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delphi-dreamin · 7 months

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The weather is cooling down in the Devildom, signaling the beginning of fall. It isn’t heralded by the leaves on the trees changing colors or pumpkin spice everything, but there are telltale signs. Like the warm takeout cup of poisoned apple cider between her gloved hands and the fluffy, burnt-orange sweater that Asmo begged her to wear to protect her fragile human body from the cold. She knew it was really because of the way the sweater reveals her shoulders, but she let him fuss over her before they went shopping.

Now, with a Majolish bag dangling from her elbow and cider in hand, she heads upstairs to get ready for her dinner date. Lucifer is still in his office working, so she lays her new sweater dress out on the bed and heads for the shower. She takes her time getting ready, showering, drying and styling her hair, and even applying some makeup. Finally, she slips into her new dress with a smile.

The plush fabric hugs her curves just right and the open lantern sleeves give it a lovely cold-shoulder effect. It’s warm, but no uncomfortably so, and she finds herself admiring how the deep red compliments her rosy complexion. Even through the thick turtleneck, she can see the pact mark on her throat glowing softly and she blushes, covering her face with her hands.

It’s silly, she thinks, getting so worked up over something as trivial as a new dress. But as she looks again, admiring the snug fit of the dress over her hips and the way her pact marks barely peek out from the hem, she feels another surge of pride rise in her chest.

She isn’t surprised when she feels warm hands slip around her waist and cool breath fan over her neck. Lucifer murmurs in her ear, “You look absolutely stunning, my darling. Is that a new dress?”

“It is,” she responds, smiling at his reflection in the mirror. “Do you like it?”

“It’s perfect, love,” Lucifer replies, and even through the reflection, she can feel the heat of his crimson gaze.

There was a time, in years past, when that look would have sent her running, or made her curl in on herself in fear. But now she sees it for what it really is – undisguised, unabashed lust. She preens under his gaze, her own pride and lust rising to match his.

“I need to put my shoes on and I’ll be ready to go,” she says, slipping delicately from his grasp to sit on the edge of the bed where a pair of black ankle boots wait.

She barely has time to sit down before Lucifer is kneeling at the edge of the bed between her knees. He looks up at her through thick, dark lashes and asks, “Let me help you?”

Delphi nods, feeling heat rise in her cheeks. She leans back and places one foot on his knee, expecting him to unzip the corresponding boot and slip it onto her foot. Instead, he lifts her foot in both hands and raises it to his lips, laying a delicate kiss on top. Her breath hitches at the gesture, her heart racing. But as much as she expects him to stop there, he doesn’t, kissing first her ankle, then up the inside of her leg until he reaches the hem of her dress. He pushes it up slightly, inhaling her scent deeply from her core. One of his hands wraps around her waist as he rises to look at her with pupils blown so wide his eyes look almost black.

“Lucifer,” she sighs, her own voice so thick it’s nearly foreign to her. “We’ll miss our reservation.”

“I know the owner, he’ll let us in,” he breathes in reply, surging up to meet her lips with his own.

The kiss takes her breath away, and she finds herself moaning into it, letting her every objection fall away until all that remains is the enormity, the unfathomable depth of the love between them. She can feel it in every movement, every brush of his lips against hers, every slide of his tongue, and every press of his gloved fingers into her plush flesh.

“Marry me.”

It takes a few moments for the words to process, her mind still reeling from the kiss.

“W-what?” Delphi stammers, blinking.

“I was going to wait until we went to dinner,” Lucifer explains, lifting a hand to brush a loose curl from her face. He smiles. “But for some reason when I’m with you, whatever plans I’ve made don’t mater anymore. So I’m asking you now, Delphi Hawke, will you marry me?”

Delphi gapes, her pulse roaring in her ears. She manages to get her thoughts in enough of a semblance of order to ask, “But what about the laws? Demons can’t marry humans.”

“Diavolo is going to make the announcement tomorrow,” Lucifer explains with a gentle smile. “I asked him to delay it so that I could have tonight to ask.”

“We can get married?” Delphi breathes, tears stinging the corners of her eyes.

“As of tomorrow, yes.”

She sits for a moment in disbelief, staring down through her tears at the demon between her knees. They’ve waited and worked so long for this, now that it’s in front of her, it doesn’t seem real. Her head is spinning.

“Love?” Lucifer asks, trailing his thumb along her lower lip.

“Sorry!” she exclaims, everything suddenly snapping back into focus. She finds herself nodding, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Yes! Yes! A thousand times, yes!”

She throws herself into his arms, laughing and crying as he picks her up and spins her around.

“I never imagined that I would ever feel happiness like this when we left the Celestial Realm,” Lucifer murmurs against her skin when he finally sets her back down on the bed. “My love, you have made me the happiest demon alive.”

“What a coincidence!” Delphi giggles. “You’ve made me the happiest human alive.”

My first entry for @love-and-lore 's Sweater collab!

I uh. I cried writing this. Just so y'all know. It dredged up a lot of old feelings from when my relationship first started, so this piece is very important to me. Hope you enjoyed!

Taglist: @sassykattery @bite-sized-devil @sparkbeast20 @kyungjoon-do @attic-club-sandwich @syren201 @yourboyhack @consolationblog @flemmingbamse

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me x oc #mc!delphi #delphi draws #Love & Lore Sweater Collab

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attic-club-sandwich · 1 year

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What Happens in the Locker Room...🧡

Moodboard request for @delphi-dreamin with her MC and Beel! I hope you like it, darling! 😘 Your locker room fic inspired me heavily to do this one and I couldn't resist. Beel has a soft spot in my heart. It was a tough call though, because I absolutely adore Simeon too hehe

#attic club besties #cass's moodboards #obey me beelzebub #mc!delphi #obey me moodboard #obey me

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luxthestrange · 1 year

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Incorrect quotes#718 Dangerous animal

Belph*In a safari hat peeking over the couch*The most dangerous animal in the Devildom...

Delphie & Deebub*Peek over couch next to him to see who he is talking about*

Mc*Chilling on the on another couch looking at their phone*

Belph: A violent creature filled with hateful thoughts and a lust for blood-Teeth like razors to suck the meat from your BONES*Looks at imp twins*

Delphie & Deebub*Both hug each other and jump at what he said*!!!

Belph: YES, when all is said and done...they are a killer*Points to Mc*

Delphie*Turns to look at Mc but squeaks*...Dad...I think we been spotted

Belph: WHAT-*looks up*

Mc*Looking down at the trio with an unimpressed look*

Belph:...*Grabbed the twins and runs away*

Deebub*Waves at you with a smile*Bye bye mc!

LILDS BE BACK AT IT AGAIN-

#obey me #obey me!#obey me mc #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me x gn!mc #obey me x gn!reader #obey me belphegor #belphegor x reader #belphegor x mc #obey me lild #obey me ocs #obey me delphie #obey me deebub #obey me fluff #obey me incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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bite-sized-devil · 2 years

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You're sitting beside Lucifer on the couch, his arm draped around your shoulders, watching some silly movie you'd chosen. You're only partially watching, mostly focused on a text chat with Asmo. He wanted your opinion on some clothes he was currently trying on in a dressing room. You giggle at his dramatic text, about to reply when you feel it. Soft fingers capturing some loose stands of your (h/c) hair that had fallen into your face. Those gentle fingers slowly drag across your skin to push the hair behind your ear. You look up to see Lucifer smiling softly at you, a tender look of love in his eyes. "I love seeing your beautiful smile" is all he says to explain his actions not that he needs to.

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ghoulfriendfangs · 2 years

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The Cuckening

I actually wrote this fic a while ago, for the Midsummer Masquerade! I was a little embarrassed to share it because it’s a very self indulgent, gross fic about my own oc, but like, fuck it you know?

For context: my oc Delphi had a relationship with Lucio before the events of the game, but it fell apart. This is an au set in this time.

{wc: ~3500} {dom!top!reader / bottom!sub!Delphi / bottom!sub!Lucio / reader x oc x canon / reader x Delphi x Lucio / cucking / anal / Delphi being a whore / bdsm / exhibitionism / there’s a lot going on in here ok / enjoy!}

You didn’t expect to make it into the Midsummer Masquerade. Unlike the January event, this one was not open to the public, but there were still many ways of getting in even if you didn’t make the vip list. You could write a letter asking for an invite, and hope to persuade the count. You could search the black market for a bootleg invitation. You could even show up uninvited and hope someone sees you and decides to make you their +1.

The hoops you had to jump through to get in mattered no longer. You were here now, and you were going to find something- or someone, fun to do.

You wandered through the ballroom, sticking towards the wall. You didn’t want to seem shy, but it was hard to penetrate through the crowds on the dance floor. Best to find a dance partner first.

But to your surprise, one found you first.

A hand grasped yours, and you turned to see an ornately dressed stranger. Their mask was that of a garden of flowers, in the approximate shape of a butterfly. It was made of porcelain, jewels, and even embedded gold. Their navy blue hair was pulled into a low ponytail, decorated with ribbons. They had a golden collar around their neck. Below that, their outfit was far less detailed, a silky red outfit that was draped over their body, dangerously loose, only connected by golden chains.

“You’re far too stunning to have come here alone. Tell me I’m dreaming.”

You snort, and you see a mortified look cross their scarlet eyes.

“That’s your best line?”

“I-I have more, that one was bad, let me think of-“

“I’ve heard actions speak louder than words.”

They grin, and pull you onto the dance floor. They reach for your hip, but before they can make it, you’ve placed your hands firmly on their exposed hips, through the slits in their cloth that leave their thighs exposed.

You hear their breath hitch.

You take the lead, keeping a firm grip on them as you dance. They put their arms on your shoulders, staring at you. It looks…

“You seem familiar, have we met before?”

They grin.

“These masks work wonders, don’t they? I’m sure you’ve seen me. I am the one and only Delphi Knox Gemütlich, I’m the best magician in Vesuvia. Perhaps you’ve heard of my potions? My prophecies? My family?”

“Oh, you’re the court magician.”

They simmer at that, rolling their eyes. “It’s just an, erm, just a gig. Really just doing it for my resume. Pay’s pretty great too, and I get to attend classy parties like this.”

“You’re the personal magician for the count, aren’t you? Isn’t it interesting, being so close to the count?”

“The count’s boring,” they yawn. You laugh.

“Really?”

“I’d rather hear what you think of him.”

You hum, considering your thoughts. To any other member of Vesuvian government, you’d sugarcoat your true feelings. But you felt you could be honest with Delphi.

“The count is… very handsome. I can see why so many attend this masquerade. But I don’t think he has much sense, I’m honestly… surprised he’s in charge.”

Delphi snorted with laughter, throwing their head back. “Oh man, you’re spot on. Are you sure you haven’t met him?”

“No. But I’d like to. At least, I thought I would. But now…”

You trace a hand absently over their lean stomach, and it seems to short circuit their brain. They shiver, biting their lip.

“Maybe I’ll pick you instead.”

They look excited, but also nervous.

“…what if you could have both?”

“You and the count?”

“I-I came down here to look for someone. Someone I found… exceedingly attractive, who could… satisfy me.”

“Is that so, little magician?”

The “little” in that name sends a shiver through their body, and it makes them clench their teeth. It’s an insult, they aren’t little. So why are they firming up between their thighs?

“It’s a bit out there, you’re welcome to deny, but… I want you to fuck me in front of the count.”

~~~

You didn’t expect to make it into the count’s bedroom so soon after entering the masquerade, or at all really, but here you were. Standing, as he looked you up and down as if evaluating you. He lingers on your hair, your chest, even shamelessly drifting his gaze to your crotch.

Then, when he glances at his own reflection in the mirror, you realize why. He’s jealous.

Why does the thought excite you? Is it because he’s the leader of this land, holding neigh infinite power… and yet you sexually intimidated him?

“So you’re the one Fifi picked out?”

“I mean, obviously.”

“…they made a good choice.”

“Fifi” was humming from the hallway, preparing a contraceptive spell while you and Lucio “got comfortable with each other.”

You relaxed on his bed. He shifted from side to side.

“I mean, you’re into this too, right?” You asked. Regardless of your opinion on the count, you weren’t about to fuck his partner on his own bed unless he was into that.

“You’d ask your count such a silly question?” He growled, as if trying to intimidate you. To see if your resolve could be easily shaken.

“Of COURSE I’m into it. I just… I don't really want just anybody railing my Fifi. I only want someone *almost* as good as me doin’ it.”

Maybe it’s the lightheaded and surreal atmosphere of the festival. Maybe it’s the fact you have an opportunity to emberass him. Maybe it’s the blood rushing to your dick and abandoning your brain.

“And what if I’m better than you?”

…oh shit.

…you’ve just insulted the count in his own bedroom.

He scowls at you, running through his hair with his deadly sharp claws.

“Has it crossed your mind that I am the count of this palace, that if I so wanted I could have you executed for disrespecting the throne?”

You had to think of something quick.

“I don’t think you’ll do that.”

“And why wouldn’t I?”

“Because…” you looked up and down his body, and found your answer.

“Because you have an erection.”

He frantically turned his cape to cover it.

“That is- that has nothing to do with anything! N-now you listen here you little-“

“Lucio! Are you playing nice?” Delphi hissed, closing the door behind them. Lucio jumped, “I-I am! I’m being very patient!”

“He threatened to have me executed.”

“I-I didn’t! I was just stating the fact that I could-“

Delphi wound their hand back and smacked his ass, causing him to make the most vulgar, offended expression.

“Behave, like you promised you would.”

Lucio crosses the room, flopping into the ornate and plush chair below his self portrait. Without asking for permission, he undoes his buckle, allowing his cock to bob out. You smugly point at it, and he looks like he might leap out at you before thinking better of it.

Delphi lies on the bed, spreading out for you in a seductive pose.

“Y’know, you’re welcome to do anything you like to me. I can take it.”

They emphasize the point by lifting their skirt and spreading their legs. Their holes are currently occupied by a plug in each, golden and with a red gem embedded in the base. Their t-dick is throbbing and wet, pushed up against the plug and practically begging for attention.

“Anything I’d like?”

They nod, looking at you with a desperate sort of impatience.

You glance at Lucio, who is seething.

“…do you have a preference where I fuck them?”

Delphi looks at you curiously, wondering where you’re going with this. Lucio opens his mouth to speak, but…

“I don’t really care what you think, actually.”

You grasp the plug in their pussy, firmly pulling it out. They let out a moan, but disappointingly they cover their mouth to suppress it. You’ll have to fix that.

You don’t really need foreplay. Delphi is dripping wet, and has lubed up on top of that. They’re already open from the wide toy. But it’s essential you do foreplay anyway, because it will tease them.

You start at their nipples, teasing them and pinching them. They squirm a bit, at one point trying to grind against your knee before you move it to tease them.

Without slowing, you glance back at Lucio, to see he’s squeezing his own nipples through his unbuttoned top, one at a time. He suspiciously stops just as you glance over. Looking at Delphi instead of meeting your gaze.

Delphi puts their hands on yours, trying to guide you towards their cock. You pull back entirely.

“Patience. You said I can do anything I want. I want to tease you first.”

They whine, “I’ve been waiting all night…”

“You can wait longer. Be good for me or I’ll smack you.”

That catches their attention, and they bite their lip.

“You wouldn’t smack the court magician in front of the-“

You cut them off with a smack to their arse. You hold back since it’s just the beginning, but not so much they don’t feel a sting.

“A-ah!l they jump.

“Too much?”

“I can take much more than that.”

You smile, returning to their red nipples. “He doesn’t train you, does he?“

They shake their head, watching your fingers at work.

“I can tell, you’re sorely in need of discipline.”

You glance back at the count, who this time doesn’t shy away. His gaze is stuck on you, and the red mark on their cheek. Fury, anger, and intrigue. He enjoyed seeing that, didn’t he?

“Is there anywhere you wouldn’t like to be punished?” You ask in a softer tone. “Don’t be shy, I don’t wanna hurt you too badly.”

They think about it a moment, but shake their head. “I like it,” they say confidently. “So do anywhere you like. Mark me up.”

Lucio says something under his breath, but you think you catch the word “harlot,” and Delphi shoots him a sleazy grin. “Make ‘em nice and visible, too.”

You push their head down so they’re on the bed, and order them to stay there. You trace a finger down their chest, their stomach, and to their pubic hair.

…then you finally start to stroke at their cock.

“Fuck, finally…” they mumble, closing their eyes.

“Eyes on me.”

They obey, licking their lips.

“…like what you see?”

“Hmm?” You play dumb.

“Y-you know… my… you know.”

“I don’t know.”

“My… cock and my…”

“This?” You start to finger them in tandem.

“Shit, fuck, yes. M-my whole body. A-am I hot enough?”

“Hmm…” you wager that they like being embarrassed, judging by this… entire situation, as well as their request to be marked, and reaction to being essentially called provacotive.

“Not sure yet. I’ll have to fuck you to get a good taste for you.”

“What!?” They sit up with a blush… but reward you with a twitch.

And you punish them with a hard smack to their cock.

“AH!” They quickly lie back down, but the feeling replays in their mind, the sting of your hand still on their pussy.

Now how can I get them to do that to me again?

“They liked that,” the count interrupts, almost in a surprised tone. “Didn’t know that…”

You nearly laugh. “You don’t know their kinks? No wonder you called me.”

“N-no, they didn’t know either, right Fi?”

They respond with a casual shrug.

“…do that again,” the count requests.

“Why? They’ve been good.” You continue to reward them by adding a third finger.

“Then, erm, Fi! Sit up again!”

“You’re not in charge right now, Louie.”

…

“I’ll do it again if you take off that top,” you offer.

“Wh-… why you… n-nobody talks to me that way,” he growls, while taking off his shirt.

You smack their crotch even harder, causing them to yelp and grab the sheets.

“Still like it?”

You nod.

“Good little… harlot,” you try your best not to laugh and to sound sexy while calling them that.

“Mmmnghhh…” they whimper. Guess it worked. You disrobe, their hungry eyes never leaving your body.

In fact, all eyes are on you as you pull out your cock, stroking it slowly as you crawl over Delphi.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I said anything, didn’t I?”

“Hey, wait I said you could fuck them, I didn’t say anything about kissing!!”

You ignore the count’s continued whining and wailing, kissing Delphi deeply as you slip your cock into them. They moan through your lips, wrapping their arms and legs around you. They were surprisingly intimate, clinging onto you like you were their air.

They were so warm, and so inviting. Every time you thrusted into them, they held you a little closer. Every time you moved your cock, you could feel the plug in their ass bulging against you, rubbing your cock tenderly.

You started to pick up the pace of your-

“A-ahh, fuck! Fuuck!”

They clenched around you, cumming already, grinding against your body. You leaned back to watch their cock twitch, seed spilling out and making a mess of their own pussy.

“Already?” You and Lucio both ask at the same time.

“Fifi, you gotta be kidding me,” Lucio teases.

They blush bright red, “I-It’s not my fault! It’s, it’s *yours!*” they say, turning to you, “I was all ready to go and you teased me a-anyway!”

This time, you decide to be a little meaner, and smack them on their face.

“Don’t complain so much.”

Their eyes are wide, they touch their cheek where you slapped them…

And they’re throbbing around your cock.

“Y-yes… m’bad.”

You start moving again, rewarding them by affectionately stroking their face.

“Now then, why’d you cum early?”

They bite their lip. “Cause you’re so hot.”

“Yeah, I bet he doesn’t fuck you enough, does he.”

They shake their head. “No, not nearly.”

“Mmm, poor little baby.”

They moan as you call them that, then have the audacity to claim, “I-I’m not… nnngh…”

“Poor little magician, doesn’t get played with enough… don’t worry, I’ll fix that. You’ll cum until you lose count tonight.”

“Mmmngh, yes please… m-make me…”

The room is filled with the sounds of you fucking into the court magician, the wet and rythmic percussion serving as background for their helpless little moans… punctuated by the Count’s jewelry clattering as he furiously pumps his own cock, watching you with the most hateful glare he could possibly manage.

You move to lie on top of them, pinning them to the bed. “Mmm… you certainly are hot. Nice and tight, such a good little pet.”

They shiver, enjoying your warmth. You move to their neck, harshly sucking at the skin of their throat, their collarbones, anywhere where you can leave evidence of your presence.

“Y-your cock,” they mewl.

You slow down a bit. “Speak up, baby.”

“Your cock is… s-so much bigger,” they whimper.

“Than his?”

Lucio mutters at you under his breath, and picks up the pace of his hand.

“U-uh-huh, so d-deep, hitting all the right spo- Ah! Right there! But even deeper! G-go harder!”

“Oh, poor little magician… he doesn’t fuck you this deep, does he?”

They shake their head, tears at the edges of their eyes, a deep and satisfied grin on their face. “N-no, ohh gods, y-you’re so good…”

You glance back at the count.

In the portrait behind him, he’s cool and reserved, calm and imposing. He’s dominating an entire battlefield, and yet frozen in etetheral beauty, face unblemished.

The real count’s face is contorted by strong emotions, lust and envy bringing a red stain to his face. His hair is disheveled and sweat sticks it to his forehead, his teeth are bared and he pants like the animal he is.

He’s close.

Delphi is close.

You’re close.

“Both of you,” you order, “I want you to cum with me.”

“I don’t take orders from you,” Lucio hisses.

“I know. But you’re going to do it anyway, aren’t you?”

“…” Lucio starts to pump his cock faster.

“Good boy.“

He shivers, covering his red cheeks.

You pick up the pace too, Delphi mumbling in a language you don’t recognize. Until that becomes too much for them too, and they devolve into vulgarly demanding you “pump their cunt full of cum,” among other extremely dirty demands.

You sit back, pulling them into your lap.

“Ah, I��m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m cumming, fuck!! Oh gods!! Yes!!!”

They seize up, their thighs trembling as they cum hard onto you, *squirting* onto your lap. They completely coat the sheets, mumbling to you as they come undone.

You glanced at the count, a line of semen dribbling from the tip of his cock, down each finger, and dripping on his expensive rug. Perfect, now it’ll match his sheets.

As Delphi is coming down from their own orgasm, you reach yourself. They gasp a bit gently as you fill them with your own seed, the warmth flooding their insides. You pull back… and they spread so it can dribble out of them.

They grin.

“Make him lick it up.”

Lucio looks at you… and it takes you a moment to realize. He’s waiting for *your* permission to eat out his Delphi.

“What are you waiting for?”

He kneels at the foot of the bed, and Delphi wiggles to him.

“You clean up, too,” you tell Delphi, pulling their hair. They immediately take you in their mouth, humming. They can be so good- when they want to be.

The three of you spend some time like this, moving at a slow pace so you and Delphi can recover. Finally, you pull them off, and they make a disappointed whimper.

Lucio stands, stroking his cock and reaching for his magician.

“What are you doing?” You ask with a sadistic little purr.

“I-I thought it was my turn next.”

“Turn? Who said you get a turn?” You laugh.

“Besides,“ Delphi shrugs, “bit of a let down after getting railed like that, isn’t it? I mean… what if you can’t satisfy me anymore, Louie?”

“I-I can! Fi, you said I was good!!”

“C’mon, we’re just teasing you.”

“O-oh…”

“Chin up, your highness.”

You grab Delphi’s plug, offering it to him. “If you can fit this, maybe I’ll fuck you next.”

His eyes widen, face turning red. He snatches it with his claw.

“You… you better not go back on this. And you better be as good as Fifi claims.”

He lies by the pillows, getting a more up-close view. You roll Delphi over (they pretend to wrestle you before giving in), and grab the plug in their ass.

Even before you pull, their eyes go big. They bite their lower lip.

“You look nervous. Have you done anal before?”

“I… I have. I’ve used lots of toys.”

“But not a real cock, huh?”

They shake their head. “You’ll be my first. I’m yours.”

“Mine? You say that like I’ll *own* you.”

They nod a bit, egging on more dirty talk as you start to remove the plug.

“Your ass is gonna be mine. I’ll be the first one to fuck you there. I’m gonna *claim* you, is that ok?”

“Y-yeah, I want, I want you to be my first!”

Lucio grits his teeth, digging his claws into a pillow so harshly it rips.

“Too late, milord. S’not my fault your partner’s still a virgin.”

“You… you’re lucky you make me so horny, or I’d have you hung at the gallows.”

“Oh Lucio… I make you horny?”

You gently push into Delphi, not wanting to hurt them their first time. And yet, the moan they practically yell out is *delicious.* Maybe it’s how overstimulated they are, maybe it’s how much warmer your cock is than the toys they use, or maybe it’s *you.*

They’re tight, so tight you’re not sure you could fit all the way in at first. But with time and perseverance, you manage to open them up to relax a bit more at a time, until-

“FUCK!!!”

They jump as you hit their prostate. At the same time, the count *whimpers* as he managed to fully insert the plug.

Looks like you’ve a long night planned.

…

Your two very satisfied subs are snuggled up to you, both leaving kisses wherever they can.

The count is unusually affectionate for someone who was threatening you earlier, but you suppose being fucked until one cried from overstimulation does that to a person.

And sweet Delphi, whose practically numb below the waist, is leaning into your hand as you massage their scalp. Honestly, you can’t believe how many rounds they lasted.

“H-hey, we uh…” the count clears his throat, the taste of you still coating his tongue. “We were wondering, you’re here for the whole masquerade right?”

“Can you come back tomorrow? And after that?” Delphi blurts out.

“You don’t even gotta stop after the masquerade… you can come anytime…”

“Hmm,” you ponder. The two of them give you the most longing puppy dog eyes.

“I don’t see why not.”

#the arcana #spicy #vesuviaafterdark #midsummer masquerade #Lucio #Delphi #delcio #top mc #top reader #dom mc #dom reader #sub Delphi #bottom Delphi #sub Lucio #bottom Lucio

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coldshrugs · 1 year

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“Wouldn’t want to miss an opportunity to look my best. Got to make an impression somehow.”

calypso delphi (they/them) by @sekaiouja

#calypso delphi #wayfarer mc #thank you so much nat!!!#coral giant of my heart!!!!#they look SO CUTE and i love their lil smile #the fancy lil braid T^T #and the deep cool color on all the shadows is so nice too aaaaa!!#blessed killypso

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jpriest85-blog · 2 years

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Finally gathered a picture of the It Lives trio of MCs. From the Choices games and @itlivesproject .

Introducing Left to right

Cassandra Xi from It Lives in the Woods, her name is a reference to the oracle Cassandra from the Iliad & Odyssey, and her surname Xi (spelled 羲 originally) is a reference to the Chinese cultural hero Fu Xi who is traditionally attributed with writing the I Ching (Book of Changes) text of divination. She became high-school sweethearts with Andy Kang and managed to save everyone. She's been trying to find a way to help Noah.

Yusef Vance from It Lives Beneath, his name is a reference to Joseph from the Book of Genesis who could interpret dreams (also in honor of his late grandmother Josephine), he fell in love with Tom, managed to keep his friends and grandfather alive. He also proved to take after his grandmother Josephine by pulling himself out of the lake and killing Richard after the SOB tried to murder him.

Phillipa "Pippa" Delphi from @itlivesproject It Lives Within. Her name is a reference to the unnamed woman in Phillippi possessed by a Spirit of Divination and was excorsised by St.Paul in the Acts of the Apostles, her surname Delphi is of course a reference to Delphi and the oracles of Apollo. Haven't gotten very far in the fan game yet so we'll see how things play out for Pippa.

#Pippa #it lives series #choices stories you play #it lives project #Cassandra Xi #Yusef Vance #Phillipa Delphi #of course I name all my MCs in reference to oracles and divination #because I'm a big literature nerd #and I want to keep the theme going

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midnight-vixn · 1 year

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you might have already done something like this but what about the brothers reacting to an exhibitionist mc? love your writing and your blog xx

Hi hi!! Ty! I haven’t done something like this yet actually! I’m doing this as a reverse of my other two exhibition posts with the underwear/sweatpants thing, if you meant like real exhibition (sex) just let me know🥰 @delphi-dreamin I think you pitched this idea on one of my posts💋

Lucifer will gently scold you in front of his brothers. Asking nicely for you to change or cover up, maybe even covering you with his jacket if lesser demons are staring too much in public. This is your own funeral though because the minute he has you alone, he’s marking you as his. Fingers lightly brushing every inch of exposed skin before ripping your clothes off to tear into you.

Mammon can’t figure out what to do. Part of him wants to cover you up and hide you away, only he should be allowed to see you like that! The other part wants to sit and stare at what’s in front of him, it doesn’t matter if you’re wearing revealing clothes, your underwear and a big shirt, or he just caught you out of the shower, he’s hard instantly and stuttering through his words.

Leviathan may be shy but we all know he’s a little perv. He’ll blush the minute you show any type of skin, but he’s not turning away. If you’re distracted talking to someone then his eyes are glued to your body and trying desperately to see the outline of your sex. If you sit down to talk to him, then he’s hoping you don’t notice the massive bulge in his pants or the way he’s been subtly palming himself this whole time.

Satan lets his eyes and imagination run wild. He takes in every curve and dip of your body that you’ve put on display. He studies you each time you show off, hoping to thread the images together in his mind to complete the whole picture and help himself get off later. Confront him about his sudden boner and he’ll go red instantly and excuse himself without answering.

Asmodeus is all for it! He adores watching you walk around in shorts that are too short or pants that are a bit too tight. In fact, he’ll probably join you and then want to take pictures together, he can not keep his hands to himself. He has zero shame and will stare at your ass/crotch all day long, he’ll compliment the way you look and offer some assistance in peeling you out of those clothes later~

Beelzebub feels his face heat up immediately. He tries to be respectful but how is he supposed to look away when he just walked in on you in nothing but a towel? You look so relaxed and refreshed, he can’t help but watch the water droplet that slides down your chest eventually going where his eyes can’t follow. He forgets what he originally came here for, but knows what he wants now.

Belphegor is another little perv but he’ll take direct action. Wearing shorts that are far too short? He’ll grab onto the exposed flesh and let his fingers slip under the material. Wearing a skirt or sweatpants with nothing underneath? He’s pressed up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and sliding one hand down to play with your sex. He’s even been known to start playing with himself while he stares at your body, just his way of teasing you back.

#obey me smut #midnight thirsts #obey me lucifer smut #obey me beelzebub smut #obey me mammon smut #obey me satan smut #obey me leviathan smut #obey me asmo smut #obey me belphegor smut

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mcx7demonbros · 1 year

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Lucifer x GN!MC

Suggestive language below

The demon of Pride does not let you rest. You feel exhausted. After all, you are only a mortal with frailty human nature. A part of you begin to look forward to seeing the sun so that you will get the rest he promised you. You don’t know how long has passed but you think you should see the break of dawn at any moment now.

“Are you looking forward to see the sun, love?” You hear Lucifer whispers to your ears. You are not sure how he could understand what you are thinking.

You want to answer him, but your throat all sore & aching from the screams and moans you made throughout the night. Even all your body feels numb from pleasure at this point.

“Don’t wait for the sun and focus on me only, my love. For the sun never rises in the Devildom. And there are only two of us sharing this intimate moment in the eternal darkness.”

You try to speak but no audible word comes out from your mouth. Lucifer chuckles and whispers to your ear.

“To think you’re so easily deceived by such a simple lie. Next time, don’t trust a demon’s words so easily, love.” When the whisper ends is when he goes rougher with you.

Author’s words

There’s no sun in the Devildom and he said he would fuck us to the break of dawn. Basically, he was lying.

Tag. @sparkbeast20 @crazyyanderefangirlfan @delphi-dreamin @bite-sized-devil

#obey me #omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me x reader #obey me suggestive #klein’s naughty time

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nami-moittli · 7 months

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I figured that I should probably share who’s everyone’s godly parent in the pjo x twst AU

This is something that both me and a friend worked on to decide, so here it is!

There are a few minor gods chosen, so I’ll explain:

Philotes is the goddess of friendship and affection and is a daughter of Nyx (and possibly Erebos)

Tyche is the goddess of fortune, chance, providence and fate

Keto is the goddess of dangers of the sea and sea monsters

Hecate is the goddess of magic, witchcraft, the night, moon ghosts and necromancy (Note that Sebek would probably be a legacy in this AU)

Hypnos is the god of sleep and he is the twin brother of Thanatos and son of Nyx

If you’re wondering who the MC is, then Yuu is the Oracle of Delphi. Grim is… a monster, who knows?

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delphi-dreamin · 2 months

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The Eighth Pact

Seir finally convinces Delphi to make a pact with him.

Characters: OC!Seir, MC!Delphi, Beelzebub

Relationships: Seir x Delphi x Beel

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, threesome, public sex, fingering (f receiving), PIV, oral (f receiving)

Notes: I've been working on this for a while and couldn't work out an ending, so...it's a bit unfinished. But I'm in love with this ficlet. I'm in love with the dynamics. And I hope y'all enjoy it too!

Delphi yawns, watching the Fangol team filter out of the locker room. She’d been waiting outside for half an hour, on top of practice running long. If she checks her D.D.D., she knows she’ll see that she’s missed dinner, and probably her movie night with Mammon, too. But during the season, everyone knows that she’ll be watching Beel most nights anyway. They may have saved her a plate, but more than likely, she’d have to pick up something with Beel on their way home.

The first few of Beel’s teammates to leave the locker room had smiled at her, given her little waves. By now, they were used to her waiting for him after practice. Some of them had said a quick hello before heading off to their own dinners. As it got later, the warm smiles had taken on a cast of pity. They knew as well as she did that Beel would be the last one out of the locker room. He always is. And she just had to sit and wait.

Finally, one of the last few of the team leaves. He almost looks past her, but she catches his attention with another yawn.

“You can go in if you want, Delphi,” the tall demon tells her. “It’s just Seir and Beel left in there.”

“Thanks,” she smiles, adjusting her bag on her shoulder and heading for the door.

The usual wall of steam hits her when she enters, and she takes a moment to adjust to the thickness of the air. After a few seconds, Delphi makes her way to Beel’s locker to drop her bag and wait. The actual locker room is empty, meaning that Beel and Seir are both still in the showers, so she finds a seat on a bench and gets out her D.D.D. to check her messages.

Boo💋: Delphi, dear! I saved you a plate from dinner!

Me: You’re my hero, Asmo!

Boo💋: Aww, you’re so cute!

Boo💋: You can come to my room when you get home to thank me properly ♡

She’s typing out her reply when she hears footsteps approaching from the back of the room. Looking up, she expects to see Beel walking into the room. Instead, Seir is padding toward her, stark naked and attempting to towel dry his long hair. She feels her face go hot and tries to look back down at her messages, but piercing sea-glass eyes catch hers before she can.

“Delphi?”

“H-Hey, Seir!” Delphi greets him, voice high and breaking as she attempts to look anywhere but at him. She finally settles on her shoes, covering her mouth with her hand.

She hears him pad to his own locker, hears the towel drop onto the bench, hears Seir sit down himself. She risks taking a peek, blushing furiously when she sees him watching her. He’s leaned back on his elbows straddling the bench, head tilted slightly with water dripping from his red locks, observing her reddening cheeks with a smirk.

“Y’know, you never did answer my question yesterday,” the demon says, his eyes never leaving Delphi’s as he spreads his legs the tiniest bit wider.

“Q-Question?” Delphi stammers. She only vaguely remembers speaking with Seir the day before, and definitely doesn’t remember what about. And how could she with his dick hanging out like that?

With a cat-like grin, he rises from the bench and stalks over to her like a predator on the hunt. He stands over her, arms crossed over his muscular chest, looking down with one brow raised.

Seir leans down, his face nearly touching hers, and murmurs, “Would you consider a pact with me?”

Delphi’s heart hammers in her chest. His warm breath tickles the tiny hairs on her face and makes her skin feel hot all over. Her eyelids flutter closed and she takes in his heady scent, remembering only distantly that this is part of his power.

“Maybe,” she breathes, corners of her mouth turning up in a smile. “I think I’d like that.”

When she opens her eyes again, she’s met with the color of sea glass, glinting under the fluorescent lights. Seir grins, taking her face in his hands.

“I am Seir, traveler between worlds and finder of hidden things. I pledge myself to you, Delphi, that we may be bound by an unbreakable pact. This I swear to you on my name as well as the blood that runs through my veins.”

A familiar warmth floods Delphi’s senses as the power of the pact washes over her. It isn’t as intense as the Avatars’. Seir’s power isn’t nearly as great as theirs. But the sensation is the same.

She stills, feeling him tug her to him, his lips meeting hers in a tentative kiss. It’s softer than she expected from him. He’s spent weeks teasing her, pestering her for a pact, deliberately trying to make Lucifer or Beel or Asmo jealous. And now he’s hesitant?

She wraps her arms around his neck, letting him pick her up from her seat on the bench and wrapping her legs around his waist. The warmth she feels from his oath spreads as he sits down and pulls her into his lap. She rolls her hips, smirking when she feels him buck up into her.

Delphi pulls back, still smirking. “You’re not getting shy on me now, are you, Seir?”

She feels the growl rumble in his chest before she hears it, hears the buttons of her uniform shirt hit the floor before she realizes that he’s ripped it off of her. The burn of hellfire sears across her ribs as he presses his palms to her sides, pulling her in for another kiss. This one is heated and desperate, full of teeth and tongues and shared breaths that make her head go fuzzy.

“Delphi?”

She breaks the kiss, turning to look for the voice that had called out to her with a smile. She holds out a hand to Beel as he approaches. He takes it gently in his, leaning down just enough to kiss her palm.

“Come here, Beel,” she croons, tugging his arm until he sits behind her, large hands coming to rest on her hips.

“What’s going on?” the Avatar of Gluttony rumbles, nuzzling into her neck possessively.

Delphi giggles, shivering at his damp skin on hers. She pulls the tatters of her shirt aside, revealing the newest sigil burned in black on her skin. “Seir finally convinced me to make a pact with him.”

“Is that right?” Beel hums, nibbling at her shoulder. He gently pries her from Seir’s lap, pulling her onto his and wrapping his arms around her waist. “Does Seir think he can handle being your pact demon, little one?”

“Why don’t you ask him, Bub?” Delphi suggests, hooking her legs over Beel’s knees with a grin. She rests her head back against his chest, her gaze fixed on the blushing demon across from her.

Beel chuckles darkly, bringing one hand up to her throat and the other to the soft flesh of her inner thigh, his fingers trailing up beneath her skirt. He looks to his teammate with a wry smile. “What do you think, Seir? Think you can handle it?”

Seir swallows thickly, watching as Beel’s fingers rub lightly over the growing wet spot in her underwear, his grasp tightening ever so slightly on her delicate throat. He continues to watch as Delphi reaches up with one hand, threading her narrow fingers through ginger locks, her breath coming in shallower and her face flushing. She reaches out to him with the other, taking his wrist when he offers it and bringing his hand to her chest.

“You can handle it, can’t you Seir?” she breathes, her eyes fluttering closed as her newest pact mate dips nimble fingers under her bra to roll one hard nipple between them. She groans deeply as he does, grinding into Beel’s hand as hard as she can with him gripping her throat.

Seir watches, fascinated, as Beel pushes her soaked panties to the side and runs one thick finger through her glistening folds. He bites his lip as the digit plunges deep within her, disappearing down to the knuckle. She whimpers at the intrusion, canting her hips to every movement Beel makes and Seir finds himself unable to look away.

“Open your eyes, little one,” Beel murmurs into her ear, still grinning at his teammate. “Let him see your face.”

Delphi does as she’s told, meeting Seir’s lust-filled gaze with a smile. She continues to stare into his eyes as Beel’s grip on her throat tightens and he adds a second finger alongside his first, curling them both into her sensitive spots repeatedly. Her head spins and she feels her coil tightening almost unbearably, wanting but unable to whimper and moan into the sensations.

She finally feels the coil snap and hot ecstasy flood her senses as Beel continues to pump his fingers into her in time with the jerking of her hips. Tears fall from the corners of her violet eyes as she tries to cry out but can’t, her vision going dark at the edges instead. Slick coats Beel’s hand as Delphi comes down from her high, loosening his grip on her neck slowly until she’s breathing easily against his chest.

“Think you can keep going, sweetheart?” Beel asks, gently kneading her thigh with one massive hand.

She smiles up at him, nodding. “I’m fine, Beel. You know I can take more than that.”

The Avatar of Gluttony chuckles, “I had to check.”

“So, what do you think, Bub? Think Seir deserves a turn?” Delphi muses, leaning forward to stroke the demon’s cheek lightly. He trembles under her touch, fully shaking as she trails her hand down his neck and chest. She can see how ragged his breath is, can feel him rising up to meet her hand as her fingers brush his flushed skin.

“Delphi, I-“

She smiles, extricating herself from Beel’s grasp and gingerly climbing into Seir’s lap, her hands on his freckled shoulders. Beel takes her hips to steady her, lowering her gently onto Seir’s leaking tip with a deep growl. It’s the same growl he uses when his brothers get a little too close in his presence and Delphi can’t help the shiver it sends through her.

Beel lowers her down until she’s sitting with her hips flush against Seir’s, letting her rest there until she begins to squirm and whine. He lifts her again, shifting his grasp under her ass, until only Seir’s swollen tip remains in her, then drops her back down hard enough for her to cry out. Seir groans, leaning back on his elbows to allow Beel to move Delphi more freely. And Beel does.

Holding her legs apart, Beel slides her up and down his teammate’s cock, savoring both of their moans with a smug grin. He sets a languorous pace, not seeming to hear Delphi as she babbles and begs him to go faster. She may think she knows what she wants, but he knows her body better than that.

She cries out with every hard slam back down into Seir’s lap, her nails digging into his pale skin and leaving little red crescents behind. Seir responds in kind, his hands coming up to fist themselves in her pink curls. He pulls her down into a kiss, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth and biting just as Beel slams her down again.

The sob that escapes her throat as she tightens around him is mind-numbing, and he can’t stop himself from bucking up into her and filling her as she spasms around him. The tears running down her cheeks are salty and warm as they reach the corners of his lips, and he kisses them away without a second thought.

The hands holding her ass tighten, then Beel lifts her up and settles her back on his lap. She whimpers at the sudden feeling of emptiness, her hips jerking as she clenches around nothing. A white puddle grows on the silver bench below her, and Seir watches the viscous liquid drip from her with parted lips.

“Fuck,” he breathes, watching as Beel spreads her legs and more cloudy white oozes from her drenched folds.

She sees his eyes go dark, then he transforms in front of her. Beautiful red wings spread out behind him, and a bleached-white skull materializes over his lovely face. She can’t tell exactly what kind of skull it is, but it’s larger than a deer’s and his eyes glow within the orbits. She watches with her jaw on the floor as he slowly removes the skull and looks at her with those smoldering eyes. Behind her, she can feel the air shift as Beel transforms as well, a low buzzing filling the air as he adjusts his insectoid wings.

“Are you gonna clean up your mess?” Beel growls to Seir, the power behind his words sending a shiver up Delphi’s spine.

Without a word, Seir bends forward, jaw slack, and glides his tongue through the small puddle on the bench. Delphi watches his eyes roll back and his lids flutter as his lips close in a satisfied smile. He swallows, then his brilliant turquoise eyes are opening again to fix her with his glowing gaze.

She watches his mouth fall open again, his forked tongue slipping between her folds to lap up the milky liquid still oozing from her. Her hips buck involuntarily, but he holds her in place with a nearly bruising grip, his eyes never leaving hers. She whimpers at the contact, his hot breath and pierced tongue just too much on her already frazzled nerves.

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attic-club-sandwich · 9 months

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The Flames of Our Love

Delphi x Dabi moodboard request for @delphi-dreamin! 💖 I really hope you like it! This ended up being pretty challenging because the website I usually get my pics from is just...gone? lol So that was fun. I had to get creative, but I really adore how this turned out!! Thanks for requesting from me again, darling!

#cass's moodboards #mc!delphi #mha dabi #dabi todoroki #my moodboards #not obey me #attic club besties

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sassykattery · 2 years

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Antithesis

Well, this was kind of my idea, kind of requested by @delphi-dreamin and @eternallydaydreaming2015. So here it is.

Prompt: Imagine your f/o sending you nudes while you're at work/school to rile you up.

Pairing: MephistophelesxGN! Reader

CW: nudity, sending nudes. Graphic description of sexual situations: m! receiving oral

Characters: Mephistopheles, MC="You", Mammon

Ageless and minors DNI

18+only

During potions class, your D.D.D. had buzzed, and upon looking at the lock screen, you discovered Mephistopheles had texted you; the message saying "Image" as your only indication of what he sent. Curious, you hid it under the table and looked at what he sent you.

But then it buzzed again. The text preview showed "Image" again from him, and though you had a feeling you shouldn't look, curiosity got the better of you. Keeping it under the table, you looked again and this time your eyes bugged out as he was completely nude, his large hand being the only thing covering his nether region, and even then, you could see enough to flush even harder.

You blinked several times and swallowed thickly as you looked upon a mirror selfie with his shirtless form, towel hung low around his hips. His hair was damp as it lay across his forehead. Immediately, your face started to burn but you tried to maintain composure as you locked the device without replying, hoping it could wait until after class.

As you stared upon the photo, he texted again.

Mephistopheles: Like what you see?

You wanted to tell him no. You wanted him to stop the torture. Though you two were intimate, there were still moments of slight animosity. For how cold and condescending he could be, and for you being just a human, but making his heart twist like no other being could. He often did this to you when he wanted your attention but wouldn't say as much.

You: Maybe.

Mephistopheles: Maybe you don't want this dick later.

You: You're right, maybe I don't.

Just then, your device buzzed once more after you had locked it. Tried as you might to focus on class, you had to know what he said. Looking down, it was another image. Opening it with such speed, still under the table, you saw another mirror selfie of him holding his very hard and thick cock in his hand. It was enough to make you salivate. Another message appeared under it.

Mephistopheles: You sure?

A whine formed in your throat but never became fully vocalized.

"Hey."

You nearly jumped out of your skin, bumping your knee into the table as you jolted and locked your device out of muscle memory.

"Geez, sorry. Why ya so jumpy? And why do ya look like that?" Mammon asked.

"That's rude," you pointed out, trying to calm your racing heart rate. The second born stood in front of your table with his hands on his hips.

"I just wanted to ask ya if you did the homework for hexes and curses," he stated.

Standing, you gathered your things as people started leaving. You wondered when the professor dismissed class but elected to ignore that for now.

"I did but I'm not giving it to you," you retorted.

Mammon whined and pleaded, "C'mon! Help your first man out, please?"

You rolled your eyes and pulled out your homework. "Only if you keep anyone from bugging me during lunch. I have some things to do and I want to be undisturbed," you replied.

"Deal," Mammon stated, swiping the pages. You walked off before he could think too hard about what he agreed to and why you wanted to be alone.

Once you found the restroom, and locked yourself in a stall, you opened your D.D.D. again.

You: I'm sure.

Mephistopheles: Last chance...

Another image popped up, and this time he was lying in bed with his fist wrapped around his cock, precum dripping from the head. Your knees buckled slightly as the weight of your arousal pooled in your abdomen.

You: You're so mean.

Mephistopheles: It's yours if you come over right now.

You'd never left RAD so quickly, and imagine the look on Mephisto's face when you threw yourself into his bedroom exactly ten minutes later, panting and heaving.

He was still laying in his luxurious bed, stroking his cock. Propping himself up on his elbows, smirked at you.

"Hmph, guess you did want it?" Mephisto purred to you.

"Shut up," you rasped, throwing off an article of clothing with every step you took toward his bed. His smirk deepened.

Once completely bare, you drug yourself up onto his lap and nestled yourself between his legs to immediately take his length into your mouth. He hissed and bucked his hips.

"Stupid human," he grunted, his hand laid upon your scalp as he watched you bobbing your head.

Popping off of his cock, you mumbled back, "Dumb demon." He smirked again.

"But you– ahhh ha, you love me," he groaned as you began sucking on the head, rolling your tongue around.

You moaned in agreement and kept pleasing him with your mouth, and eventually you added your hand to stroke the rest of the length you couldn't take. He was rolling his hips with pleasure, his pretty moans falling from his lips. He fisted the sheets, twisting as you brought him closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, you're going to-" he grunted out but stopped as he gave a sharp buck upwards into your face. He looked down at you and saw your pleading eyes trained on his. His brows furrowed as he focused on you, grabbing your head to push it down as he fucked into your mouth. After a few thrusts, he stilled as his cum shot out down your throat, which you gulped down greedily.

He pulled out of your mouth and you sat up, looking rather exhausted. With little warning, he shot forward and pushed you onto your back.

"You did good, little human. It's my turn to please you now," he murmured. His hand trailed down toward your sex, stimulating it with his fingers. "You have no idea what you do to me, and I hate it, but I can't stop myself."

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