He Shouldn't Be At The Club He Should Be At Home Pregnant With Twins

he shouldn't be at the club he should be at home pregnant with twins

White Mustang

Featuring - Mammon x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Car/drunk sex, Oral Sex F!Receiving, Biting, Slightly Possessive Mammon, Overstimulation

Rating - Explicit

Song choice - White Mustang (Lana Del Rey)

A/N - I’m literally so excited I couldn’t help myself, I hope you all enjoy the first installment of my Kinktober Listing, the next will be posted October 3rd!

Deep Indigo night always enveloped the Devildom sky, city-lights and twinkling stars illuminating the streets beautifully. Mammon’s free-hand rested on your thigh as you gazed out of the passenger-seat window.

Car rides like this were always enjoyable with him, 90’s R&B softly playing from the radio, the finest whiskey the Devildom had to offer, and the scent of his cologne flowing through the air; leather, smooth amber, and vanilla liqueur—a scent you grew to love.

City-lights grew dull as he turned and parked into an empty lot, flashing city-lights being replaced with the outdoor post lights that gently illuminated the dark parking lot.

The sight of Mammon being softly highlighted by the dim post lights, he looked beautiful—arguably more than the Devildom night.

‘Want another?’ his words cut through the silence as he offered you another glass of whiskey, a simple nod was all he needed to grab your glass and pour you another one.

—

Your thoughts were a drunken haze as Mammon tore through your clothes from the backseat, kneeling between your thighs as your legs rested over his shoulders. Peppering soft greedy kisses along the inside of your plush thighs, tearing faint cries from you as he worked his way towards your heat.

Mammon paused before staring up at you through deep hooded eyes laced with greed, waiting for a silent confirmation—the light nod you gave was all he needed before biting and sucking a hickey into your inner thigh, kissing over the bruise and placing another on the opposing thigh. Relishing every pleasured gasp you let out as he sloppily marked your body as his.

“Mine, all mine..” he murmured between sloppy kisses and rough bites, his words ringing in your ears as he finally met your heat.

“All yours, Baby, all yours.” you reassured, reaching down to stroke his snowy locks from between your thighs—tightening your grip and pulling him closer as he licked a greedily line along the length of your cunt, softly groaning at the taste of your slick.

Mammon didn’t waste any time, spreading your folds and dipping his tongue into your heat, kneading soft circles into your thigh as he kept it from closing in on him, letting out faint curses at the feeling of you scratching and tugging at his scalp.

Your head buzzed from the overstimulation; the vibrations of his voice leading from your cunt to your core, his nose nudging and teasing your sensitive clit, the sound of his greedy slurping and your high-pitched moans, that daunting knot in your lower stomach threatening to snap—it was all too much for your drunken mind.

Your quivering legs and screams of utter pleasure were all tell-tale signs Mammon knew all too well of, “C’mon, Treasure, ruin yourself for me.” His voice was low as he replaced his tongue with two of his slender fingers.

You could feel that devilish smirk he always wore as he directed his pointed tongue towards your aching clit, flicking the sensitive bud as he urged you to cum.

Your voice was a coarse high-pitched moan of his name as you came, giving his chin and car seats a pearly coating of your cum and his saliva.

“That’s my girl”, he looked up to meet your glossy half-lidded eyes, giving your quivering thighs a gentle squeeze before returning his greedy tongue to your overly sensitive cunt, cleaning up the sweet mess he made of you.

Other Kinktober 24’ Works

White Mustang

Featuring - Mammon x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Car/drunk sex, Oral Sex F!Receiving, Biting, Slightly Possessive Mammon, Overstimulation

Rating - Explicit

Song choice - White Mustang (Lana Del Rey)

A/N - I’m literally so excited I couldn’t help myself, I hope you all enjoy the first installment of my Kinktober Listing, the next will be posted October 3rd!

Deep Indigo night always enveloped the Devildom sky, city-lights and twinkling stars illuminating the streets beautifully. Mammon’s free-hand rested on your thigh as you gazed out of the passenger-seat window.

Car rides like this were always enjoyable with him, 90’s R&B softly playing from the radio, the finest whiskey the Devildom had to offer, and the scent of his cologne flowing through the air; leather, smooth amber, and vanilla liqueur—a scent you grew to love.

City-lights grew dull as he turned and parked into an empty lot, flashing city-lights being replaced with the outdoor post lights that gently illuminated the dark parking lot.

The sight of Mammon being softly highlighted by the dim post lights, he looked beautiful—arguably more than the Devildom night.

‘Want another?’ his words cut through the silence as he offered you another glass of whiskey, a simple nod was all he needed to grab your glass and pour you another one.

—

Your thoughts were a drunken haze as Mammon tore through your clothes from the backseat, kneeling between your thighs as your legs rested over his shoulders. Peppering soft greedy kisses along the inside of your plush thighs, tearing faint cries from you as he worked his way towards your heat.

Mammon paused before staring up at you through deep hooded eyes laced with greed, waiting for a silent confirmation—the light nod you gave was all he needed before biting and sucking a hickey into your inner thigh, kissing over the bruise and placing another on the opposing thigh. Relishing every pleasured gasp you let out as he sloppily marked your body as his.

“Mine, all mine..” he murmured between sloppy kisses and rough bites, his words ringing in your ears as he finally met your heat.

“All yours, Baby, all yours.” you reassured, reaching down to stroke his snowy locks from between your thighs—tightening your grip and pulling him closer as he licked a greedily line along the length of your cunt, softly groaning at the taste of your slick.

Mammon didn’t waste any time, spreading your folds and dipping his tongue into your heat, kneading soft circles into your thigh as he kept it from closing in on him, letting out faint curses at the feeling of you scratching and tugging at his scalp.

Your head buzzed from the overstimulation; the vibrations of his voice leading from your cunt to your core, his nose nudging and teasing your sensitive clit, the sound of his greedy slurping and your high-pitched moans, that daunting knot in your lower stomach threatening to snap—it was all too much for your drunken mind.

Your quivering legs and screams of utter pleasure were all tell-tale signs Mammon knew all too well of, “C’mon, Treasure, ruin yourself for me.” His voice was low as he replaced his tongue with two of his slender fingers.

You could feel that devilish smirk he always wore as he directed his pointed tongue towards your aching clit, flicking the sensitive bud as he urged you to cum.

Your voice was a coarse high-pitched moan of his name as you came, giving his chin and car seats a pearly coating of your cum and his saliva.

“That’s my girl”, he looked up to meet your glossy half-lidded eyes, giving your quivering thighs a gentle squeeze before returning his greedy tongue to your overly sensitive cunt, cleaning up the sweet mess he made of you.

Other Kinktober 24’ Works

Birthday Wishes

Featuring - Yamato x GN!Reader

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - Sub!Yamato, Oral (m receiving), Marking/Biting, Slight Praise

A/N - I had to make a quick lil something for my fav underrated princess’s belated birthday, will definitely be pouring a glass for him later (as if I haven’t already) !!!

You couldn’t help but greedily swallow every whiny groan and whimper Yamato let out as you grinded against him.

The taste of whiskey lingered on his tongue, smooth, woody, sweet—the addictive flavor stuck to your tongue as it danced around his before pulling away.

Dim room lights highlighted him beneath you perfectly; blown-out eyes fluttering softly as they scanned your face, adorably flushed cheeks, rubied kiss-swollen lips parted as he caught his breath, bare chest gently heaving with every breath he took.

He looked sinfully beautiful, your hand reached out, cupping his cheek before swiping your thumb across his bottom lip with a gentle smile, admiring the sight before you. Leading your hand up the side of his face, tangling it in his messy locks before pulling his head back to further expose his neck.

Yamato couldn’t help but hiss through gritted teeth at the quick motion, tightening the grip he holds on your hips.

You leaned in closer to him, placing a single kiss on the side of his neck and softly whispering “Don’t worry, I’ll make it as painless as possible, Baby.” before biting into the flesh and sucking a purplish-red hickey in its wake.

Slowly working your way down his body, whispering sweet nothings as you left love-bites and hickeys on every inch of exposed skin you could reach on your way down—cherishing every flinch, groan, and sweet whimper that fell from his lips.

Finally making it down his torso, placing one last kiss below his navel before meeting his eyes once more, admiring the reddish flush that went from the tip of his ears to his chest, then trailing your eyes down his body to admire your work.

“Got any birthday wishes, Love? I wanna’ make tonight all about you.” You said, propping yourself between his legs as you toyed with the waistband of his underwear.

“J-just be gentle, please..” His voice was soft with a pleading tone to it as he stared down at you through half-lidded eyes.

You couldn’t help but grin at his words before replying, “Whatever you say, Birthday Boy.”

—

Hazed black eyes locked on you below him, what felt like hours in his clouded mind was in reality minutes—minutes that felt like they went on forever as you teased his drooling cock around your soft lips.

Letting out elongated moans around him to feel him writhe and jolt beneath you, to hear his weak breathless groans from the sudden stimulation; pulling away from him just to bite and suck another hickey into his inner thigh whenever he got close to cumming.

His soft pleas for release between sweet moans and gasps as you returned a hand to his leaky cock were to die for, swiping your thump across the pearly bead of precum pooling on his tip before hastening your strokes.

“Don’t worry, Baby. ‘M almost done”, You softly coo, leaning in and swirling your tongue around his slit before taking him back into your mouth—kneeding your freehand into his upper thigh as you bob your head along his length, resting your tongue flush against the veins that rest on the underside of his cock.

Feeling his muscular thigh tense up in your palm as his soft pleas become helpless babbles and curses of how close he is, breathy moans into choked out ones filled with desperation.

“‘M close..so close, I p-promise to be good, p-please just let me-“ his babbles cut off by the feeling of your fingers tapping against his tensed thigh, a silent gesture he’s been waiting for what felt like an eternity.

One of Yamato’s hands soon found home settled on the back of your head as he guided you up and down his shaft, pushing you just a bit further down to feel your shocked moans as you lightly gag around him.

“J-just like that, fuck- your doing soo good, baby” his praise was riddled with the tone of lust and desperation as his breath hitched, muscles tensed, brows furrowed, and the grip on the back of your head tightening as he came.

Sweet, bitter, oddly woody, a taste you’ve grown to love leaving a warm coating in the back of your throat—dripping from the corner of your mouth as he came in continuous splurts, gently bucking his hips at at the feeling of you swallowing around him.

Yamato’s staggered breathing filled the room as he came down, releasing the grip on the back of your head as he met your eyes once more—hazily watching you sit up with a smirk on your face.

“Happy birthday, Yamato~”, your voice was soft, almost a coo as your hand trailed up his upper thigh to the side of his abdomen, “T-thanks, but what about you?”

“What about me?” You asked

“You didn’t get to finish..” his words were riddled with a tinge of guilt.

“I don’t remember saying we were done, besides, tonight is all about you, Love.”

It’s officially 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂tober and I’m both excited, scared, and a tad bit stressed since this is my first time participating (plus I hopped on the bandwagon late)