still paying Lucifer back for the damages.
But... he does seem desperate, and you know he's trying real hard to stay composed in case you tell him no. Yet, you can feel his greed growing the longer you wait. Mammon takes what he wants, especially when others say he shouldn't. He is so sweet with you, it is maddening; but when you're the one he wants to take? The rush of what's to come has you pressing your thighs together.
"I felt that," Mammon hisses through clenched teeth. His hands run down your thighs and back up, greedily groping as much of your body as he can, "I'll be real quick babe, promise."
You barely manage to get a "Yes" out before he's pulling your panties down to your knees. He settles one hand against your back, pushing you flush against the ceramic counter, the granite like ice to your flushed skin. You're not given a moment to adjust before he's already sinking his cock into you, making you gasp.
Once every delicious inch is inside, he leans against against your back, bracing himself with his forearms on either side of your head. The wet sound of skin slapping skin echoes throughout the bathroom. Mammon babbles incoherently behind you, hot breath teasing your skin as he groans his praises into your shoulder.
Your first man stands back to his full height, taking hold of your hips again. His nails dig into your flesh, the indents surely bruising as he drags you down the length of his cock. You stare at Mammon's reflection in the mirror, as he watches you take him again and again, panting through his satisfied grin each time you clench around him.
You're lifted up by a harsh yank to your hair, making you hiss out in pained pleasure. Mammon's hands make quick work of his shirt, pushing the fabric up until your breasts are exposed. Another gasp escapes past your lips as his thumbs brush against your nipples, teasing the skin until it's flushed and stiff.
“Look at your reflection," Mammon happily hums, "Look at how gorgeous you are."
One of his hands travels to your neck, tipping your face up until you meet your own gaze in the mirror. Your demon presses a maddeningly sweet kiss to your cheek followed by a rough thrust of his hips that nearly knocks you back down to the counter.
"So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me.”
Perhaps the others are right, you indulge him too much; but it's hard to give a damn when you're the thing his greed wants most of all.
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Your game character cries out as tentacles bind their body. The sigil below them glows a sickly green, revealing the portal from which the disembodied appendages writhe. They call out to their partner, their plea for help echoing as the screen fades to Levi's pixeled avatar. The familiar and catchy battle music plays, but the knight does not move.
The enemy squeezes your character, sapping 10 health and its eldritchian power blocking any access to your magic. A couple beats pass, and the monster constricts again, slimily taking another chunk of life. "Levi, it's time to--"
He tries to stop you from looking, but it's too late. The sight of his cock straining against his sweatpants is forever imprinted in your memory. He's always been easy to rile up, but the shocking display has you blurting out, "Are you fucking hard right now?"
"Don't be mad at me..." He meekly protests, one hand blocking his face while one quickly covers his crotch.
Pausing the game, you can't help but snort out a laugh. Levi falls back against the large beanbag, both hands covering his face. "Are you seriously laughing?? Iwanttodiethisissoembarrassing--"
"Sorry, sorry," You apologize before he can start his self-deprecating rant, but Levi grumbles in response, still refusing to look at you. Snuggling closer to his side, you gently pry his hands away from his rosy face so you can kiss his cheek. The action makes the demon squeal, but he otherwise relaxes into your touch, blush spreading to his ears.
Maybe it's the warmth of his body against yours or his quiet gasp when your hand rests on his knee, but arousal is quickly pooling in your core. He doesn't resist your teasing, groaning weakly instead as your hand drifts closer to his crotch.
"I shouldn't be surprised you'd pick a perverted game." You playfully taunt, running your fingers along the bulge of his cock. Levi's legs further part as he sinks deeper into the beanbag, thrusting into your palm and grinding against what little friction he can find.
"In my defense!" exclaims the demon, growing frustrated when your touch remains light, a far cry from the reckless pace he's used to, "The tentacles weren't advertised!" Finally, you slip your hand past the hem of his sweats and Levi sighs in relief, mumbling praises and reverent 'thank you's. His cock throbs under your hand, excitedly hot as you pump his shaft, making precum ooze out and dampen the fabric of his boxers.
"They sure were provocative though," You say with a chuckle, voice low as you whisper, "I've imagined it before; those slippery tentacles stretching me open. How many do you think I could take?" The question has its intended effect; Levi buries his face into your nightshirt, eyes shut tight while his mouth hangs open as he tries to stifle his moans.
You continue to tell him about your fantasies, blending images of yourself at the mercy of the monstrous extremities with the lust you feel over your boyfriend's own thalassic qualities. "They can hold me down while you make me yours. No one would dare try to steal away the beloved of the Admiral, would they? Not with your scent on my skin and your cum between my legs."
It's the fastest he's ever cum for you. What doesn't spill over your fingers instead soaks the fabric of his clothing, the dark spot spreading with each new rush of cum that leaks from his tip. He's trembling when you kiss him, slow and sweet, as you continue to milk his cock, no doubt worsening the mess in his pants.
CW: Brief Somnophilia (Lucifer), Blowjobs, Creampies, Cum-eating, Anal Sex
Lucifer is no stranger to long nights with little rest but has been granted a reprieve with a night spent in the demon prince's castle. He had been looking forward to uninterrupted dreams and a morning slept in.
He should've known better when it came to you two.
It isn't the breathy moans that wake him up, nor the shaking of the mattress underneath him. No, it's the feeling of your mouth on his cock, body trembling above his as Diavolo thrusts into you from behind. You're sinfully warm and tight around him, but his cock still pulses on your tongue.
Diavolo's hands dig into your hips as he cums, holding you steady as he continues to slowly thrust. You had been working at Lucifer for a while, and the sudden shock of the erotic sight pushes him over the edge. Cum spills down your throat while the prince's spend overflows between your legs.
Lucifer spares a glance at the clock, exasperated when its face shows that he's only been asleep for three hours. "You two," he grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose, "are hedonistic fiends."
You pant after his cock slips from your mouth, wiping your lips on the back of your hand while Diavolo laughs merrily. The demon prince collapses to the bed, lying beside Lucifer with his hand propping his head up.
"Did you not enjoy it?" You ask, shifting to straddle Lucifer's hips. The demon immediately runs his hands along your thighs, fingers brushing over the fading bruises from your last tryst. Pride swells in his chest at the memory; you handled both of them so well despite your fragile human nature.
He sees the worry on your face, so he smirks and says, "I loved it, my dear," followed by an amused chuckle, "You both just have the worst timing."
You lean down and kiss him, unable to resist how good he looks, relaxed and already fucked out. One turns to two, to three, to... more. Early morning tenderness quickly fades to hunger, his cock twitching below you in anticipation.
Diavolo cheekily swoops in when you part for air, starting with soft, appreciative kisses. Your hand slides between your legs, teasing your sensitive body while the demon prince begins to pinch at Lucifer's exposed nipples. It makes the prideful demon gasp, and Diavolo seizes the opportunity to slip his tongue into the other's mouth.
The same heady makeout led to the inevitable disruption of Lucifer's sleep. However, he doesn't seem keen on resting again just yet, evident by his licentious sounds and the growing blush on his face and chest.
Before long, Diavolo guides you to kneel on the lush pillows of his bed, Lucifer's tongue ecstatically devouring the mess of cum that still flows from your body. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, holding yourself up on unsteady arms as you weakly grind yourself against his mouth.
The demon prince touches himself to the sight, stroking his hardening length with a feverish pace as precum weeps from the tip. He settles himself between Lucifer's legs, hands lifting the other's legs until you're able to reach forward and hold them open. Lucifer's gasping moan is muffled below you as Diavolo manages to fit the head of his cock into the prideful demon.
The clock steadily ticks along, the late hours wiling away into a tired and spent morning. Though it is with more bruises and spit than anybody had planned, the three of you sleep way past your alarms, indulging in the company of the ones you love most.
