#˗ˏˋ꒰ minx replies ꒱

[cherryxblossxms]

Hehe yes let's cuck Mephisto with Luci too ~

I think he's planning a prank (or maybe sabotage?) with the anti Lucifer league and he doesn't quite get out of Lucifer's office fast enough when he hears the two of you coming. He scrambles into a closet right when you and Lucifer come in, too busy making out to notice the closet door slightly ajar.

Mephisto is disgusted at first. He can't look away, it's so horrible. He watches as you strip each other, Lucifer puts you on his desk. Your incessant moaning and his groaning...

Mephisto didn't really notice how intently he was watching, nor did he notice how hard he was until his cock throbbed at the erotic display... He palms himself, feeling dirty at enjoying such a thing but he's mesmerized and stuck in this closet anyway.

I'm so sorry I'm getting to this so late 😭 I ran to the notification when I first got it but I just could not find the spoons to respond

Godddd this whole thing is so 🥵🥵 I could not stop myself from making this into. Idk whatever this is, but anyway I need that man badly (and maybe need to make him suffer a little lmaoo)

[Nsfw obv, mdni. GN reader, voyeurism, implied cucking/getting caught at the end ehehe~]

At first, Mephisto is so disgusted by what's he's seeing. The two people he detests most— the angel traitor saved by his gracious Lord Diavolo, and the weak unworthy human representative of the exchange program— and you're locking lips like its your job, knocking into Lucifer's desk in your excitement. And of course you two would be drawn together, it's only expected that two unsavory types would be getting up to such indecent activities together. The wet noises of your mouths meeting and the way you're groping each other, it's perverse, Mephisto thinks.

He has half a mind to report you two to Lord Diavolo, what you're doing has to be a problem, right? Just thinking about it is titillating, as he remains hidden in the closet, not wanting to get caught and maybe get some good dirt on either of you. Maybe he'll get some kind of reward for alerting the Young Lord about these transgressions. In fact, maybe he'll even—

His thoughts are interrupted when you unleash a soft whimper, the sound sending shivers through his body and his heart pumping. He didn't even realize, you two had gotten partially undressed already while he was lost in thought, shirts pulled open and halfway off and Lucifer's hand disappearing beneath your waistband, the demon sucking on the side of your neck as his hand clearly worked you into a frenzy.

Suddenly it's like he can't tear his eyes away from his peeping spot in the closet, almost holding his breath just waiting for what happens next. Watching as Lucifer marks you up to satisfaction, his hand working a steady rhythm between your legs as you writhe against him, still making that delicious needy noise, before its clearly not enough for either of you. Before Mephisto can react, Lucifer has you set on his desk, tugging your bottoms down and off and working his own open just long enough to free his leaking cock, losing no time as he quickly enters you.

If Mephisto thought your prior noises were indecent, the moan you let out now is downright sinful. The noise of a rattling desk fills the air as Lucifer pumps into you, and whether it's by a miracle or a curse, Mephisto can see it all clearly. See the way you manage to fit Lucifer's cock, see the way you grasp onto the desk or onto Lucifer, whatever you can reach, as your face is twisted with pleasure. He couldn't quite make out Lucifer's face from his angle, but that was perhaps for the better.

Mephisto suddenly becomes all too aware of how tight his pants have become, a distinct need in his groin calling to him. Just the thought of stroking himself to you two is offensive, he tries to convince himself. But it's like his body can't control itself, his hand reaching down to relieve the ache anyway, not long before he's fisting his own leaking cock in time with Lucifer's thrusts into you. He can't even manage to tear his eyes away, eating up every little change in your expression and the things you respond best to.

He bites his knuckles trying to stay quiet, still trying to stay hidden until he can safely escape. But he's quickly lost to his own desires, imagining it's you he's fucking into. He'd show you how much more superior he is to Lucifer, show you what a true born-and-bred demon can do in bed. Lucifer could never compare, and he'd finally have you on your knees, begging for more, if he so wanted.

Just the thought of being the one to bring you to completion is enough to push him over the edge, hard, the climax catching him off guard. It's a miracle he manages to catch his spend in the palm of his glove before it can get on anything else. But what he fails to do is suppress the groan he makes as he cums, and his lusty haze clears quick in the following panic, looking to see if he'd been found out.

Thankfully, you'd all seemed to finish at the same time— he can't help but regret he hadn't seen your face as it happened— and you were clearly still recovering atop Lucifer's desk, the demon himself still buried deep inside you and his hips finally still. Mephisto instantly relaxes, thankful he wouldn't have to explain himself. He wasn't sure what he'd do if Lucifer of all people found out that, not only had Mephisto broken into his room, but was watching and masturbating to you two having sex like some kind of freak.

However, in his eagerness to relax, Mephisto missed the way Lucifer's lips quirked up, crimson eyes sparing the briefest glance in the direction of his closet.

[solomons-poison]

Okay so in my brains on the arranged marriage AUs

Imagine like a Victorian Era arranged marriage with Nanami.

He's so, so, so patient. Until you make the first move and he tries so hard to not lose it because you kept doing all of these little things to just make him fall in love with you every day.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH yes yes omg

He is SO respectful of you, very reserved and gentle. Never initiates because he doesn't want you to feel pressured to do anything with him. Eventually, yes, you might need to make an heir, that's the whole purpose behind your arrangement to begin with, but he's in no rush for that. Not until he knows you're comfortable with him.

Of course, he doesn't know that you've been smitten since day one. When you first hear about an arranged marriage, it fills you with dread, wondering if you'd be married off to some old geezer or even someone abusive. But Nanami always seems the perfect gentleman, and as you get to know him better, that never changes. Instead, you learn about his little quirks, his hobbies, where he gets his favorite bread and wines, as he shares them with you over time.

It's nerve-wracking to be married to someone so stoic, but you just know there's a heart of gold in there, so could anyone fault you for trying to make sure he's just as in love with you as you are with him? ... Except he's completely smitten already, too, he's just better at hiding it. And every move and gesture you make only solidifies his feelings. The marriage may have started as a simple transaction, a sharing of power to benefit your families. But over time, it becomes so much more than that.

[cherryxblossxms]

OKAY WAIT WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME

endeavor?? and all might??? at the same time?????

endeavor is desperately aggressively greedily fucking you, degrading you, spouting all the filth known to mankind as his breeding instinct takes over. he has to be number one. he has to be the one in your tight pussy. hissing cruel words at his rival, making fun of him bc his cock isn't as impressive as his muscles... you like him best, baby, yeah?

meanwhile all might is sensual. intimate. he doesn't need to prove anything but god if that bastard isn't pissing him off a little. so he starts to get riled up and aggressive too, it's just his competitive nature. he's fine with your mouth. your ass. wherever you want him. but if he gets a little rough, don't take it personally. he spits vitriol at endeavor but you? you're his sweet angel and you deserve better cock (his cock to be specific)

sobbing crying i need to be sandwiched between these two hunks of meat for real...

BABE YOU DID THIS TO ME FIRST

RIP to my holes after taking them both, it'll be a week before I can walk again 😩😵‍💫

Like just imagining their competitive nature against each other. Endeavor showing you All Might isn't shit compared to him, knows you like it rough and nasty, knows you like it when he turns you into his filthy little toy and fucks you dumb. Gets so hard when he sees the tears rolling down your face but he knows it's from all the pleasure he's giving you. When you cum, he wants it to be his name you cry out. He's the bad cop with you, you'd think he hates you if he didn't seem to love your pussy so much.

And oooh yes I can see it both ways.... his need for a powerful heir and breeding instinct having him claim your pussy first, especially making sure to fill you with his seed first too. BUT, I can also see him wanting to be the first to claim other firsts for you. All Might might play it safe with just your pussy or maybe your mouth, he's a romantic in sex and likes being close to your face (though if you ask him for something, he certainly wont refuse you). Endeavor doesn't give a shit about that, he just wants to prove a point. If All Might wants to be sappy with you up front, that's fine by him. He's happy to be the first to claim your ass, and even if he's not truly the first, he's going to mould you to his specifications.

And then All Might is acting as good cop the whole time. For every degrading term Endeavor uses for you, All Might is praising you, calling you sweet names that warm you up, cooing at you as you choke on his cock, as you struggle to fit him, fit both of them. As mentioned above, he loves having you in the most intimate position, having you facing him is his favorite. But if you ask him for something, even if it's dirty, he's happy to make your dreams come true. And agreed, he might get a little rough and heavy as he competes with Endeavor, but he'll take care of you and your sore, fluids-covered body afterwards. <3

[cherryxblossxms]

Thinking about being in a Mammon/Solomon sandwich where they both keep getting more and more jealous and possessive over you resulting in them getting rougher and rougher with you

Ohhhhh yes. Cause we see how possessive Mammon can get, but everyone underestimates how jealous and possessive Solomon is, and they'd make such a dangerous sandwich in bed 👀

Mammon is so bad at hiding anything, he's much more whiney and clingy when he's feeling jealous. His speech changes, constantly calling you his treasure, his little slut, his MC. If anyone else tries the same, he's growling low in his throat and baring his teeth. It's not long before his demon form is out and he's showing off for you, showing you you don't need anybody else but him, that he's the one for you.

But then you have Solomon, who always appeared so composed. There's that ever-present smile on his face, and he seems fairly relaxed and easy going with it all. But you can feel it in the way he grips you, almost bruising, and the twitches in his jaw as he tries to keep that smile. And there's a fire in those eyes, burning and so, so focused on you the entire time. He'd be hard pressed to break eye contact cause he wants you to focus on him just the same.

And then putting them together? RIP to your body. Their mutual possessiveness just fuels the other, and they both have more stamina than you know what to do with. They start out relatively easy on you, checking up with you often and making sure you're still doing good. One of them will be slowly pumping into your mouth while the other takes you from behind. But as things progress, they start getting competitive, going faster and harder on you, seeing who can make you scream louder, who can make you cum harder, make your legs shake and your eyes roll back from the pleasure.

Before you know it, you're trapped in just multiple rounds of pleasure, face-fucked and eaten out multiple times, body sore, one orgasm just bleeding into the next, until you're not sure where you end and the other two begin. By the end, they're somehow still coherent enough to ask who's better in bed, but you're lucky if you're still awake after the last orgasm, much less capable of considering and answering their question.

Also talk about the markings, you're absolutely covered in hickeys and bite marks and bruises and their cum, inside and out, cause they want to mark you as theirs. They both certainly make you feel wanted unlike any other 🥵

[solomons-poison]

TARREN. I saw your tags on that ex husband post and saw that you mentioned Nanami and SQUEALED. drunken love confessions?? you best believe I'm dropping whichever man I am with slkdjfslk I can't resist him at all

Sorry this reply is late but YESSSSSS nanami is so perfect for divorced AU!!! Although it hurts, he just fits it so well

Like although he always looks so serious and no-nonsense, the moment you get to know him, you realize how much love he has in his heart. The love he has for his students, for his hobbies, for the people he works to protect, he's a passionate man within that tough shell and that's the man you ended up falling in love with.

[GN reader, mention of kids, mention of alcohol/drinking, pining, angst]

But even though he's so passionate and thoughtful, that's not enough to make a marriage successful. Problems still come up, arguments about small things that eventually build up, differences in beliefs. Nanami meant to quit the sorcery life when he proposed to you, but it's hard to quit the field when he knew just how much good he was capable of. And so a divorce was inevitable. You're the one to bring it up, and he agrees without a fight.

Even if there are kids involved, you both know that this is unfortunately the best arrangement you can work out: divorcing so that you're no longer legally tied to him. You can marry again if you want, move on and make a family with someone that can dedicate the time to you that you deserve, without risk of suddenly losing them one day to something as awful and haunting as curses. He'll still help you financially, of course, being involved with the kids and getting involved in important events in their life, making sure they are raised knowing they are loved and taken care of.

Despite how unfortunate the whole situation is, Nanami is polite, he's courteous. In fact, it's almost frustrating how noble and charitable he is during the whole thing. You know the emotions he's capable of, and you'd never do him the discourtesy of assuming he wasn't affected. But some part of you wanted, hoped, that maybe he would have protested the divorce, would have fought to keep you and to stay together. But you know it's not fair to ask that of him after you're the one who asked for the divorce in the first place.

Even after the divorce has processed and you two settle into a manageable schedule as time passes, something in you still hopes for this. But you start to expect it less and less, finally getting ready to move on with your life and start meeting new people. That is, until you both get invited out to a friend's birthday party, with access to alcohol. It's easy enough to catch up with one another; you two always had great chemistry. One drink turns to two, then four, then you've lost track as you get lost in shared memories, laughing so hard you cry over silly things that only the two of you know. And somewhere amidst the reminiscing, Nanami is looking at you like you hung the moon and stars in the sky, telling you the words you gave up on expecting after all this time.

"I'm still in love with you."

[cherryxblossxms]

I just saw your Mammon and Solomon sandwich fic but CAN YOU IMAGINE a Lucifer and Solomon sandwich? The amount of jealousy and possessiveness radiating off them!?

Anon, the only thing I like more than the Mammon and Solomon sandwich, is in fact a Luci and Solomon sandwich!! (Or Luci and Dia hehe, but I won't digress)

Mammon is so outwardly expressive with his emotions, even when he's trying to hide it, you just know how jealous he feels because it's obvious in everything he does.

Lucifer, though, it takes a long time to see it. Similar to Solomon, he hides it so well, deflects any probing questions and acts mature and unaffected. But also like Solomon, it's the little things that give it away. His ruby eyes burn into you, suddenly they're more of a bloody red befitting a demon. His eyes are always watching the way others touch you, lingering on where they put their hands on you, and thinking of how to fix it. So when you get him alone, he's all over you, encompassing you, putting his mark on your skin and covering you with his scent until there's no doubt about who you really belong to.

Bringing in Solomon is so dangerous, because he's the one thorn in Lucifer's side that he just can't get rid of. And seeing Solomon touching you like he knows you, as if he knew you better than Lucifer or could in any way pleasure you better than he can, is the one trigger that totally sets him off. He doesn't accept any kind of blow to his pride, and he certainly isn't going to take it from the shady wizard thats been annoying him and his brothers all these years.

They've already got such a tense atmosphere between the two; we know Solomon wants a hold on Lucifer, wants to form a pact and have control over him. And Solomon has his own jealous streak; he strives to impress you, make such a mark on you that you'll never forget him and the way he can make you feel good. So suddenly you're in between them, and all bets are off. The possessive atmosphere is so oppressive between them, so bedding them together is the definition of hot and heavy.

Tbh they're so focused on competing that they both accidentally go a little rough on you. Tying you up, fucking you so hard and deep until you're screaming one of their names, completely pushing your boundaries. They're not stopping until you say otherwise, so be prepared to be covered in bruises and spit and cum dripping from every hole, and probably the sorest you'll ever be— but also the most satisfied you'll ever be~

[cherryxblossxms]

Hear me out, professor Nanami but reader isn't attending any of his classes. He'd simply seen her on the campus, doesn't know her name, what she is studying, literally nothing and yet he's been having wet dreams and jerking of replaying those few times he'd seen her. He is desperate to corrupt her. You can add if they met or not or if anything happened between them or not but, if I came across professor Nanami I'd climb him like a koala bear and never let go

Oooh yes professor Nanami is always a yummy idea (I'm not doing any fic requests but I'm always happy to add to the thirst 💙 sorry anon). I'm not usually intrigued by corruption but I do go feral for Nanami

[Tw corruption or perhaps power play/power imbalance???? Idk, it gets filthy. She/her pronouns used. Ask to tag]

I can see it where he runs into reader at the campus coffee shop the very first time, she's laughing with her friends/classmates. She's talking about her classes, how she has a report to finish, how she can't wait for the semester to end. But he stopped listening long ago, simply enamored with watching and hearing her speak. He knows he's staring, bordering creepy, and has to tear his eyes away. But something about her just plagues his mind.

He hadn't seen her on campus before, she's not in his classes. Couldn't tell you what year she was in or what she was studying, admittedly he didn't catch what exactly her report was on. But after that first encounter, he keeps spotting her on campus here and there, like some kind of ghost haunting his mind. The longer he thinks and sees of her, the more he's obsessed.

Was she a good student, he wondered? Or maybe she needed some... discipline, to help her along? He'd be happy to help raise her grades, if she asked oh so nicely. On a Friday, the freedom of the weekend highly anticipated, he spotted her in a sinful little sundress, lips painted with a gorgeous cherry lipgloss, and for that entire weekend, all he could think of was having those same lips wrapped around his cock as he fucked his fist and milked his balls dry. He'd be willing to award some extra credit for that.

He briefly wondered if she was seeing anyone on campus, but that didn't really matter. None of those immature college boys had the experience that he had, could fuck her as thoroughly as he could. Or maybe she was even innocent, barely experienced. How he'd love to show her all that he knew, show her that sweet sensitive spot deep inside that her fingers can't quite reach, the noises she could make when she came on his tongue, or the way her toes would curl as he brought her to mind-numbing orgasm after mind-numbing orgasm on his dick.

He didn't even know her name but that didn't stop his imagination from running wild, envisioning her bent over his desk as he fucked her from behind, or watching his cum leak from her pussy onto the papers he was grading. He was in deep shit, being so obsessed with a student like that. But he just couldn't get her off his mind.

[cherryxblossxms]

Cucking Buggy is all fun and good but part of me wants cuck…. Well, more like voyerist Mihawk. Poly Crossguild and the first time he just wants to watch you’re unsure what’s even going on, Crocodile started to kiss and bite down your neck and Buggy has been making whiny noises into your ear all evening and USUALLY this would be the point where Mihawk sidles up to you and takes your hand to kiss it gently and suggest taking things to the bedroom… but now he’s just sitting there in his armchair, watching with that unblinking gaze as you three are crawling naked upon the silk sheet.

He takes a sip of his wine as Buggy has you sit on his face, tonguefucking your hole like a hungry dog, muffled voice still loud between your thighs. “You seem to be enjoying yourself clown. You’re usually so desperate to stuff that cock into any hole but you haven’t even touched yourself yet. Are they really that blissful? You look like you could stay like that for hours.” You feel Buggy’s nose press against you as he nods and the vibrations of his desperate noise of affirmation against your skin. “Delightfully desperate.” Mihawk concludes, swiveling his glass.

However, Buggy’s pleasure is short lived as Crocodile yanks you of him. “Delightful.” He repeats dryly, ignoring the clowns whines. As he throws you face down, ass up into the pillows and angles himself at your hole he drawls.“But I won’t leave this bed till I am satisfied and unlike you two-“ His cock enters you, slowly enough to not make it hurt but abruptly and hard enough to surprise you and make you gasp. “I won’t be pleased by just watching alone.”

As he sets a hard pace that has you panting in short staccatos and Buggy scrambles across the bed to be closer to you once again, Mihawk tusks dismissively. “Such a brute. No patience at all. You truly are an animal Crocodile.”

You never really know when the mood to just watch will take Mihawk, sometimes he joins in anyways halfway through the act, sometimes he doesn’t even touch himself while watching. Some nights you get fucked by the other two men till you can’t think straight anymore, only faintly feeling Mihawks chm decorating your face and chest and other nights he will only assist with aftercare before wishing you all a goodnight and excusing himself to his quarters. You haven’t managed to find the pattern in these encounters yet. It’s a mystery, just like the man watching you so intently himself.

I'm sorry this reply is SO late, but I have been thinking about this message since I got it because it's just so good.

Mihawk is DEFINITELY the voyeur type. Whether or not there are other people involved, it doesn't matter.

Even though he's not touching you amidst the foursome, it feels like he's definitely in charge (though Croc would beg to differ). Making those snide comments, commenting on how fucked out you look, advising Buggy on how needy you're starting to look and clearly the clown needs to step up his game. Especially if he's not even touching himself, he just exudes that powerful energy that makes you feel like you're in the palm of his hand.

And then with Crocodile, I feel like even though only one of them is touching you, you can feel the effects of their conflicting ways of loving you and making you melt, the competition between them to see who can affect you more. Will it be the masterful physical touch of Crocodile, the way his cock moulds you to fit him perfectly and he knows exactly what buttons to press to make you melt for him? Or will it be the pure dominant energy of Mihawk, who doesn't even have to lay his hand on you for you to feel his effects, the way your heart speeds up and body starts throbbing for him?

And absolutely, even if he doesn't touch you once during the whole thing, he will give you the best aftercare. Bringing you water, a towel, or maybe even having a bath prepared in advance and washes you. Even if he's still hard from watching, even if you try to tell him you're happy to take care of his needs too, he knows your body is exhausted from everything and only wants to dote on you now.

[solomons-poison]

#15 for kiss prompts list for ryomen sukuna?

👉👈💗

Oooh Sukuna is a bold choice, but I'm happy to try to write something sweet for him! I hope you enjoy 💜

(Requests now closed upon posting this, but feel free to check out the prompt list linked below!)

Sukuna Ryomen x GN!reader

♡ sharing a surprise kiss

Kisses with Sukuna were often more a show of possessiveness than intimacy. Not that you didn't enjoy them, still, but it was a rare moment when he'd cradle you close and show you a rare moment of softness only you were privy to. Those kisses were gentle and sweet for once, rather than rough and dominating. It was just his personality causing him to be so rough, and honestly, it didn't bother you too much. But once in a while, you still craved a little more.

Sukuna wasn't stupid, either. He knew the way you melted in his arms when he kissed you like that, could hear the pounding of your heart and could practically see the hearts in your eyes as he pulled away. But he often kissed you to make a point, to show you but mostly others that you belonged to him. Nothing irked him more than seeing some loser nobody checking you out, as if they had a chance in hell. No other suitor was a match when compared to him, didn't know the spots that made you tremble, or how he loved you so good you left marks in his back, or could get you to sing his name like you were an opera singer.

But not only that, he considered you leagues above them. Sukuna insisted he was not the sentimental type, and he certainly didn't get hung up on the idea of things like soulmates or destined ones; it was a foolish thought meant for the same losers trying to court you. But damn if you weren't the closest thing to that he'd ever known. No one deserved your hand like he did. He was a possessive man, he knew that, but if he had a chance to show that you chose him, he always took it. However, you managed to make him rethink his actions, rethink what you meant to him, and unbeknownst to you, he wanted to pay you back.

That's why you were surprised tonight as you tried to enjoy some time at a nearby club with your lover. Sukuna was typically handsy, his big hands always wrapped around your hip or your shoulder, and he was always intentionally doing things to rile you up so that you'd leave early with him for more... exciting activities. But despite the ever-present hand resting on your waist, Sukuna was surprisingly obedient now. He danced with you out on the floor, got some drinks, and when you asked if he was feeling alright, he insisted he was fine. But something kept nagging at you otherwise.

Eventually you two left after a couple of hours, the thought still stuck in your mind as you entered your shared apartment that Sukuna was acting differently from usual. It sparked your anxiety, wondering if he was losing interest, so he didn't care about showing off anymore. But you barely had time to finish this thought before your boyfriend spun you around to face him, cupping your face with his huge hands and pressing his lips to yours, suppressing your gasp. When he finally pulled away, any worries that Sukuna didn't want you flew out the window the instant you saw him. Everything clicked as you saw that rare show of love burning in his eyes. In that moment, you knew he was the only one for you, just as you were his.

—

Send me a type of kiss and a character!

[solomons-poison]

wait aaa so you’re doing kiss prompts? i can’t find the prompt list but i’ll request your fav one with the lovely sorcerer Solomon ofc 🫶🏻

I am! I have the prompt list linked at the bottom of each answer and I'll link it on this one, so if there's a number you'd like in particular, then feel free to send in another request~ for now I'll go with number 4 :>

Solomon x GN!reader

♡ kissing their nose to watch them blush

Solomon could be frustratingly composed. It took a lot to catch him off guard, and seeing him flushed red and with unsure or shocked expression was incredibly addictive thanks to its rarity. Thus, occasionally it would become a game between you and Asmo to see who could break his composure first. However, your plans often backfired, and you'd find yourselves getting flustered instead, totally thrown off your rhythm as your lover only laughed at the way he'd managed to turn it around. He was simply too perceptive sometimes.

It took a long time in your relationship to figure him out. Lots of studying, observing the way he reacted to different "stimuli", almost like an experiment to gather all the necessary data to make your next move. Honestly, if Solomon knew what you were doing, he'd likely be proud to know that 1) you were so interested in him and his reactions and 2) that you were working this hard just to one-up him. However, each way you tried to look at it, you just couldn't seem to figure out how to get him.

Finally, though, as genius often does, an idea hit you unexpectedly. In a very rare instance, you'd happened to wake up first, giving you time to admire your beloved. He was usually the last to go to bed and the first to wake (seriously, when did he sleep??), so you didn't get to see his vulnerable sleeping self very much, if at all. And boy was it gorgeous, his soft white eyelashes lying against his cheeks, hair a little messy from his sleep, and a peaceful expression on his face. Honestly, it was easy to stare, just absorbing this sweet image into your mind. That was why you almost didn't notice when Solomon started to shift in the beginning stages of waking. But he inhaled deeply, shifting into a new position right before his eyes fluttered open.

You were quick to settle, shutting your eyes and evening out your breaths to appear to be sleeping, and it seemed to work as Solomon stayed quiet, clearly trying to prevent you from waking. Warm fingers suddenly touched your cheek, gentle and loving in their caress, and it made your heart ache to feel the love in his touch. You wanted so badly to lean in to him, but you had an objective to meet. Eventually, his weight shifted on the bed towards you, his hand moving to softly cup the back of your head. He often gave you a forehead kiss in the morning as his wake-up call, and you knew exactly what was coming.

That made it easy, then, to catch him off guard. Just as you felt him lean forward, you opened your eyes and shot up, kissing him on the nose. Solomon instantly froze, hand still behind your head but arm suspended in the air as his sleepy brain struggled to compute what happened. Finally, you could see the blush creep up his neck and into his cheeks, mouth opening and closing as he struggled for words. It was the prettiest sight you'd ever seen, and it was worth Solomon's kissy revenge right after that. Your idea may have only worked this one time, but as you two dissolved into sleepy giggles, you were perfectly okay with that.

—

Send me a type of kiss and a character!

[cherryxblossxms]

I saw cucking Mephisto and came running lmao...

He sees you and Diavolo sneak off during a ball and he "wants to get the scoop" (he's unbelievably horny for you but won't admit it and he's jealous to see you run off with another demon). He wants to make sure "Diavolo is ok" (he's horny for him too but refuses to admit it).

He follows the two of you to the library and hides in the stacks and keeps an eye on you as you start making out. My darling Mephisto is not a quiet guy, even though he's trying to be discreet, Diavolo knows he's there and whispers to you:

"Mephisto is watching... Shall we give him a show?" As he's kissing down your neck.

I'll let you take it from here 😘❤️

I just think Diavolo is such an exhibitionist... Don't look at me.....

Me: pspspspsps *shaking a bag full of cucking ideas like a bag of treats*

Ahahaha I love Mephisto being so thirsty for both you and Diavolo, of course he wants what he can't have~

And yes agreed, I see Dia as potentially being an exhibitionist as well. Mostly I just like to think of the demons having a few demonly vices where they're a little less in control and their nice side slips. Dia is a prince of the Devildom, he's strong and powerful, of course he wants to show off his partner in front of others and how well he can fuck you. It makes sure no one else dares to make a move on you, that you belong to him only 👀

But ughhhhhh yes Dia knowing that Mephisto is watching but continues anyway, maybe even doing things specifically to goad him on. Suddenly he's more vocal, giving you commands or praising you more loudly, so that he knows Mephisto can hear. Maybe even bends you over a library table where you're facing Mephisto's direction....

Dia wants to make sure that when Mephisto inevitably starts fucking his fist to the sounds and sight of you two together, he'll be thinking of being the one to fuck you instead (or maybe the one being fucked, its an open world). Who knows, if he's feeling particularly generous one day, maybe, just maybe, he'll let him feel your hand or your mouth, as a treat. And you'd have to get him in an incredibly generous mood for anything else.. But today's not that day, pounding you especially hard into the table, hearing the fapping and the shameful whimpering of his subordinate as Mephisto cums on the library floor, wishing he was in there instead...

[cherryxblossxms]

I saw that tag. You do NOT have to tell me twice.

Okay. So horny time for Mammon. Why Mammon today? Idk, domme energy is just high lately.

I want to make him cry. He wants to cum so, so badly but y'see I found this spell for a magic cock ring.

He's begging and pleading to cum but he has to he a good boy and tell me where he wants to cum.

He'll get to when he promises to give me all of his cum, stuff me full and give me a pretty demon baby 💕

(I am so sorry for responding late and I hope you see this OTL )

Oooh yes Mammon would go absolutely nuts with a cock ring hehe

You're so right on the domme energy, and it's exactly what Mammon deserves haha. Definitely he's begging up a storm, desperate for any kind of relief. And the moment you let him know how to earn it, he's ready to do anything for you.

I can just picture him humping the air, pumping his hips, trying to get any kind of friction and relief. He's never been so hard in his life. He wants to be good for you, of course he does, but it's so hard when you're not touching him and all he wants is to be buried inside you. He'd happily give you all the cum you want, you just need to take the damned cock ring off and he'll give you every drop, he's trying to convince you.

And he's a hot mess all the while, hair completely ruffled, pupils blown and precum leaking everywhere. He can barely get his thoughts straight, much less a coherent sentence, but he manages it eventually for you. Whatever it takes to be your good boy, give you every last bit of him that you want~

[solomons-poison]

Hi dear! Here's a distraction. Nanami and 15 for a surprise kiss 💋

Oooh surprise kiss with Nanami sounds cute, thank you!

Nanami Kento x GN!reader

♡ sharing a surprise kiss

Nanami was known for his self-control, and he prided himself on being respectful of others and how he acted in public spaces. This included but was not limited to PDA, in particular. Of course, he always wanted to shower you in kisses on a regular basis, but he would never want to embarrass you, or call attention to you two in a way that made you uncomfortable. But something about you today was really testing his limits.

Nothing had changed. Your casual outfit was one he'd seen last week, your smile the same radiance he always adored, and he had brought you to his usual favorite bakery in search of sandwiches and a spot of coffee. You'd taken a couple seats in the corner, just enjoying the ambience and taking your time eating. It was all familiar, routine almost, something you two had done countless times and that you'd do countless times again.

But as you laughed at a story he told, something silly involving some new students at the school, he found himself mesmerized and lovestruck. It never failed to amaze him, the feelings you awoke in him. He didn't often think of himself as a romantic, honestly, although his actions with you spoke otherwise. But he always found himself thinking mushy thoughts with an aching heart, imagining growing old with you, planning out all the recipes you two could make, making a home together.

Before he even knew he was doing it, Nanami leaned forward in his chair. You'd just finished sharing your own student story, still laughing and distracted, and just barely registered what was happening before feeling a soft presence on your lips. The kiss was sweet, and very short, Nanami would never overdo it in public for the sake of your comfort. Almost instantly, you could feel your face heat up, frozen for a moment before your lips tugged up in an automatic smile, making Nanami chuckle. It felt like your body left the stratosphere.

The look in your lover's eyes could only be described as lovesick, the sweetest smile you'd ever seen gracing his own lips as he waited for you to float back down to Earth. Between the kiss and his smile, you couldn't help but feel like jello, and Nanami slipped his fingers in between yours as he waited. Of course you couldn't help but ask what brought this on, but he just responded in the calmest manner that he simply loved you (effectively dealing double damage). If anyone else, especially a particular white-haired sorcerer, could see him now, he's sure he'd be the butt of their jokes. But that didn't matter to him. All he knew was that he treasured these little moments with you immensely, and was hoping for many, many more to come.

—

Send me a type of kiss and a character!

[cherryxblossxms]

"Sundress season, amirite?"

Nanami didn't know. Not until he got home and looked up this 'sundress season'.

And then immediately gets hooked on the idea of it. Ease of access. Pretty patterns. Form fitting.

Enjoy the thirsting, dearest!

🩶💕🩶💕🩶

Hhhhhhhhhh yes Nanami and sundress season, I crave it

Maybe you bring it up just as a joke to him, but once he learns about what it is, he's completely hooked. He'd be the biggest proponent for it, but of course in a very classy, respectful way. He's not Gojo, after all.

But he's very, very happy to help you find a cute sundress, giving you seemingly innocent feedback about the colors, the cut of the dress, the way it accents your body. He'll help you find the perfect match, or several really, something for each day of the week. Once he's memorized what you like best, he's definitely buying them for you going forward. He wants to help you feel cute and also comfortable, beating the summer heat in style.

And once that's accomplished, he's making sure to fuck you in it. For sure, he loves how easy it is to just slide a hand up your thigh, cup you and tease you through your underwear, and especially enjoys the ease with which he can simply tug aside your underwear to touch you directly, all under the guise of still being clothed. Or he might grab your ass here and there when he knows for certain no one can see, if hes feeling really cheeky (pardon the pun).

And he goes absolutely nuts if you go without any underwear. You just bend over, pretending to pick something up and giving him a peek up your skirt, and he practically pounces on you. 100% keeps your dress on while he fucks you (and is careful about getting it dirty). You just have to make sure you only do that at home, he'd hate if anyone else ever accidentally saw something that was only meant for his eyes alone...

[solomons-poison]

Kissing prompt number 1 with gojo from Jujutsu kaisen because he'll be a baby when he's sick ☠️

Agreed, anon 😔 he gets some kind of wound in battle, he acts like he's fine. But the second he has a cold, and especially if he knows you'll dote on him, he'll be such a baby about it haha

Gojo Satoru x GN!reader

♡ kissing their forehead to check for a temperature when they’re sick

Gojo was one of those people that never got sick. You weren't sure if it was just his particularly sturdy constitution, or perhaps the pathogens somehow knew he was the strongest sorcerer alive. He'd often joke the same, stating that perhaps his infinity protected him, though that felt a little sacrilegious to you in truth. Regardless, you never saw so much as a sniffle from him for the longest time, and it was easy to start to believe that he really couldn't get sick like other people. But of course, per Murphy's Law, "If anything can happen, it will happen".

Lo and behold, you were shocked, to say the least, when you woke one morning to your sweetheart's flushed face, expression distorted in discomfort and nose sniffling grossly. You urged Gojo to get up, try to take him to the doctor or at least out of bed to clean up and get some food and liquids. Though he didn't look the best, you figured he was still okay. What was a little sickness to someone that regularly dealt with so much more, physically demanding work? He'd need to rest, sure, but you expected him to just shrug you off like usual and go on with his day.

However, the surprises kept coming as he only clung to you, telling you how truly awful he felt and how you were so mean to push him on. He was sick, shouldn't you be doting on him, giving him breakfast in bed, sitting at his bedside like a loving spouse? It was clear he was laying it on thick, his pretty lips tugged down in the most childish pout you'd ever seen. But his baby blues really called out to your heart and you couldn't bear to say no, not when he actually was sick and probably needing a little help.

Thus, the mission to help Gojo feel better began. Making him tea, getting some bone broth and making rice porridge, and of course fetching him blankets and tissues galore. The sniffling and pouting continued here and there, particularly if you refused him something, and it was always quick to turn around the moment you gave in. You knew he was laying it on thick, taking advantage of his lover's kindness to have you dote on him. But every so often, when he thought you were busy, you would catch a glimpse of him and his true state, his cheeky smirk replaced with a frown.

If anything told you just how sick he actually was, or how uncomfortable he felt, it was that, letting his guard drop to show you rare moments of sincerity. So you accepted it, maybe he deserved a little one-on-one attention from you anyway. As you brought him some porridge, hands occupied with the tray, you automatically leaned forward, pressing your lips to his forehead to check his temperature. He'd started to ask you something, but the gesture stopped him in his tracks, his already-flushed face somehow managing to flush even further. He couldn't help giving you a goofy smile in return, sniffling a little, and you knew you'd do anything to help your lover feel better.

—

Send me a type of kiss and a character!

[solomons-poison]

okay so hear me out. for the kinds of kisses prompt that you reblogged. satan from obey me and the prompt "kissing them while tending to their wounds". like he gets angry with someone (not mc) and gets injured somehow and mc tends to his wounds.

Aww I like that idea! I'm sure Satan would love MC tending to him, and I think it's nice to imagine comforting Satan that way after he's in a fight. This one got away from me a little bit lol, the paragraphs are a little long but I'm still keeping to my 5 paragraph rule

Satan x GN!reader

♡ sharing a kiss while cleaning their wounds

Satan was always so careful about his fits of rage these days. In the beginning, of course, he let his emotions fly loose and could be incredibly cruel, a true demon in his personality and viciousness. But after meeting you, he became cautious, careful, a sweeter side emerging as he embraced other emotions besides his rage. Although you'd never deny him his natural sin, he knew you didn't like it when he was violent, and he never wanted to scare you away by doing something wrong. But sometimes it just took the wrong comment or someone's stupidity and it was easy, then, to give in and let his rage take him.

That's what led to now, as he trudged into the House of Lamentation, covered in some cuts and bruises, drying blood stuck in his hair and clothes. Someone at R.A.D. had made a less than savory comment about you, making disgusting implications about you and the Devildom's most powerful, that instantly made his blood boil, and all he could see was red. The fight was over before he knew it, his opponent barely being able to limp away at the end, and he instantly hated himself for what he'd done. It mostly just looked worse than it was, asides from the ache developing in his bones. He had hoped to maybe slip past you, get himself fixed up before you found out what happened, but of course you stumbled across him first.

Regardless, he hated being dishonest with you. As much as it would hurt, he still made sure to be up front about these things, made sure to never lie about something so important. He had earned your love and your trust, and he was so, so careful in keeping it. But that didn't stop his heart from feeling like someone was squeezing it tight when he saw the look on your face, a mixture of worry and fear as you took in his sight. He knew it wasn't fear of him, you always reassured him of that. (Sometimes he worried too if your life wasn't at risk being with someone like him.) But rather you feared for his safety.

It was almost comical, the fragile little human worrying about the safety of a near-immortal being with a great amount of power. He could even use magic to heal most wounds, not much worse for wear by the end of it. But he knew you better than that. You weren't a fragile creature, you were stronger than most people he knew. Perhaps not physically, but your courage and honestly gave you strength beyond his measures. And you were always there when he needed you, ready with your little first aid kit and careful hands to pour your strength into him, help him heal with your touch.

As he watched you patch up his wounds, now cleaned up after a shower, his earlier rage was now replaced with overflowing love and adoration. It was incredible the way you affected him, turned him around and let him experience so many new feelings while being so forgiving to his darker side. He wasn't sure he'd ever be able to verbalize just how much it all meant to him, how much you meant to him. But as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your lips, warmed from his hot shower but warmer from his heart beating wildly, he hoped that perhaps his feelings still came through this way, at least. And given the way your hands paused in your tender care, eyes fluttering shut to lean into him, give in to his touch, it reassured him a little that it did.

—

Send me a type of kiss and a character!