Thinking About Struggling To Ride Mammon So He Just Grabs Your Hips And Fucks You On Himself

Thinking about struggling to ride Mammon so he just grabs your hips and fucks you on himself

You start off whining and trying as hard as you can to bounce on his cock, but your thighs are burning and you collapse on his chest crying about how it’s too much and you can’t do it.

He kisses the top of your head as he puts his hands on either sides of your hips, “it’s ok treasure I gotcha.” He says softly as he lifts you up and slams you down on himself causing you to cry out.

You grip his shoulders tightly, digging your nails in as he continues to fuck you on himself, using you as his own personal cock sleeve until he cums inside you with a loud moan.

Want Belphegor to "bind and monopolize" me, thank you very much.

Thinking about having the cutest most sweet and wholesome Valentine’s Day with Mammon where you spoil each other. Showering each other with gifts and taking each other to cute little cafes and stores while you hold hands. When you get home cuddling up next to each other and watching a movie, just resting your head on his chest so you can hear his heart beat.

Then that night he fucks you in doggy style so hard your knees are buckling under you. Your tits jiggling and slapping against your chest with each thrust. The gold necklace you got him swinging back and forth, hitting his chest as he moves his hips. Both of you moaning so loud all of his brothers hear, making them silently seethe in jealousy. And his grip on your waist is so hard it leaves marks. When his cum finally spills into you, he scoops it back up shoving it back into you with his fingers “so you don’t waste his final Valentine’s Day gift to you”

Divider credits @hitobaby

real life society: we need to ban tiktok because china is evil

my ideal society: new species of deer was just discovered in Peru. it is shown on all news channels and the entire population spends the day discussing & reflecting on life's diversity, people are let off work early

The boys would be so pissed at me (and jealous) because once I found out there are vampires in their world I would be twirling my hair, kicking my feet, asking them to introduce me to some

Paper cuts come when you least expect them. You thought it was pathetic that a mature human such as yourself couldn't even flip a page without slicing their skin open, but old Devildom books were made of the worst paper. Super thin, and sharp like a blade when touched at the wrong angle.

The small distraction sucked you out of the novel you were reading and back into reality. You shut the book and shook your hand, waiting for the pain to run its course. These actions did not go unnoticed.

"Let me see your hand," Satan murmured. He was suddenly looming over your armchair and gently cupping your fingers.

"It's not bad, don't worry." You were more concerned about the book's pages. Satan's collection had a lot of rare and expensive tomes. The novel in your lap looked fine, but how angry would Satan get if a drop of blood spilled onto it? He might not verbally assault you like he would others, but you feared he'd sulk about it for at least a few weeks.

Satan pulled a square cloth from his back pocket. He paused to stare at it. It looked fine. Maybe a little wrinkled, but nothing that should have made him frown. "My handkerchief is dirty."

He roughly shoved it back into the pocket and instead lifted the hem of his shirt, then lightly blotted at your wound with the still-warm fabric.

"Hey! Nooo, that's just going to make your clothes harder to clean later." You went to jerk your arm back, but Satan's gentle hold turned into an iron grip. Those abs weren't just for show. "It's gonna stain! Knock it off. I can lick it or something."

"Oh, good idea." Satan's shirt slid back down as he dropped it and knelt. He rested his elbows on the seat cushion, one on either side of your legs.

"I can do it! I can do it!" You tried to stop him, but he was already seductively dragging his tongue over your fingertip. "Don't even thi-- ahhh, Satan come on!"

There was far more blood rushing through your face than in the tiny little cut. It astounded you how Satan could pull off an embarrassing action so smoothly, without hesitation.

"Are you done yet?" You didn't know if it had been five seconds or five minutes, but you thought it was long enough.

"Mmh." He mercifully stopped, giving your palm a quick peck. "Move over."

The armchair was meant for one, but it was big and cushy. If you scooted to the side it could probably fit two. "Why?"

Satan was already climbing into the space next to you, raising you onto his legs. "I'm gonna make sure it doesn't happen again. I'll read to you."

He leaned back into the chair, pulling you along with him, and curled an arm around your waist to reach the novel. "So, which page were you on?"