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Losers:

Mammon is able to last about a week, and honestly? You're incredibly proud he made it that long, given how poor his self-control is. The others accuse you of favoritism when you take him out on a date to celebrate, but they don't have to listen to Mammon "hmmph" and pout at his failure. And to be fair, it was your fault he lost anyway, as you didn't discourage him when he began to touch you during the movie.

You really tried in the beginning, pushing his wandering hands away and regretfully pulling away from his kisses. He's always been clingy, but the week-long absence of your time together has made him more desperate than usual, and the longer it went on, the bolder he got. You don't know what it was about Harrison Porter that turned him on, but you didn't complain when his hand slipped past the hem of your shorts. Mammon was practically purring in your ear while he teased you, long fingers tracing around your hole before sinking in.

It all fell apart from there rather quickly; you bent over the couch in his room as he stuffed his cock into you. It didn't matter that he'd cum once already; he's obsessed with the wet sound of his spend being fucked back into you.

Even though he was the one who suggested the game, he only lasted for a portion of the day. It was entirely your fault that he lost, but it was a conscious choice of revenge since he decided to blab to everyone else. However, with how easily he turns on, you bet he wouldn't last either way.

You had snuck into his room after dinner to enact his punishment. Like you expected, he's sat at his desk, calling out moves over his mic to his gaming friends. He yelps when you yank his chair back, just enough to give you room to crawl under the desk and between his legs. Levi's voice rises several octaves as he requests for backup. He glares down at you, trying to swat you away when you undo the laces of his joggers. You meet his gaze, commanding him to stay still as you pull his pants down his thighs. With a flushed face, he's much more pliant when you tug on his underwear, lifting his hips from the chair.

He also ends up losing the match, and his friends curse him out for suddenly going AFK. You make him apologize to them while his half-hard cock is in your mouth, ready to ruin his chances at any other game.

Let's be honest. Asmo agreed knowing full well he was going to lose. It was just fun to be a part of the moment! It was also the perfect excuse to have you all to himself. He knew you'd end up in bed alone tonight, respecting the brothers' wishes to lead them not into temptation.

You rest comfortably under the blanket, waiting for him to slip into the room and keep you company when you hear the door click shut. Soon, Asmo's touch is all over you. His lips start at your shoulder and travel up your neck while his hand teasingly dips below the hem of your pants. With a pleased hum, Asmodeus whispers an apology against your skin, "Sorry, hon. I'm just so excited."

He giggles when he doesn't feel any undergarments under your night clothes, "So was someone else."

"After that filthy text you sent during dinner?" You say, remembering how it made your core clench when you first read it, "It's been agony to wait."

Satan loses all because of a damn book. He'd found a cheesy romance in the bargain section of his favorite bookstore and decided to give it a chance because of the ridiculous cover. He wondered if it was normal for a human male to have that many abs, but the pink-clad princess seemed to be fawning over them all the same.

He managed two weeks before the tome made its way into his life. You were sitting in his lap, the book in hand, as you read it together before it was time to go to bed. Only three chapters in and the protagonists already are having sex, and you think you've read the word 'bosom' enough to last a lifetime. However, Satan seems enthralled in the scene, his hands holding you steady while he presses his hardness into your lower back. You can feel him rock his hips, edging himself through his clothes while you continue reading the passage.

"Really? This is turning you on?" You ask with an incredulous laugh after his hands slide up your shirt to cup your chest. Figuring you should leave to preserve Satan's streak, you go to stand up, but those same steady hands possessively tighten.

"To Hell with this game. I want you. Now."

Like Asmo, the sorcerer is not wasting time playing a silly game when he can use this to his advantage. He's already ordered your favorite from Hell's Kitchen when he texts you to meet him at Purgatory Hall. It's no longer Cocytus, the haven and home you shared when back in the past, but Solomon will be damned if he doesn't share another moment of domestic bliss with you in the present.

So after the candlelit dinner and a bottle of dessert demonus, Solomon wastes no time carrying you to his bed. He whispers how much he misses you between kisses, which only makes you giggle since you see him daily. The sorcerer knows the same need resides within you, and you're eager to give in. You part your thighs, grab hold of his belt, and pull his hips to slot against yours. He groans in response, warm breath flittering across your neck, where his lips are pressed to your pulse.

He'd keep you here for the entire month if he could, but for now, he'll settle for the night.

While the game interests him, and he doesn't want to be the odd one out, Diavolo flat-out refuses to play. While he usually prides himself on his restraint, Halloween is his birthday, and Diavolo decides to not entertain any game that could come between your time together. He's been planning this for the last month! The Demon Prince just refuses to spend his weekend without nestling between your thighs at least once, maybe more if you're in the mood to spoil him.

You don't mind, of course, as it quickly turns into your own personal game. It starts with you teasing him between destinations and ends with you cornered in a room, chest pressed to the wall as he cums until you're whining about feeling full. Thankfully, he booked an entire train for just the two of you, and Barbatos has dutifully warned the staff about your activities. His true reward is watching you stumble around during the date and cling to him while his spend drips down your legs.

"Thank you for not joining their game," you tell him one night, cuddled to his chest, cockwarming him in bed.

"Wouldn't dream of upsetting you, my love."

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WINNERS:

It would not be the first time Lucifer would go without sexual activity due to the immense workload from Diavolo. When you're practically as old as time, a month is nothing. Though he considers the challenge to be rather childish, as are most of the shenanigans his brothers get up to, his pride refuses to back down from the fight.

What he carelessly forgot to consider was you. Ever the troublemaker yourself, he expected you to tease him for agreeing to the silly game, but he never foresaw sabotage.

There were multiple nights where you'd slink quietly into his bed, waking the demon up with your mouth around his cock, suckling the precum from the head. When you would see his eyes flutter open, you'd take him whole, swallowing him down until your nose brushed against his pelvis. Thankfully, he'd wake up before you could cost him his victory, playfully swatting you off while you'd laugh and laugh.

You never escaped unscathed, as Lucifer would grab you as soon as you tried to flee and make you ride him until you were shaking. The feel of your body trembling above him is enough to send him over the edge, and he'd squeeze the base of his cock, desperately trying to keep his orgasm at bay.

Despite your efforts, he managed to finish the month without incident, though he paid you back in kind as soon as December rolled around.

Beel wins because he is easily distracted by his busy game schedule and, of course, food.

Instead of sabotaging, you support Beel through his efforts by constantly carrying snacks. You can grow closer to him now that the others aren't competing for your attention (They heard of your efforts for sabotage and have been avoiding you). Afternoons are spent as an unofficial cheerleader during his Fangol practice, while evenings are spent experimenting with different recipes, Beel serving as your personal taste tester.

Mornings are the roughest, as you can't distract Beel within his dreams. You've woken up to his large hands roaming your body, soft groans rumbling in his throat, and drool slipping from the corner of his lips. His whispered mumblings would be so cute if it weren't for the lewd position he's trapped you in, leg slung around his waist and face buried between his ample pecs. He holds you still against him, hips grinding his cock between your legs, leaving no room to wonder what exactly he's dreaming of.

It's a fight to escape his arms as you attempt to reach for the cookies left on the bedside table. The struggle wakes the demon, who smiles sheepishly at you once he realizes what is happening. Unfortunately, you have to leave him alone after these incidents, lest you become the tempestuous snack of the day.

Like his brother, Belphegor can easily distract himself from his urges with the thought of sleep. He spends most of November holed up in the attic or his bedroom, cuddling his cow print pillow and softly snoring away the challenge. You tried a few times to tempt the demon but were unsuccessful because you couldn't manage to wake him up from his slumber.

He still finds time to be a brat, though. Nap time quickly turns into his play time, as he uses his powers to influence your dreams, turning whatever surreal scene that plays into a den of debauchery. The magical connection is permanently severed before either of you can finish, however; each night, you wake sweating and alone in the comfort of your bed, with a new memory of how Belphie used your body for his own pleasure. Your core clenches around nothing, aching to be filled in a way that the dreams could never satisfy.

You can hear his smug tone when he texts you after. It's a mere reminder that you should be sleeping, especially if you're to have energy for the next night. With a groan, you contemplate exposing his cheating to his brothers and having him disqualified. You decide against it but set a reminder to ask Solomon about dream magic when you see him next.

This man barely has alone time as it is. Luke keeps him busy throughout the day, and Simeon is too tired when night rolls around. Still, the angel had agreed to play, while you're mortified to learn one stupid conversation with Levi had spread to Purgatory Hall. You don't risk tempting him; you don't know if you could forgive yourself if you were to ruin his heavenly status.

That doesn't stop Simeon from interrupting while you set the table, plates in hand, as he presses you against the solid wood. It's a test of multiple limits; The brothers are in the kitchen; one could walk out any moment and catch the angel trying not to cum as he grinds against your backside. His gloved hands dig into your sides, holding you close as Simeon teases himself against your body, whispering praises in your ear and making heat pool in your core.

He's done as quickly as he started, cock throbbing in his pants as he excuses himself to the bathroom, murmuring about a cold water remedy. You don't have an excuse at the ready when Lucifer glares at you, finding the table halfway set as the brothers file out from the kitchen.

Like Simeon, Barbatos doesn't have the time; truthfully, he'd rather be baking anyway. He agrees to play simply because he knows how easily he'll win. The demon doesn't worry about your interference either, finding it much more enjoyable to serve your whims. After all, the game says nothing about helping others find pleasure in his touch.

That's how you find yourself bent over the kitchen counter, two of his lithe fingers thrusting inside of you. He urges you to be quiet, saying your moans will wake the castle before mirthfully chastising you for the "mess" you're creating. The pleasure is so overwhelming that you can't manage a response, which only makes the demon butler delightfully smile.

Barbatos is always thorough; when you finally reach your release, he drops to his knees and cleans the slick that coats your thighs. He's not afraid to be obscene, lewdly and loudly sucking on your skin, leaving behind minor purple marks, his own reward for resisting the temptation.

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He's in the attic, that much you can tell from the blanket that covers his legs. Your eyes widen when you see the tip of his cock in the photo's dim lighting. Belphegor's hand holds his boxers away, exposing his hard length to the camera - to you. It lies heavy against his stomach, spend dripping onto the skin below.

Three dots bounce on the screen, making your heart rate jump in anticipation. The subsequent text appears:

Come clean this up 23:38

Now 23:38

So that's how it's going to be?

You're invigorated, heart pounding as you climb the stairs to the attic; sleep but a distant thought. When you enter the room, Belphegor lounges on his back, pants still shoved to his knees, boxers haphazardly pulled down just enough to free his cock.

He's cocky as you approach the bed, a casual smile on his lips while you stare at him dumbfounded. Hands above his head, Belphegor stretches himself out, yawning like there isn't a mess of semen on his stomach. "Finally," he groans, "You take too long."

"A little late for me to tame a brat, don't you think?" You ask, hands on your hips as you stare at the demon.

He rises to a sitting position and laughs as he kicks the blanket off, "You're here, aren't you?" Belphegor smirks, presenting a challenge that you can't ignore.

You chuckle, "Touche."

Magic glows at your fingertips, the familiar heat fluttering about his skin as he feels it overpower his body, forcing him to lie back down. His hands raise above his head again, rendering him immobile and vulnerable to your will.

Sitting next to him on the mattress, you gather his seed on your fingers, smearing the remnants along his stomach. "Open," you command, waiting for Belphegor to obey of his own volition.

He snorts, eyeing the fluid that's beginning to spill down onto his abdomen again, but relents and parts his lips. You shove your fingers into his mouth, making the demon gag as the salty matter melts on his tongue. Strands of saliva hang from your hand when you pull back, Belphegor lightly coughing as you admire the sheen on your fingers.

You take hold of his cock, coating his tip in your saliva, his cock twitching under your hand. While teasing his slit with your thumb, you bend forward to do what he originally asked, tasting his cum on your tongue. It's obscene how loud you are, his arousal swelling with each second you spend lapping at the spend that pools in the hollow of his hips.

Belphegor's hips buck into the air, breathlessly whining after you drag your tongue along the underside of his cock, pressing a quick kiss to the head to clean away the newest wave of precum. Taking his tip into your mouth, your hand pumping the rest of his shaft as your tongue slowly swirls around his firm flesh. You smile at his desperation as he attempts to bury his cock down your throat, grumbling when you let him pop from your lips.

"Either we do this my way," you warn, hand now coating his entire length with the spit that had dripped from your mouth, "Or we don't do this at all."

The slothful demon huffs, knowing he's too tired to finish himself off a second time, "Fine, but don't take any more time."

You squeeze him in your hand, "Say 'please,' brat."

"Isn't it just the neatest thing?" You ask with a teasing lilt, "When I saw the price, I just knew we had to have it." The lotion allows your fingers to effortlessly glide along his body, circling his nipples until they're hard under your touch.

Pink eyes meet yours, then drop to your lips, the demon humming, "You know just how to spoil me, hon," while you grind your body against the underside of his cock. The demon's nails dig into your nude figure, guiding your hips so you can feel every inch he slides through your slick lips.

Asmo huffs when you tell him to, "Turn over." Still, he's obedient, positioning himself on his stomach while he pouts.

"I've told you before, dear," you playfully scold, "Your magic doesn't work on me."

"I know~" He giggles, "Can't blame a demon for trying!"

You adjust to straddle his thighs, running your hands down the length of his back. It's so cute how Asmodeus hums while you ease the tension out of his body. When your hands slide down to cup his rear, he glances at you through half-lidded lashes.

Now that you have his full attention, you're quick to spread him apart and spit into his hole. He sharply gasps, surprised at the boldness you're displaying, "Fuck... you're so hot like this--," He interrupts himself with a drawn-out moan as you sink your finger into him. Slipping down to the knuckle, Asmodeus clenches around your finger, thighs tensing below you. You know his toes are curling by the way he grips the sheets.

He bites his lip when your pace increases, and eventually, you add another finger, pumping the digits into his trembling body without restraint. You feel proud, having reduced the Avatar of Lust to a whimpering mess; your practice of seduction magic for class is obviously paying off.

"I'm so close," Asmodeus mumbles, his cock twitching as his orgasm begins to overcome him.

Numerous study sessions have taught you just how to make him come undone. Adjusting yourself lower, you reach between his legs and begin to stroke his shaft. He's so hard and sensitive in your hand as you smear cum along his length, his tip still leaking as you practically milk him. His spend coats the back of his thighs, dripping towards the mattress.

You grant him a slight reprieve when you remove your hands from his trembling body. He's gone silent as he regains his breath, sweat cooling on his skin. The bond between you hums, and you swear it's a tune you've heard from him before. The pact is a doorway into the other, and you wonder if this is how Asmodeus always experiences Lust.

It's a primordial melody sung long before your existence and as eternal as time itself. Asmo's musical musings stand out amongst the chorus of disembodied voices whose harmonies unnaturally soothe you. Though you've experienced his power when wielding it as your own, this is a sharp contrast to the metallic taste of bloodlust that his strength usually invokes. Is that rose you're smelling?

It's gone as quickly as it came, fading into silence just as Asmodeus's eyes open, peering up at you with a knowing smile.

And that concludes this years Kinktober! I hope you enjoyed <3

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