Love Scars

Love Scars

Featuring - Beelzebub x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Marking, Overstimulation, Unprotected Sex, Slight Size Kink, Doggy Style

Rating - Explicit

Song choice - Love Scars (Trippie Redd)

You and Beelzebub have been together for years, you know just about everything about each other, hell, you’ve done it countless times.

Yet, despite all of that, sex with him was always better than the last—no matter how many times he’s drilled that thick blunt tip in and out of your sensitive cunt, adjusting to his sheer size was seemingly impossible for you.

No amount of foreplay could ever prepare you for that mouth-watering stretch that effortlessly made your eyes roll to the back of your head; taking him whole wasn’t off the table, it just wasn’t an option for now.

Now, you cried out his name between broken moans into your tear-soaked pillow as he took you from behind—rutting his drooling reddened tip against your cervix, ignoring that slight sting of your nails digging into his bicep in a poor attempt to get him to slow down.

Beelzebub was far too enamored with the opalescent mix of his cum and your slick coating his shaft to slow down his rough pace, besides, he knew you could handle it. He took your wrists into one of his hands, pulling you back and closer to him, licking a heated line up your sweat-slicked back before taking a bite into the flesh of your shoulder with a groan.

Your cries of his name being cut off by a sharp moan as he bit and suck into the flesh of your shoulder, pulling back just a bit to admire the forming hickey on his human.

His animalistic pace never faltering as he worked his way down your spine, fucking his cum deeper into your poor little cunt as he marked you inside, out; relishing those adorable whines of his name and sinfully angelic moans that fell from your lips as he bullied his tip against that certain spongy spot that easily made you go cross-eyed.

Your mind was foggy with a familiar feeling of lust that took wave of you countless times this night, more tears threatened to fall down your rosy cheeks as you managed to choke out, “F-Fuck, M’ close..”

One of Beelzebubs hands trained down from your hip to that aching bundle of nerves that he knew how to handle so well.

Switching from delicately circling it to hastily stroking it with his middle and ring finger, the feeling pairing all too well with his rough thrusts, bouncing you on and off of his slick shaft.

You were a mess, legs holding on by a thin thread as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach finally snap as Beelzebub swiftly circled your clit, your juices coating his cock and soaking into the sheets.

Beelzebubs faltered rhythmic thrusts and husky pants met your cries of pure ecstasy, pulling out of your abused cunt until his tip is just barely sheathed inside before roughly slamming back in—coating your insides in a thick coating of his cum once more.

His larger figure leaning over you as he let go of your wrists, pulling out and allowing you to fall limp onto the bed as you caught your breath.

Beel’s soft whispers of ‘I love you’s’ between breaths as he caressed his hand over he markings he left on your back were enough to faintly clear your lust-ridden mind.

You reached back to place your hand over his, giving it a light squeeze before responding back with a gentle “I love you too, Beel”

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Agora Hills

Featuring - Armin Arlert x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Virginity Loss, Slight Sub!Armin, Mild degradation, Teasing, Unprotected Sex, Handjobs, Overstim (M!Receiving)

Rating - Explicit

Song Choice - Agora Hills (Doja Cat)

A/N - I REALLY got lost in the sauce for this one so it’s definitely on the longer side of my Kinktober works, but I would love to turn this into a full fic after Kinktober <3

“I..I think I’m finally ready, Y/N.”

His words were barely above a mere mumble as he uttered them against your lips between soft, breathy pants.

You thought your ears deceived you, pulling away from the deep kiss you two shared just to make sure you heard him right.

“Are you really sure you’re ready, Baby?” your eyes never leaving his, scanning them through his slightly fogged lenses for any hint of hesitance.

“I think so..” his voice riddled with a slight nervousness as he spoke, cheeks tinted a rosy pink that softly spread across the bridge of his nose.

You could tell he was more nervous about your reaction to his words than the action behind them—you were his girlfriend of four, soon to be five, months and undeniably one of the closest people to him, next to his close-knit friend group.

Before you, the poor boy hadn’t had as much as his first kiss, despite him being a sophomore in college he had little to no experience; thankfully, you didn’t mind as much as he imagined you would, you surely didn’t tease him about it like his friends did.

You taught him how to properly kiss a few months back, which was quicker than you both thought it would be. You knew Armin still had his virginity, and you didn’t mind waiting until he was ready to lose it—you just weren’t expecting to hear it now.

—

Armin layed against the bed and in nothing but his boxers; you had comfortably nestled yourself between his legs, wearing nothing but your panties and bra—one of your hands resting on the side of his abdomen as the other gently strokes over his concealed, hardened member.

No one has ever touched him the way you did, Armin felt like a degenerate getting this bothered by a touch as gentle as yours—soaking pre-cum into his boxers as he lets out quiet whines and sighs from your touch.

You knew Armin’s size was above average, you’ve felt it nudge against your clothed cunt countless times whenever you straddled his lap while making out, each time shocking you more than the last.

Your eyes met his glossed over ones as you pawed at his boxers; his face flushed and riddled with desperation, ocean blue eyes locked on you and your hand as it teased him through his boxers.

“You sure you’re ready for this, Love? We can wait as long as you want, there’s no rush-”

“No..fuck, I-I want this..I want you..” his voice already laced with that adorably needy tone you would die for.

You loved seeing him pathetically flustered like this, your lips contorted into a faint smirk as you chose your next words.

“You want me to do what exactly? C’mon, use your words, Armin.” One of your hands going from pawing at his clothed cock to trailing up to ghost over the side of his lower abdomen.

Armin let out a weak whimper at the absence of your hand over his member; the tone of your voice was innocent, but he couldn’t help but twitch in his boxers at the sound of you calling his name with such lustful intent.

“Please, Y/N..Gods, please ruin me.” He stammered out, blue eyes struggling to keep in contact with yours as he further tangled his hands into the sheets.

Your hand trailed back down to his boxers, toying with the elastic of the waistband.

“See that wasn’t so hard was it, hm?”

—

The room was filled with the sloppy sound of your hand hastily pumping Armin’s drooling cock, alternating from quick strokes to agonizingly slow ones just to feel him writhe beneath you.

“God, Armin, you can’t possibly be this pathetic.” You’ve never been the type to tease your poor boyfriend, but now you couldn’t help it—especially when he’s ruined your hand at least 3 times in the span of 5 minutes.

You slowed down your rhythmic strokes as you propped yourself on your knees and lined his head to your entrance; slowly sinking yourself down onto his member with a stifled moan.

Armin couldn’t help but hiss through gritted teeth as you steadily took him into your needy cunt; you were just so tight, your soaked warmth squeezing his overly sensitive cock back in with every teasingly slow motion of your hips.

Your hands resting on his chest as you guided yourself along his length, eyes promptly fluttering shut whenever his tip easily drug along that certain spongy spot.

He hesitantly placed his shaky hands on your hips as he helped you, mind hazing itself over as he felt that familiar coil in his lower stomach tightening at the feeling of your needy cunt around him.

Armin hit the spot that made you easily go cross-eyed with every tender thrust, high-pitched moans pouring from your lips as you grew closer to your own upcoming orgasm.

Your clouded half-lidded eyes meeting your boyfriend once more; blonde bangs gently sticking to his forehead as his blown out ocean eyes locked onto where your greedy cunt and his aching cock met.

You could feel your high come to a climax as you rode your boyfriend, nails digging into his chest as you cried out mewls and curses of his name as you came, your slick coating his shaft as your cunt clasped around him.

Armin’s own high soon coming to a peak as your warmth tightly took him into deeper as it coated him in your slick, tears peppering on the outer corners of his eyes as he came, babbling apologies of how he should’ve warned you or pulled out before cumming.

Soon shutting up as you leaned in, meeting his lips to yours and swallowing the gasp he let out as you gave him a few short kisses before soothing and praising him for his amazing work tonight.

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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)

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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.

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