A meatball sub with swiss chees and marinara. Def my favorite sandwich of all time. I don't get it often but they're great when I do. My roommate recently decided to make them at home, and sweet lord it was way too much food for my diet (sandwich to scale), but it was also god-tier good.
Thanks for the sandwich ask! I'd been getting very spicy recently and needed to refocus on less raunchy art for a bit.
Somebody posted a video of a clip from the interview where he talks about sandwich time and I don’t remember who it is if someone can find that I’ll be forever grateful
It was hard to get her out of his head. The way her violet hair would slide through his fingers as she repeatedly gagged on his shaft, eager to take all of him into her mouth. She felt divine, her tongue coaxing his under shaft as his hips bucked into her. He was determined to hold in his pants, she couldn't know just how much this human had gotten under his skin as he thrust into her again. Her big blue eyes gazing up at him with adoration as she pushed him to the top of her throat. He came hard, pushing her head further onto his cock as his copious seed flooded into her. She made something of a vacuum, her lips sealed to try and make sure she didn't lose a drop while swallowing all she could.
Her breathing was strained, her head resting against his thigh as she watched him.
"Did Master enjoy that?" She meekly spoke, her voice a melody though tinged with the roughness.
"You did well," he managed to keep his appearance, stroking her cheek.
Then the rude awakening of his alarm clock brought him back to reality. She wasn't here with him, though an ever-diligent student at least and would be ready for the day ahead. Not that she didn't have her moments where Mammon would regale her with some drama, or distracted by Asmos who would capture her romantic fantasies in a moment of weakness. She wasn't a student that he needed to worry about according to the reports he had been getting. His cock was throbbing under the sheets, he grumbled at his overactive imagination while deciding to tackle two birds with one stone and deal with it in the shower.
She was slouched at the table, buried in a textbook-like usual as she let everything happen around her. As usual, Asmos was sighing loudly and saying how he was much prettier to look at than any textbook, though her response was that looking at him wouldn't get her through all of her classes.
Then she noticed his entrance and lifted her head to give him a warm smile.
"Morning Luci," she beamed.
For a human, she was more dangerous than any demon. He smiled softly and took his seat while the usual chaos continued, Beel had eaten nearly everything on offer, but even he knew to leave Lucifer's breakfast alone.
"I'm telling you, darling, you're the only one who gets that smile," Asmos was gushing over the top of the textbook as he ate his way through the plate. It was just trying to get his attention, he didn't need to respond to it as he was looking through his D.D.D. Diavalo would have plenty for him to do as well. He needed any distraction from the realistic dreams haunting him at night.
***
She was twirling her hair around her finger while in class. How she was expected to learn the entirety of Devildom history was a mystery, but she enjoyed the topic nevertheless. Which was proving fascinating to other human present in the academy as he took a seat next to her in the classroom.
“You've caught the attention of some students I see,” Solomon commented, keeping his tone and voice low to avoid being overheard as he fetched out his books and parchment.
“Mm, they think I'm sleeping with all seven brothers,” she shrugged casually, keeping things whimsical as she played with her writing implements,
“And have you told them?” His frown was cute as she chuckled softly.
“It's nothing to worry about, I'm not giving them the pleasure of thinking they've gotten to me,” she replied before the teacher arrived and began the lesson.
***
Sharp stone dug harshly into her shoulder blade after she had been caught off-guard. The offenders had taken hold of her loose bag strap and swung her around so she slammed into the wall. Her neck was pinned to the stone, claws digging into her windpipe and restricting her airflow with significant force as she came face to face with the loudest voice that declared her a slut. A female demon that had the looks of a supermodel and a voice that would seduce any ship, and she was growling at the human. She could feel blood making her shirt stick to her skin, they had used the school to do the damage and cut through fabric to harm her as the beauty in front of her was seemingly enhanced by her fury.
“Such a delectable meal I have caught,” she hissed, licking her lips eagerly.
Then a cough caught the attention of everyone, making them all turn their heads to find that Lucifer and Diavolo had caught them in the act of harming the exchange student.
It was rare to see the two of them looking so livid. No one dared to move, not even the human before Lucifer approached and threw the Demon's hand off her throat. Diavolo was crooning softly over her, peeling her off the wall as the other Demons were then promptly marched to the Avatar of Pride's student office. The Demon Prince had a caring touch, making sure that she wasn't hurt in any way they couldn't see, and then decided his office was the only place to go to attend to her wounds.
She could feel his anger at the situation radiating off the walls as the two of them waited in silence in the Prince's office. Diavolo had made no attempt to remove her clothing, the blood acting as a glue in the moment, but he had pressed her for more information on what they had seen. It was akin to sitting in awkwardness for her until the Avatar of Pride slammed the door open, and she was more than shocked to see him use the same force to shut it. It withstood the forces, not shattering on impact.
He swung her head up to look at his, and Diavolo was standing in front of her, sandwiching her between the two of them. It made her feel like a slab of meat dangling between two lions.
“Morgan Pattinson, you are under our watch and protection,” it made her wince to hear the way that Lucifer stated her full name, and it showed that he was pissed. “You are only Human. You can be eaten by anyone here in this school, you are meant to have a Demon with you at all times!” He continued on his tirade as he peeled back her blazer, tossing it over the table next to her chair before his touch was separated only by a thin shirt. His fingers were hot to her skin as he gently lifted the sticky patch of her shirt off the wounded area.
Both of the Demons were taken by surprise, Diavolo looking over her shoulder as Lucifer peeled back the stained material. There was blood dried against her skin, but there was nothing but a faint scarring line where the stone had stabbed into her.
“My magic is nothing like Solomon's,” she remarked. “But I know how to heal myself of most basic wounds, spark a fire and I was in the middle of learning the rest from my aunt when I turned up at the House of Lamination,” she shrugged. “Late bloomer and all that, but I knew I would be able to protect myself in most situations which is why I was alone when she struck me.”
The sense of Lucifer stroking her exposed skin made her shiver, as it dawned on her how close the boys were to her. Diavolo's attention moved from her back, drawing up her neck and to her parted lips. The softest of pants were escaping from him before the gap between them disappeared. Her hands slid up his blazer sleeves to his shoulders, one hand gripping at them as the other disappeared into his hair. She felt the urgent need to hold onto something to ground her out of fear for ascending in her pleasure. He reluctantly pulled away, groaning as he sported a blush on his cheeks, his eyes looking over to the Avatar of Pride, who then demanded her attention by turning her head sharply to the side, Lucifer's kiss demanded submission from her, his teeth scraping her lips as her hands slid down Diavolo, one hand lacing fingers with the Prince as the other sought out to hang onto Lucifer.
Gasping for air, the two Demons took their turns with her and each other, lavishing affections all around and keeping Morgan firmly in place between them. Until Diavolo glanced up at the clock. “Maybe we should relocate to my castle?” He offered, his gaze following the Human as she slipped out and pulled her blazer back on with grace that only a newborn giraffe could manage. Her legs were wobbly and far from steady as she staggered over to the table a short distance away and then leant against it, looking over at the two smirking Demons.
“We shouldn't impose on you,” Lucifer shook his head. “You have a great many things to be doing.”
“All of which can wait, though I'm not certain you two can,” the Prince replied knowingly.
“I'm going with Lord Diavolo,” Morgan stated, making him chuckle. “You're more than welcome to go home without me,” she told the Avatar of Pride.
That was how she ended up naked, spread across and pinned to the bed. Her head was hanging off the edge, trying to relax her throat as Lucifer was busy rocking his hips towards her mouth. She had never considered herself a size queen, but the sight of both their cocks had made her both salivate and shiver since she had never taken anything near their sizes in any hole. One of her hands grasped tightly at Diavolo's hair as he rolled her clit between his teeth, two fingers spreading her pussy apart while another had been well lubricated and was thrusting in her ass.
“She tastes divine Lucifer, I would love to shove your face into here as I fucked you from behind,” the Prince spoke up casually, making the Avatar of Pride stutter momentarily in his thrusts. “She's taking you so well,” he purred, lowering his head back down as a shiver of excitement spread up her spine.
She was trying to speak around Lucifer's cock, but her begging was reduced to noises that he approved of from the way his grip on her head tightened and then shoved the last inch into her.mouth. He came hard from the erotic sight before him, practically dumping it straight into her stomach as her throat continued to swallow around him. Diavolo's chuckles teasing her skin as he pushed a second finger into her ass, spreading her out even more, before whispering against her glistening folds.
“Cum for us, princess.”
Pleasure wrecked her body. Her eyes rolled back in her head as Lucifer swiftly pulled his cock out of her mouth to let her breathe. Her hips bucked and writhed, making Diavolo push her back down against the bed with his free hand splayed over her abdomen, watching her with such a hungry gaze that she was liable to be turned into food. Not that the Avatar of Pride was going to leave her be after his climax, and started to pinch and pull harshly on her nipples as she came around to them.
“She's ready,” Diavolo announced, pulling his fingers out and cleaning them on a cloth roughly, Both Demons ignored her moans of complaint and instead started to sit her upright. Lucifer was nuzzling at her neck, helping her sit in the Prince's lap, and pushing her hips down to take all of his cock in her pussy. Diavolo moaned, rocking up into her instinctively, and captured Morgan's lips in a fierce kiss while his finger beckoned their other lover to join in.
The Prince chuckled to find Lucifer nipping at his neck, meeting him for a dominant kiss over Morgan's shoulder. She threw her head back, Lucifer was using the position to push his cock slowly into her ass. Her eyes were bugging out of her head, she had never felt so full of cock, both of them went on for miles and so wide as they made sure to make it nothing but ecstasy for her.
“Such a good girl,” the Prince moaned, feeling the other man through the thin membrane. “Taking both of us so well,” he purred.
“Thank you, sir,” she gasped, making the two men share a knowing look at her choice of words, before making her rock back and forth swiftly between them. It swiftly devolved into lusty moans and sweat, the slapping of hips against the other the only other sounds to be echoing in the room as it swiftly escalating in movements.
A loud scream ripped from her throat as teeth were sinking into her shoulders and breasts, the Demons no longer caring to not draw blood from her. Her back arching to allow them the access for their pleasure, begging them to keep pushing her limits between pain and pleasure as Diavolo slammed recklessly into her. He cried out loudly, muffled only slightly by the breast in her mouth as he pumped every drop of cum he had into her eager pussy. It filled her beyond capacity, as it started to leak out of her with the last thrusts and twitches he made in her.
Lucifer wasn't far behind, his fingers working their magic on her clit throughout the ordeal as she was seeing stars. Her second orgasm swift and fierce, before the Avatar of Pride finished their train off as her ass was convulsing around him for every drop he had. He grunted, staying in for only long enough that he finished dumping his cum in her, and slowly pulled out, smirking to see that even her ass couldn't quite hold everything she was given and a small spot laid underneath her where their cum met on the bedding.
Diavolo was careful as he began to pull out, aware of how sensitive she must be feeling since she had three climaxes in swift succession. He had an arm wrapped around her, pressing her against him before shuffling backwards to get off the bed and carried her straight to the bathroom for a cleanup.
“Mm,” she was nearly asleep, the bed cleared of any evidence of their fucking and now tucked up between the Demons. Her head was on Diavolo’s shoulder, with Lucifer behind her and stroking her hair.
“We should go home,” the Avatar of Pride declared. “We have school again tomorrow and you only have a bloodied shirt and ripped blazer.”
“Nonsense,” the Prince smiled. “She can wear a spare. And you can look up her size of clothing on Akuzon then get it delivered here for anything we don't have.”
A soft snore was the only response, both of the Demons looking down to find her exhausted from the day and smiling.
“True,” Lucifer admitted, reaching for his phone to place the order.
