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[plaguechyld]

Omega! Muzan headcanons? 👀

Oooo sure

I'm also kinda tempted to write omega!muzan with an enigma!reader in a full fic (for those who dont know what an enigma is in ABO terms its the rank that falls above alphas in some variations of the verse)

Contains: ABO verse, afab!muzan, omega!muzan, sexual content, mentions of pregnancy + kids, subbot!muzan, domtop!reader, enigma!reader

SFW

Omega!Muzan who is very picky about the type of fabric his clothing is made out of. If its too scratchy he won't ever wear it.

Omega!Muzan who enjoys being taken out to see beautiful secluded spots on dates

Omega!Muzan who doesn't submit alphas or betas at all and has a strong resistance to alpha pheromones.

Omega!Muzan who makes his nest extremely extravagant, even going as far as to buy a special made nesting bed that is shaped like a large cat bed.

Omega!Muzan who decorates his nest with soft lavender and down filled pillows and blankets at all times.

Omega!Muzan who likes to light scented candles in every room to help soothe him when he's stressed.

Omega!Muzan who's scent smells like toasted sugar, pumpkin and vanilla.

Omega!Muzan who takes a long time doing self care and takes baths with rose petals or bubbles in the water.

Omega!Muzan who must have dim light when he's in heat and therefore uses only his candles and not any types of lamps.

Omega!Muzan who spends a considerable amount of time curled up against [name].

Omega!Muzan who loves going to the hot springs with his lover.

Omega!Muzan who's appetite increases incredibly the week before his heat cycle starts and craves strong healthy flesh, preferably healthy women with marechi blood because they give the most nutrition to a demon.

Omega!Muzan who always demands several massages from [name] after his heat cycle ends.

Omega!Muzan who has never wanted pups before meeting [name] and now he can't seem to get the image of little ones running around and asking [name] for food...

Omega!Muzan who is hesitant to have pups because he doubts whether or not he'd be a good mother, though he always feels better when [name] reassures him about it.

Omega!Muzan who first met [name] out on the streets of Asasuka when [name]'s engima pheromones kickstarted his heat unexpectedly.

Omega!Muzan who felt drawn to [name] and didn't kill him in that moment and instead kidnapped him

Omega!Muzan who was surprised when [name] apologized for kickstarting his heat cycle and agreed to help him through it because he didn't believe that someone of [name]'s rank would do something like that.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!!

NSFW

Omega!Muzan who enjoys being in a mating press during his heats because it satisfies his more carnal needs.

Omega!Muzan who loves it when [name] bites him on his thighs, chest and neck

Omega!Muzan who is a bit of a brat when he's having sex and not in heat, but he's easy to manage for [name].

Omega!Muzan who loves dressing up in soft and expensive lingerie and blushes every time [name] presents him with another set.

Omega!Muzan who adores wearing [name]'s clothing while being fucked because it forces him to be able to only smell [name] during a session

Omega!Muzan who is brought to tears really easily when he's in heat.

[ghcstcd]

I got some Alphas, got some Copias, and even a Dewdrop of two

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[iridescent-solstice]

˗ˏˋ☁️‧ ₊ ˚ 🦋 ‧ ₊ ♡ˎˊ˗

{Headcannons for an upcoming au i'm planning} Not enough people talk about Claude after he loses Ciel Phantomhive's soul to Sebastian... Especially not ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ!ᴄʟᴀᴜᴅᴇ... ໒꒰ྀི ˃  ∩∩  ˂ ꒱ྀི১

{Wolf spider!Claude X moth!reader}

🕸 ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ!ᴄʟᴀᴜᴅᴇ who goes back to his claimed territory, sulking the whole way after his loss. Because for the first time in a million years H̷̬͖̻͒e̷̢̝̫͖̯̍̇̀͊ ̷̬̻́l̴͖̹̅͋ọ̴̈́s̶͇̬͔̆̈́̚͝ẗ̴̪́̎̃̿ ̴̢̧͚̜̊͠ḩ̴̛͍̰̳̂̄͐i̷̠͇̥̹̓͆́̊s̶͎͍̘͊͑̐̽ ̵̗̆̌́̿̍p̵̦͎̥̟͔̈́̾ṙ̸̺̼̉ī̶̭̻͇͉̕z̴̥̠̙̳̅̃̒e̷̹͙͋ This loss is not easy pill to swallow when he's the one, who's infamously known as the calmest and composed in any given scenario. He finds himself losing his cool. His anger, and rage causing continuous damage both around his and others territory.

🕸 ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ!ᴄʟᴀᴜᴅᴇ and his presumptuous nature, overconfident and eccentric behaviour being the reason behind his biggest failure, that too to a younger demon! - A massive blow to his ego... Sebastian absolutely getting the upper hand on him once he loses his poise. A more established and esteemed demon losing in such a manor would absolutely make him a laughingstock among the inhabitants of hell... And it does. That too because of a human soul's aroma? Preposterous! Claude is absolutely seething in solitude. So, he makes up for his loss of reputation by unleashing absolute chaos onto whoever dares to even snicker at him.

The aroma of Ciel Phantomhive's soul... An aroma he had yet to ever encounter on his own adventures... Truly a noteworthy meal. He'd even applaud Sebastian if he wasn't kitten licking his bruised ego.

So, you can see why he's so perplexed when he senses the same fragrance back in hell... On a demon too... A pretty one, one lesser in status than him, but makes up with her resourcefulness. The unique skull like birthmark on your forehead, just above your adorable doe eyes, and the quiet buzzing of your wings makes him shudder in excitement. Ideas of you writhing underneath him... In his arms, as he makes you his own... Hmm exciting, no? So, like the opportunistic hunter he is, eager to win your affections he revels in the idea of a chase. Especially after one as mesmerising as you are ♡

🕸 ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ!ᴄʟᴀᴜᴅᴇ who searches high and low for you, but is stumped to see you are nowhere to be found... Where he wants you to be. Only for you to walk right into the palm of his hand. Clueless as to who even has his eyes on you. You, the runt of the litter just trying to find a place to settle, and you strut right into his lair for a measly amount of nectar and honey. Once he gets his hands on you however...He will never ever let you leave his sight. You're his whether you like it or not~

"There's no use in trying to run little one, you're mine now~"

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ: @thefallofruins ╰➤ {ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ, ᴏʀ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪꜰɪᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ}

[sagisbrainrot]

my favorite svsss moment of all time is when shen qingqiu was learning about tianlang-jun’s plan, thinking it’s the stereotypical villain plan, and says “oh let me guess?? You’re gonna destroy all of humanity?!?” And tianlang-jun paused, legitimately confused, and goes “uh… no????? Why would you… think that??? I love humans I just think the ones who sealed me, betrayed my heart and tried to kill my son should die but that’s kinda reasonable idk”

[redvexillum]

iykyk

[kabukiaku]

🔥FIRE GHOULS 🔥

Alpha, Sodo, and Ifrit. been wanting to draw them for a while now, so I did all three. 🖤

[kenziebluex]

All Mine

Giyū Tomioka - Kinktober 2024 Day 6 - A/B/O Heat

♫ Plaza - All Mine

Story Description: Every Saturday night, Cam Boy Giyu hosts a live broadcast. But one particular evening, something unexpected happens during his private session with Reader - he goes into heat. Surprised by this turn of events, Giyu comes up with a brilliant idea. Reader lives only 20 minutes away from him - why not ask for their help in getting through his heat?

Tags: Camboy Giyu, A/B/O Heat, Bottom Giyu, Omega Giyu, Alpha Reader, Pegging, Orgasm Delay, Scent Marking, Multiple Orgasm 

“You want me to do what?” you practically screamed, but whispered at the same time in an attempt to keep your voice down and not disturb any of your lingering housemates.

“Come over and help me through my heat, Alpha.” Giyu whined out, obviously uncomfortable with his raging hard in hand. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his muscles trembled with the intensity of his approaching heat.

You were accustomed to seeing him naked, but today it was more intense than usual. This was the first time you two had fully interacted….

It all started a year ago when you stumbled upon a local cam boy while searching for omega porn videos to get you through the night. At first, you were hesitant about watching a livestream, but once you saw him, you were hooked.

His upper face was obscured, but his body was undeniably sinful. As an omega, he was surprisingly fit with defined abs and veins trailing down his happy trail. You caught a glimpse of his black hair, tied back in a ponytail, leading you to assume it was long. 

But it wasn't just his appearance that drew you in. When he moaned, his voice took on a higher pitch, but when he spoke normally, it was a sweet and low tone that captivated you. You were hooked on his voice and his body.

Before long, you became an active watcher - chatting in the comments, sending money, and fulfilling any requests the omega had.

It only took a few months of interactions before you caught Giyu’s eye. He only had a few regulars and never went out his way to message anyone asking if they wanted a private stream. But he kept seeing your username and he was curious. More times than he can count he started looking out for your username in the chat, following any instruction you gave him. Your politeness and commanding attitude in the chat intrigued him.

He realized that it was becoming a habit. So when one night you messaged you wanted to see his face he almost moved the camera up. He realized he was screwed due to his need for you. 

Despite rarely doing private streams and only accepting offers from Alphas with large sums of money, he wanted to host one for you.

You couldn't believe your eyes right now. It was halloween night and while everyone else went out, you stayed in to watch Giyu's special one-hour livestream. Given that halloween fell on a Friday this year he decided to do a one hour livestream over his usual 3 hour livestream. 

The stream ended a couple of minutes ago and you were glad that you watched it. He had used your favorite toy of his, a 7-inch orange dildo with ridges along the sides, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from the screen as he moaned in pleasure. You weren't sure how it could feel good, but with the way he moaned while using it you knew it did. 

Even though you didn’t cum, watching him ride the toy made you incredibly horny. Your breath would hitch up everytime he would moan out a string of words. 

What shocked you a few minutes after the stream had ended your message chat box pinged signaling you had an offer for a private stream.

Giyu: Hey, 

Would you be interested in doing a private stream? I do them sometimes for my most dedicated followers. ☺

Most dedicated? Okay that’s a little embarrassing, you thought, feeling slightly flustered. So that means he has seen your comments, you knew there was a chance he had and at times you felt like he was listening to you when you suggested he move a certain way or perform certain actions. You thought it was wishful thinking but realized you weren’t just being delusional. 

You accepted the invitation without much thought, eager for the private stream to begin. As you joined the chat room with a black screen, you took a few minutes to make sure your makeup was still flawless and your outfit was just revealing enough, anticipating where the night would lead.

The anticipation only grew as Giyu's message appeared in the chat: "I'll be in the room soon, sorry to keep you waiting." You could sense his nerves through his words, making you even more excited for what was to come.

If you thought you were nervous, Giyu was a hot mess. He felt flustered and hot so he needed a moment hoping to cool off. In his head, you were the Alpha of his fantasies and he couldn't wait to finally meet you one on one. He had already fallen for your personality in such a short amount of time, so he wasn't worried about your looks - he knew you would be absolutely stunning. 

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to calm his nerves or cool off from the intense heat coursing through him. He was practically purring. 

The anticipation had been building for 10 long minutes, and just as you were about to give up and go in search of a snack, the screen finally began to load. Your heart raced as Giyu's polite smile appeared on the screen, but you were too distracted by his shirtless chest to notice the nerves that flitted across his face. You couldn't help but admire the way his muscles and abs rippled under his skin, even though you saw it every week. You were grateful that the camera wasn't on, so he couldn't see the hunger in your eyes.

"Sorry I'm late," he said with a stretch, giving you another tantalizing view of his chiseled abs and defined V-line. Jesus, he was even more attractive in person.

"Don't apologize," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fluttering in your stomach. 

"I'm sure you had to change after your stream. And you look good, by the way." you added in a nervous laugh, immediately regretting your boldness. But when you saw the shocked and then red-faced expression on Giyu's face, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having caught him off guard with your compliment.

“Oh, uh, I had to clean up. And...um...you look good too,” he realized his mistake and stumbled over a follow-up sentence.

“I mean, I'm sure you look great. That's not what I meant. What I meant was, um, if I could see you right now, you would be...beautiful.” Giyu's face was turning red from embarrassment and he couldn't seem to find the right words.

“Sorry, I'm just really nervous,” he finally admitted in a hushed tone, as if it were a secret. You gave him a moment to collect himself before speaking again. 

After a fit of laughter, you assured him that you understood what he meant. You decided to turn on your camera at this moment. You were wearing a black robe that was typically reserved for when you were working on your computer, in case any of your roommates barged into your room. The robe had a low v-shaped neckline that accentuated your cleavage, but it was long enough to make you feel comfortable walking around the dorm in it. 

For the second time tonight, you managed to surprise Giyu. Not only did he not expect you to turn on the camera, but he also didn't expect you to be his type exactly. In fact, you were the most stunning woman he had ever spoken to; his body couldn't hide its reaction. He was already starting to overheat just from looking at you, and every part of him wanted to get down on his knees and worship your body. 

He had only caught a glimpse of your chest, but it was enough to leave him desperate for more. You could tell that he was incredibly turned on, and his flushed cheeks gave it away. He let out a soft whimper before reaching down to relieve some of the pressure in his cock. 

“Stop.” Your commanding voice rang out, stopping his movement in its tracks. His hand had been hovering over his imprint in his pants before dropping to his side. He let out a small whine, his eyes glazed with desire. You didn't know what came over you, but seeing that he actually listened to you ignited a fire within you. 

"Baby, I didn't give you permission to touch yourself," you said, smirking at the screen.

"Sorry Alpha, I didn't mean to," he replied wide-eyed, looking up at you for your reaction.

"Alpha? We just got on the call and you're already calling me Alpha. How...slutty," you teased, leaning closer to the camera and locking eyes with him. "If you want to be so good for your alpha, you won't touch yourself without permission."

"Yes ma'am," Giyu replied, his voice thick with desire. His thighs clenched as he tried to restrain himself from giving into his lust. 

You couldn't understand why he was so turned on by this exchange, but the answer would soon become clear.

Giyu could feel that something was amiss. He had a strong sexual desire and usually had no problem controlling himself, but now he felt like he could climax from just a light breeze. It wasn't until a few moments later that he realized he was in heat.

"Babe, can you do me a favor?" Giyu finally spoke up, fully aware of the situation he was in. "I'm going to send you an address, how far away are you from there?"

The chat box lit up to indicate that you had received his message. You were curious so you searched the address on your GPS and showed him the screen. 

Giyu's heart leaped with joy when he saw the address and noticed that you were only 20 minutes away. 

"That's my address," he said, trying to remain calm but feeling nervous about moving too quickly. He didn't want to scare you off, but his body was begging for you.

"This might be too soon for you, but I'm going into heat," Giyu continued, noticing that you were still in shock. "I really need you to have sex with me." He whimpered as another wave of heat washed over him, his body obediently refraining from touching his erection.

“You want me to do what?” you practically screamed, but whispered at the same time in an attempt to keep your voice down and not disturb any of your lingering housemates.

“Come over and help me through my heat, Alpha.” Giyu whined out, obviously uncomfortable with his raging hard in hand. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his muscles trembled with the intensity of his approaching heat.

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As you pulled up to Giyu's place, you couldn't help but feel nervous. The entire drive over, you and Giyu discussed your interests and expectations for the evening. You both agreed that this was not a one-time thing and that you were interested in dating each other. Spending his heat with him was just the start of your relationship, and you were already planning future dates together.

As you walked to the entrance of his apartment complex, you barely had time to admire the Halloween decorations before he pulled you into a tight hug followed by a passionate kiss that left you breathless. His scent, a mixture of cinnamon and apples, enveloped you and sent shivers down your spine. In that moment, you knew he was meant for you.

You had seen him on a screen before, but seeing him in person was a whole different experience. Your instincts kicked in, urging you to show him that you could provide for him and take care of him. You could feel yourself growling at the thought. Deciding that enough talking had been done, all you wanted now was to stake your claim on this beautiful man standing in front of you.

"Take me upstairs," you commanded the jumpy omega, who couldn't hide his excitement. He was in heat, so it wasn't surprising when he stopped snuggling and marking your neck with his scent as you climbed the stairs. 

In that moment, a wave of possessiveness washed over you. Questions like "Who has he done this with?" and "How often?" raced through your mind. You didn't realize you were saying them out loud in a series of grunts, consumed by the smell of your omega in heat. 

"No one, it's just you. I promise, only you," Giyu sobbed against your neck, overwhelmed by the emotions radiating from you. "Just you, Alpha. Please."

You set your bag down next to the bed and quickly got to work, sensing another round of heat coming from him. Pushing Giyu to sit on the edge of the bed, you knelt down in front of him and made yourself comfortable as you slid his shorts down his legs.

Even though you still emitted an angry scent, he could feel that it wasn't directed at him, and the overwhelming scent of lust soon took over those feelings. 

"Let me know if it's too much," you said, even though deep down you knew he wouldn't stop you. You continued to position yourself between his legs, eager to please him. 

Giyu's cock was already hard and pointed towards the ceiling, leaking precum. His thighs were trembling slightly, a sign that he wouldn't last long. You started by kissing along his length, pressing your face against him as he gasped. Moving down, you left a trail of kisses on his inner thighs and sucked on his skin, leaving marks behind. The scent of him was intoxicating and it only made you want him more. 

You couldn't resist any longer and licked up the precum that had pooled on his abs. You needed to taste him on your tongue. 

"Talk to me, babe," you growled as your hands gripped his legs, holding him still. You wanted to hear every moan and word that came from his mouth. He had been trying so hard not to move but you could see how overwhelmed he was. 

"I need- I need your mouth on me," Giyu finally spoke, his voice raspy from holding back. "I can't stop thinking about it; how good it would feel and how well you would suck me off. I wonder if you can deepthroat and if-" His words were cut off as you took the tip of his cock into your mouth, eliciting a string of pleas from him. 

You took your time playing with the head of his cock, tracing over the veins with your tongue knowing it would drive him crazy. Twisting around his length, you used your tongue to swirl around the tip before taking him halfway into your throat again. "Please, I'm going to come," Giyu whined as he dropped his hands to the side and gripped onto the mattress. 

"Say my name," you demanded as you took him all the way down your throat. It had been a while since you deepthroated someone, but for Giyu, you were determined to do it.

"I'm coming," he stuttered, his grip on your hair tightening. "Y/N, you have to-"

You didn't let up, taking him even deeper while sucking harder. You held onto his hips to prevent him from thrusting up into your mouth as he came. His body tensed and he let out a loud moan, his abs tightening as he released into your mouth. He gripped onto your hair tightly and if you weren't holding onto his thighs, you knew he would be fucking your face in that moment. 

After a few moments, he stopped whimpering and his body relaxed, no longer spasming. You rubbed his sides, congratulating him on a job well done as the last waves of his orgasm washed over him. As he calmed down, his hands found their way to your face, gently lifting it up to bring you into a kiss. Your lips battled for dominance before he gave in, allowing you to lead the kiss with passion and heat. 

"You okay?" you whispered, pulling back from the kiss but still leaving small pecks on his lips. 

"I need more," he whispered back, his eyes showing how lost he was in the moment. His heat had finally taken over completely. Usually omegas in heat were demanding and needy, but Giyu seemed quite docile under your touch. It only proved to you that he was strong and perfect for you.

Before you approached him, you had both agreed that you would be the one topping Giyu during his heat. Normally, he preferred to be in control, but when he was in heat, he wanted nothing more than to be dominated. He enjoyed someone else taking charge and this played into his desire to bottom during his heats. 

As you broke away from your embrace, you grabbed your bag and emptied its contents while both of you looked through what you packed. The bag contained two dildos, lube, gloves, fuzzy handcuffs, and a strap-on. Without hesitation, Giyu blushed as he reached for the strap-on and lube, handing them to you. 

"I already prepared earlier, so you don't have to," he said nervously, avoiding eye contact. Glancing down, you noticed that he was already half-hard. Even if he hadn't prepared himself beforehand, it wouldn't have been difficult given how slick he was. 

You began undressing, placing your clothes on a nearby chair. As you stripped down, Giyu couldn't help but stare at your body with admiration.

"Lie down for me," you commanded as you removed his shirt. He obediently lay on his stomach, giving you the perfect view of his back dimples and toned shoulders. 

But it was his ass that truly caught your attention in this position. His arousal was impossible to hide as slick leaked down his legs. With his head buried in his hands and a groan escaping his lips when you touched him, Giyu muttered "Alpha" into his arm as you inserted two fingers into him.

Determined to hear more moans from him, you worked on finding his prostate. You were desperate to get inside him at this point. When your fingers finally hit the right spot and elicited a high-pitched whine from Giyu's mouth, you teased him by continuously hitting that sweet spot inside him. He was practically drooling into the pillow, arching his back to present himself for you. 

Feeling overwhelmed with desire, you removed your fingers, met with even more whines from Giyu. You moved away to adjust the strap-on, eager to finally fuck him.

"You've been so good for me, omega. Here's what's going to happen: you'll keep presenting yourself for me and I'll fuck you. You can grip the headboard, but no more hiding your moans. Got it?" you said, turning his head to face you.

"Okay," he whispered, avoiding eye contact. 

"Nope, look at me."

"Yes, Y/n. Yes, Alpha," he cried out as he looked into your eyes. His cock was painfully hard, trapped and rubbing against the bed. Panting heavily, he let out a high-pitched moan as soon as you were fully inside him. You couldn't help but watch in pleasure as his thighs flexed around you. If only you could feel all the sensations he was feeling right now; you just knew he would be squeezing your cock so tightly.

He attempted to reach for his own cock before remembering your command and leaving it alone. 

His body convulsed violently, his back arching off the bed as if begging for more. His hole quivered around the fake cock as he climaxed without any touch to his own cock, rubbing it raw against the rough sheets. Giyu groaned into the pillow, thrusting back against you with a desperate need for another release.

“Ah fuck-.” Giyu moaned into the pillow thrusting back.

This was your cue to continue fucking him harder and faster, giving in to your own desire. Your hips moved in a steady rhythm, gradually building up speed until Giyu's panting became harsh and ragged. You could tell he was on the brink of his third orgasm of the night as he eagerly surrendered himself to you. 

"Come for me, my love. Show me how good I make you feel," you muttered between gasps, feeling your own climax approaching. The strap pressed mercilessly against your sensitive center with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body. 

You were lost in the ecstasy, unsure of what triggered your own orgasm - whether it was the way Giyu's lower back flexed or his sweet moans that pushed you over the edge.

"Giyu, I'm coming!" you cried out, burying your face in his shoulder as you climaxed. But before you could catch your breath, you reached under him and took hold of his throbbing cock, stroking it with practiced ease. It only took three strokes before he exploded in a mind-numbing release. His hips jerked uncontrollably as he shouted out ("Alpha! Y/N! Please!") and collapsed onto the sheets in a trembling heap.

You watched in awe as Giyu's body finally relaxed into a deep slumber, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath. And as you held him close, still buzzing from your intense lovemaking session, you couldn't help but feel grateful for every moment shared with this incredible man who gave you everything you ever wanted.

Your legs trembled for a moment as you rose from the bed. You carefully turned him onto his side and went to the attached bathroom to gather cleaning supplies. Wiping him down with a towel, you also cleaned yourself before returning to his side. Finding a blanket, you covered the wet spot on the bed knowing he wouldn't wake up anytime soon.

As he snored lightly, you laid back down next to him. His brows furrowed and his nose scrunched in his sleep. He rolled over, searching for your body and finding your side before curling into you. His face relaxed into a peaceful expression and he resumed snoring.

There was no denying it - this omega was meant for you.

taglist: @staygoldsquatchling02 @nousija @kanamethekasugaicrow

hope you enjoyed! follow for more! -des

[exaltior-a]

idk how exactly to word this exactly but in the same vein that homestuck fans demonize jane they put roxy on this pedestal of being the perfect angel. except roxy is.. just as much of an asshole as the rest of the alpha kids? obviously her alcoholism effects her in her earlier depictions but like. she still pushes her friends boundaries. she sents that virus to jane that blows up her computer. she constantly hits on dirk despite acknowledging his sexuality and his lack of interest, telling janes secrets to jake with minimal pushing. i love roxy, dont get me wrong, but ignoring her flaws and acting like shes incapable of acting selfish, mean or hurting her friends (JUST LIKE THE REST OF THE ALPHAS DO) is stupid. you dont like roxy if you only like the idea of her as a flawless person.

[allastoredeer]

Me : well maybe it's not that bad?

Me : looking for radioapple art and immediately get hit with big buff Alastor and tiny shorter than in canon Lucifer, Lucifer in a dress getting fucked by Alastor, Lucifer in a dress getting fucked by big buff Alastor, Lucifer who look like 5 yo and 'suave sugar daddy' Alastor who holds him and each with thousands of likes and absolutely zero of anything else than that

Me : nope 🙃😔

Save me Vox/Al artists, save me

Man, I love Vox/Alastor art so much.

I just love the Vox/Alastor ship as a whole, be it one-sided, mutual, or anything in between, and a lot of it stems from Alastor still feeling like he's Alastor.

I mean, I think people make Alastor a little more cruel and heartless towards Vox sometimes, but overall he still feels like himself. He gets to be dangerous and manipulative and he gets to be silly and whimsical. It's perfect.

Adding a cut right here because this post got WAY longer than I anticipated ⬇️

I think with RadioApple, when it comes to Alastor, people lean too much into this:

And not enough into this:

It feels like his fun, sassy, and whimsical side gets stripped away and he's turned into a stereotypically tall, dark and menacing love interest.

Where's his flamboyancy? His razzamatazz! As Susan would say, "Where's the showmanship? Where's the pizzaz? Fucking mediocre."

If I'm reading a fic or looking at art and I can't imagine their Alastor doing one of his girly-pop wrist flicks -

- then I can't keep going. His girly-pop vibes are too important to me.

Of course, when it comes to tone in both fics and art, sometimes fun and whimsical aren't what the artist is going for. But even outside of NSFW art and stories, so often Alastor just feels...bland. He feels too stiff. Too much like a suave, old fashioned, smooth talking gentleman, and not enough like a fun, silly, and sassy little freak who loves trolling people.

And with Lucifer if feels like they lean too much into this:

And not enough of this:

I feel like any, if not all, of Lucifer's flaws are brushed aside so often and so easily.

He feels softened and watered down. Like he's either a sad & awkward UwU boi all the time, or he's the most flamboyant, seductive little minx there is. And to be fair, he is both a very sad boi and a seductive little minx.

But rarely does he ever come across as powerful to me. A lot of the time he feels too normal. Or too sad and naive. Literally, like he could be any other sinner if I didn't already know he was the kind of Hell. And that's so funny to me because we've seen him openly and extravagantly display his powers multiple times in the show--not to the extent that he did in the finale--but he was definitely flaunting all the things he could do, make, or summon for Charlie during his musical-battle with Alastor. He was 100% showing off how powerful he is.

Not only that, but, honestly, Lucifer feels too open and sincere because that man is judgmental as fuck.

Going back to the "Dad Beat Dad" episode, there are multiple examples of him being a self-righteous little shit: 1) he was incredibly critical of Charlie's hotel the moment he stepped inside, even if he tried, and failed, to cover it, 2) he didn't even try to hide his disgust for Alastor's bar, which he didn't even know was incorporated by Alastor (who he hadn't even met him yet) and could've been incorporated by Charlie or Vaggie, for all he knew, 3) he wasn't taking Charlie's hotel or her plan for redemption seriously from the start, he didn't even have his mind open to the possibility, he wasn't there to hear about her plans he was only there to see her, and 3) when the hotel was attacked by the loan sharks, instead of making them go away or preventing the hotel from being damaged - which he could have very easily done with no amount of effort - he hung back and smugly reiterated that he was right and sinners can't be redeemed and Charlie should just give up on her goals/dreams because it's just not possible so there's no point in trying.

Like, Charlie was very clearly in distress over her hotel being attacked and destroyed, but he was too busy boasting about how he'd been "proven" right to see that.

He's very easy to anger and his ego is so easily bruised. Alastor got under his skin immediately and effortlessly - though I also believe that's on part that Lucifer doesn't have a high opinions of sinners anyway - and Lucifer 100% escalated the conversation/argument he had with Alastor during their first meeting.

See the whole scene of him referring to Alastor as a "has-been" and insulting the name he'd given the hotel, especially when you take into consideration that until Alastor said that he named the hotel, Lucifer thought it was Charlie who came up with it.

And I'm not going to say that Alastor was an innocent, picked on little baby in that scene, he was 100% riling up Lucifer from the start, but also, like...Alastor's lines weren't outright antagonist like Lucifer's were. They were more subtle, slightly needling and passive aggressive, but nothing that could really be taken as a insult.

This is literally the dialogue, word for word, of their very first interaction:

Lucifer: What in the unholy Hell is that?!

Alastor: Just some of the renovations we had done. Adds a bit if color, don't you think?

Lucifer: And you are?

Alastor: Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you, Sir, quite a pleasure. It's nice to finally put a face to the name. You are much shorter in real life.

Lucifer: Who is this? Who is this now - are you the bellhop?

Alastor: Ah-ha, no! I am the host of the hotel. You might've heard of me from my radio broadcast.

Lucifer: Hmm, nope! I guess that's why Charlie called it the "has-been" hotel, hahaha!"

Alastor: Ha ha ha, it was actually my idea.

Lucifer: Ha ha, well it's not very clever.

Alastor: Ha ha, fuck you.

Like. That's their first interaction. And if you go back and actually pay attention to facial expressions and body languages, this was the first time he's seen Alastor, and Lucifer was immediately disdainful.

I went back and screenshotted Lucifer's face, right after Alastor's first line (which was a relatively innocent in and of itself and didn't even sound that antagonist), and:

That's a lot of disesteem for someone he literally just met. At most, you could argue that it was Alastor's smirk or tone that set him off ⬇️:

But even that is such a small thing to get upset over.

I'd say the only time Alastor really started getting openly hostile towards Lucifer was when he wiped his hand after shaking Lucifer's cane (which Lucifer didn't even see as he was too busy fixing his hat) and commenting on Lucifer's height (as a shortie myself, can confirm, that'll get on the nerves very fast).

My point is, Lucifer was immediately unfriendly towards Alastor and escalated the situation just as quickly, if not quicker, than Alastor did. Alastor implied that Lucifer might know of his radio broadcast, and Lucifer jumped right to calling him a "has-been." He doesn't even know him. This is their very first meeting. He was judgy and dismissive of Alastor at first sight, and, let's be honest, he kind of threw the first punch with that "has-been" line. Alastor said Lucifer was shorter than expected, but it's not like he laughed, pointed at him and called him a undercooked little chicken nugget. I'm sure a lot of demons/sinners who've never seen Lucifer would also assume he would be taller and more menacing at first glance, and I doubt this is the first time someone was surprised with his height (still not cool, Alastor. We vertically challenged folk have feelings too).

But Lucifer was prejudice from the start and antagonized Alastor just as quickly, and way more openly, than Alastor did to him. And don't get me wrong, this isn't me saying that's a bad thing on Lucifer's part! This isn't me criticizing or scorning him for it. I think it speaks so much of him as a character!

Cause we've seen the soft and tender moments he has with Charlie. We know how much he loves and cares for her. But he's also egotistical, antagonistic, and judgmental as hell, and that's what makes him such a fun character to write about. He's awkward yet showy, smug yet caring, depressed yet prideful. And by god, this man will show off his power without hesitation. He knows he's hot shit. He knows he's the strongest person in all of Hell. He knows he's the top dog and he can do whatever he wants - even if he has no love or interest in interacting within the Pride Ring (as far as we've been shown).

He's got a lot of multi-facets to him and I adore it, and that's why I get so annoyed when all of that is stripped away and he's turned into this soft little sunshine UwU boi who's just a sad, sweet lil lamb who's done no wrong.

No! He has done many wrongs! There's a reason he and Charlie were estranged and I don't think it was Lilith's fault - or, at least, I don't think it was all her fault (I have many thoughts about Lucifer and Lilith's divorce, okay)

I didn't mean for this to turn into a full-blown character analysist post LOL but alas I tend to get carried away. This was all to say, I really enjoy RadioStatic because Alastor typically gets to keep his sadistic and whimsical side, and I appreciate that. His silliness means a lot a to me, and if he comes off as too stiff or formal, it takes me out of a story.

Lucifer's flaws and sheer power also mean a lot to me, and I wish there were more fics and fan-art that showed that. If Lucifer reads too much like a normal, every-day person, I lose interest. I like the idea of people getting used to him, and getting comfortable around his presence, only to get a sudden and overwhelming reminder that he is, in fact, an ancient and immortal being with immense power that their brains wouldn't even be able to comprehend.

I have so many headcanons about Lucifer as a fallen angel and how his habits and lifestyle developed over the thousands upon thousands of years he's been in Hell. Habits he's adopted that unconsciously help him duplicate the mannerisms and behavior of sinners and demons, but also those small, indistinct tells that are quick and subtle reminder that he could destroy everyone in Pentagram City with ease if he decided to; and also, those times if you were to look closely and really pay attention, you get the faint, unsettling feeling that there is something very un-human about him. A subtle, unnerving shiver down your spine as your instincts yell at you that this person is not a person at all, he's just passing off as one.

That shit gets me. Give me ancient, eldritch Lucifer and I'll love you forever.

I am sorry Anon, I did not mean for this response to get so big 😅 You gave me a paragraph and I gave you a novel. But yeah, save me RadioStatic artists, save me 🙏 I rarely have to worry about Alastor turning into a big, buff alpha man or a soft little UwU when he's with Vox, and I appreciate that.

Edit: Adding a screenshot of my tags here because apparently I wrote down too many and it cut off the character tags.

[piosplayhouse]

Said this to oomf but I think it deserves to be its own post because it's shedding season for my big girl; au where ice demons' hair is double coated like a dog's and so whenever mbj is in the human realm he's just constantly shedding everywhere and sqh has to clean it up every day or else his house starts to look like this

[extra-v1rgin]

Alrightttt bitches come get ur food

Alpha!Kokushibo & Omega!Reader

Tbh I don’t think this is omegaversy enough…. I must fix this in the future

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Fellow demons coming to you is… not rare, but not necessarily common. Heats and Ruts (and occasionally just a horny beta) seem to bring demons together. They sniff out the smallest hints in your scent that mark you as a demon, and fuck you senseless. Most demons can’t keep a human partner alive long enough to satisfy them. Cycles seem to triumph over a demons territorials needs. After the rut has ended they’re often quick to leave. Some weak fools are quick to fight but that just means you get a good meal, at least a bite or two. Then you can go back to seducing humans until someone else stumbles upon your shack.

Most demons that find you are at a similar strength level. You don’t know why things work out like that, perhaps something instinctual. It’s nice that you can protect yourself from unwanted visitors or teeth that get too curious. You fall into the routine of strangers easily.

When an upper moon shows up at your door you’re worried you might die. You’re too focused on the overwhelming taste of his power to read his pheromones properly.

Pulling your robe tighter around your body you scramble to bow before the man. You don’t speak, the demon is old. He’s old enough that he likely holds archaic ideas about how omega’s should behave.

His feet move into your narrow field of vision. “Look at me,” the upper moon commands. Slowly— and still kneeling —you raise your head.

Upper moon one is carved into his eyes, two of them at least (you focus on the middle set). You didn’t expect someone so highly ranked though it makes sense given the weight in his words.

“I need someone to assist me with an upcoming cycle.” You could already taste it in the air after having a moment to properly breathe. Deep underneath the rich and dark smell of strength is a hint of spice that makes your nose itch. Most demons visit you when they’re right on the precipice of falling into a rut, sometimes even a few days into it. They’re desperate, no time for pleasant conversation. The upper moon still has at least a day before he’ll be truly affected by the hormones.

You’re still scared to respond vocally so instead you simply nod. The thought of having to be on your best behavior for the next few days— while getting fucked out of your mind —was terrifying.

“You can relax. Do as you must.”

You take that as a cure to move freely, speak even. If he’s insane enough to kill you for this then you would’ve died soon enough anyways. You may be good at playing obedient but at heart you can only manage for so long. Most demons don’t mind having a partner who occasionally snaps back, but an upper moon likely has more options available. It makes you wonder why he chose to come to you in the first place.

The man is still standing and you rise up. You move slowly, watching for any signs of displeasure. “Thank you for gracing me with your presence, alpha.”

“Kokushibo.”

“Hm?”

“My name, use it.”

“Of course Kokushibo-alpha.” You push sone seduction into your words. “Can I come closer?”

“Yes.” You try not to be put off by his flat tone and simple language.

Crossing your way over to him you take in more of his appearance. His eyes are a bit scary but the rest of his body is relatively normal. You suspect there’s nice muscles hidden under his thick robes but it’s too loose to tell for sure.

“You’re handsome,” you purr. The man stands stiffly. Even when you reach out a hand to run your fingers over his broad chest he doesn’t react.

“Let’s get started.” Kokushibo steps forward while brushing you to the side. He stands at the edge of the futon and begins to undress methodically. Even when you step into his view the demon does not glance your way.

With a huff you begin to undress. You don’t put any effort into stripping, simply ripping off your clothes. The air feels cold and soon after revealing your body you crawl into the futon.

Kokushibo takes a much longer time undressing. He wears more proper clothes than your thin robe, meaning there’s several layers to remove. You stare and admire his physique as it’s slowly revealed. The man’s body is much more pleasant than his attitude. Sparse hair covers his large chest, which leads down to toned abs.

There’s no shyness about nudity. The upper moon does not hesitate to remove his fundoshi. At this point his cock is still mostly flaccid but it’s sizable and pretty enough. His hair is neatly trimmed, something you’ve only seen one or two other men do. It’s a nice look.

You feel some excitement grow within you again. As he peels off the comforter you eagerly turn onto your stomach.

“Present,” He commands. Your ass pushes into the air as a pleased noise leaves your throat. A warm hand runs over your hips and around until fingers pry your thighs apart and reveal your cunt. It’s not soaking given Kokushibo’s less than sexy personality but the pheromones in the air have left you at least damp.

He wastes no time at this point. The man fishes out a bottle of oil and pumps his cock to full hardness. There’s no announcement before he slips a finger into your cunt, testing how eager you are to receive. You squeal at the cold digit entering you. It’s not a sound of pleasure.

“Don’t you know how to treat an omega?” Your position wavers slightly, though you don’t dare break it. On some level you know this demon could kill you in the blink of an eye.

“Is this not pleasurable?” There’s maybe a hint of surprise in his voice but mostly it’s flat.

You grumble and put your face back into the pillows. “It’s fine.” You can survive a mediocre fuck. Once his knot is popping inside of your cunt it’ll feel good no matter what. Bearing through foreplay is just a necessary step.

Kokushibo’s finger still sits inside of you. Slowly he pushes his finger in deeper before pulling it out. “Is that better?”

“I said it’s fine.” You try to keep your tone light. “My job is to make you feel good alpha.” Dipping back into seductive stance you arch your back more to stick your ass in the air.

The upper moon stills for a moment. You hold your breath, ready to get slapped or killed maybe. Kokushibo’s movements are unclear behind you. It actually doesn’t seem like he’s moving at all which only confuses you more.

“You are to answer my questions truthfully.” With the confusing statement you dare to glance back at him. He’s wiped his fingers clean.

“Sit,” he commands when he notices your eyes looking towards him. You slowly move to a stiff seiza. It feels odd with the cool air still blowing around your naked form. You’re forced to stare at your sloping breasts as you keep your eyes turned downwards. “You understand what I’m asking for?”

“Yes alpha.”

“Did it not feel good, when I put my finger in?”

You resist the urge to answer with ‘it’s fine’ again. You also resist the urge to laugh. For all your partners you’ve never been interrogated about sex before. “It was cold.” The answer is simple. His claws were a little scary too but when you’re dealing with demons you get used to them.

He nods with a surprisingly thoughtful look. “You were not… wet before either.” Kokushibo is hesitant to use such vulgar language. The fact that he does anyways helps you relax a little. You suppose even centuries old demons can have an interest in good sex.

“Ah well, that’s because there wasn’t any foreplay.” You don’t have the same hesitation when it comes to sex. This is most of your life after all.

Kokushibo nodded again. He was quiet for a moment afterwards. You weren’t sure what he could be thinking about.

“I shall follow your instructions then, for now.”

You’re… shocked isn’t quite the right word. Maybe you’re aroused by his agreeable nature.

“Can I kiss you Kokushibo-alpha?”

He blinks with all three sets of eyes. “If that will make this more pleasurable.” You take it as a yes.

You’re still aware of his hard cock sitting between his legs and chose to straddle one of his thighs.

You sit closer to his face now. His eyes are all focused on your face, making you nervous. You notice the thin webs scattered across his irises.

Either the upper moon doesn’t mind your staring or is very patient. As he blinks again, this time with the bottom set alone, you’re stirred out of your trance. Your face warms with slight embarrassment at standing still for so long.

You move one hand to rest on his shoulder. Slowly you move forward to press your lips against his.

The first kiss is chaste and hesitant. You’re cautious of the eyes right next to his mouth but they shut when you come close. His long lashes tickle your cheeks.

As you get used to the shape of his face you move with more confidence. Kokushibo does kiss you back though it feels like a mechanical movement rather than something driven by attraction.

“Can you touch me?” You move to guide his hand towards your bare chest but the man quickly jerks away.

“You are making requests, not demands,” He’s harsh in reminding you. You duck your head, silent for a moment, maybe a little embarrassed too.

Eventually Kokushibo moves on his own accord, grabbing your breast. His hand is big enough to envelope the fat easily. Caught off guard you let out a surprised moan. The man’s hand is calloused, unusual for a demon.

He seems pleased by your reaction, repeating the motion. His other hand moves to grab your chin, squeezing your cheeks and forcing you to look back up at him.

Feeling far more aroused now wetness builds in your cunt. Kokushibo continues to manipulate your chest, grabbing it roughly and pinching your nipples. The whole time he watches you with an even look. It’s still a little disturbing but exciting too. He remains solid as stone even while you buck and moan on his lap. You’ve never met an alpha with even an ounce of the self control Kokushibo displays.

“A-alpha, can you touch my cunt please?” You lean back the smallest amount, hoping it’s enough to display how slick you’ve gotten.

“Why am I doing all the work?” He doesn’t let go of your chest but his grip loosens. “Show me your skills.”

Your hands wander to his cock, feeling the weight of it. He’s well endowed even among other alphas. You slide your palm down to the base of his cock. His knot will be big. Your pussy drools a little more at the thought of it expanding inside of you.

Kokushibo hums in approval. You move back upwards to run your palm against his slit. His hand moves away from your breast so he can lean backwards. You’re sad at the loss of pleasure but you’re not about to voice any complaints.

When you slip off of his lap upper moon one gives you a strange look but does not stop you at all. Since he only kneels you must lie down to rest your head on his lap. At first you continue with your hands alone. His cock looks even more threatening up close, covered in veins with wild brown hair at the base.

Slowly you begin to put your mouth to use. One hand guides Kokushibo’s grip into your hair. He does not reprimand you this time, hopefully pleased by your motions. First you start with sloppy kisses and licks down his shaft. After you’re quick to take the head into your mouth and drool over it.

The demon continues to offer little reaction which only fuels you to attempt to swallow more of his length. Halfway down you get another soft hum and at the base you’re rewarded with a satisfied groan.

Though Kokushibo grips your hair he doesn’t attempt to guide you. You’re not used to setting your own pace but it’s a nice change. Your throat is still impacted but with a slower pace you can slide down to engulf him easier. When you reach the base your tongue slides out to taste the loose skin of his knot. You wonder if he’d like to cum like this or if you can convince the man to knot your cunt right now.

You try to slide off all the way to present yourself again but the grip on your hear tightens when you try to lift your head. You must look up at Kokushibo through wet lashes. His expression is mostly the same neutral mask but there’s maybe a twitch his lips.

With only a slight pause you sink back down onto his cock. His grip on your hair loosens once more to let you move on your own. It seems he’s satisfied as long as you keep your lips on his cock. Even when you slow Kokushibo’s hand remains flat against your head and follows your movements. You keep your pace quick anyways. At this point your cunt is soaking and needy.

When you press yourself all the way to the base of his dick and hold yourself there the length twitches in your throat. You repeat the motion several times to similar results.

It’s hard to hear anything over the wet sounds of your mouth but if you listen carefully Kokushibo’s breathing has picked up. Sometimes it stutters and stops until you pull back again.

Taking the noises as an encouragement you speed up slightly. Hopefully after the man has cum once you can get something in return.

The upper moon’s knot swells slightly without warning. It’s not a proper knot but your mouth still stretches wide to fit it. It only takes another moment until his seed is spilling down your throat.

Kokushibo growls and bends over you. Both his hands find a place in your hair. His hips thrust like it’s possible to be any deeper inside of you.

When he’s finished his body relaxes once more. Your throat stings as you pull back slowly. Once your mouth is free you drop your head into his lap. His hand moves through your hair, unintentionally perhaps, and it brings a soft noise out of your sore throat.

Kokushibo doesn’t seem in a hurry to fuck you. Will your head lies in his lap the demon sits still. The quiet is enough to bring you close to sleep. When Kokushibo notices your eyes half-closed he nudges your cheek with his knuckles.

You blink a few times, leaning back to sit up. Your throat feels fine now but you keep quiet.

“Present… again.”

You’re a little slower to turn around this time. When it comes to form you put all your energy there.

The lube still lingering on Kokushibo’s fingers is tacky and thin but your cunt is wet enough that the digit easily sinks into you. His hands move slower this time. The demon plunges his single finger in and out a few times to test your walls. It’s still not much stimulation but you’re eager now to receive his touches.

When a second finger enters he doesn’t immediately spear you open like before. His wrist rotates and digits curl until you’re panting and thrusting your ass higher.

Three fingers add up to a rather nice thickness. You could easily take more but the slow pace lets you fully absorb the pleasure given. When Kokushibo stretches his fingers out to pry your walls open a loud mewl falls through your lips.

The man pulls back for a brief moment. Slick drips from your cunt and smears over your thighs. A large hand envelopes your ass and pulls it to the side to further expose your pussy. You expect him to start spreading you open with his cock but there’s too long of a pause.

Breathing slowly you resist the urge to turn around. In your mind you begin to count to ten.

At six a wet kiss is pushed into your cunt. Your eyes blow wide open as you squeal with surprise. His free hand grips onto your waist. Holding you in place Kokushibo continues to manipulate your cunt with his tongue. What starts out as messing with the inner corners of your labia quickly turns into a wet muscle finding its way inside of you. Though Kokushibo moves quickly he is not chaotic. He knows you’re excited enough to easily accept the intrusion. After his fingers a tongue is almost too small.

It’s been a long time since you’ve had a partner give you pleasure without receiving something in turn. Though you do have a feeling Kokushibo is receiving his own kind of fun from this. You can easily guess that he is not the kind of person to do things for no reason. Other than that your brain is too busy being lit up with pleasure to consider the matter further.

“Alpha, K-kokushib-uh Alpha.” You try to move back on his face but you’re held firmly in place. His tongue plunges into your pussy and drinks up your slick. The appendage might not be thick but it’s unusually long (maybe even stretching as it explores) and reaches deep inside of you. The thin tip sweeps around your core until it brushes against your g-spot. You’re letting out a soft string of moans with each stroke of your walls.

It doesn’t take long until you’re hovering on the edge of an orgasm. Kokushibo is not messy or wild but the methodical nature of his tongue is much better. His one purpose is to make you cum and he will accomplish the task. The alternative of a typical partner— who wouldn’t even touch your cunt in the first place —would be desperate grinding until they spill into your pussy. In some cases they can’t make it that far. Most are sad excuses for demons and even sadder excuses for alpha’s. Kokushibo is quite literally a prime example of both.

You attempt to grind back onto his face again (This time slightly mote successfully) with a desperate noise. “Can-nuh cum alpha… please?” If he says no you might cry.

When he doesn’t answer at all you are trapped in purgatory. If you knew the man better, knew the punishment he’d dole out, you might take the chance to cum anyways. Kokushibo has certainly been a nice partner thus far but you wouldn’t like to test him. If anything you’d hope to keep his mood constant.

You nearly bite off your tongue in a desperate attempt not to cum. It’s much harder to even open your mouth now so your begging turns into unintelligible whimpers. Other than managing a few cut off cries for “alpha” and “Kokushibo” (both of which devolve into more moans) you can’t string together real sentences.

As your mouth is filled with more blood and you might pass out from holding yourself back too hard the upper moon pulls back for a brief moment. “You may cum when you’d like.” He gives permission like he’s talking about the weather.

You can’t even properly treasure your orgasm as it rips through your body. Kokushibo moves slightly faster to draw out you release. You lie limp on the futon, only twitching as your walls are continuously stroked.

When he pulls back and your hips are released you can’t keep yourself presented. You falls down into the soft cushion and make a few weak noises. “Thank you Kokushibo-alpha.” Your words are muffled through squished cheeks and drool.

The upper moon seems unsure of how to proceed. He doesn’t touch you for too long and when you glance back Kokushibo is simply sitting back in seiza.

“S-sorry I can…” Your bones crack as you push yourself back onto your hands and knees. As you move the feeling of cold slick smeared over your thighs makes you shiver.

His hand moves over your back and guides your ass even higher. A quick swipe of the futon between your legs wipes away excess wetness. You shudder at the uncomfortable feeling of slime dragging through your legs.

Afterwards though Kokushibo angles his hips behind your own and his cock brushes over your inner thigh. The warmth is a welcome change and true excitement warms your stomach.

When Kokushibo finally coaxes his cock into you the fit is impossibly tight. You wonder if the earlier cunnilingus was simply to get you squeezing down as tightly as possible. Giving up on doing any work you lie there limply while he slowly fucks in and out. The man doesn’t seem to mind that he’s doing virtually all the work. You suppose he might even enjoy it as a show of strength. To encourage him you exaggerate some of your moans. He slowly speeds up as you whine and grip at the sheets.

“It’s better this time,” he comments casually. You can’t think of an intelligent response, just humming in agreement.

His cock is a large thing. Even beyond his knot there unnatural bulbous bumps on the side that drag along your cunt. You wonder if a demon with so much power could intentionally make his anatomy more attractive to the other sex. Intentional or not it certainly does make you more excited. The head is large and kisses your cervix on particularly deep thrusts. It’s one of the nicer cocks you’ve had. Really Kokushibo has a lot of beauty compared to a typical demon’s features. You can’t see his body much as he slams into you from behind but when the opportunity presents itself you’ll certainly take it.

“O-oh Alpha.” The upper moon’s knot bulges and expands even further. You’re not close enough to cum on his knot but feeling of him stretching you out is still wonderful. With Kokushibo fucking you with less coordination you decide to finally put in some work. It’s hard to time your backward movements with heavy slaps against your ass but with experience you manage to meet some of his thrusts.

Kokushibo groans loudly now as he sinks into you. In hopes to move even deeper some of his weight is laid over your back. His breath echoes against your ear and tickles your neck. Long strands of auburn hair mix with your own.

There’s little warning before Kokushibo’s hips stall as his seed dumps into you. His knot isn’t fully expanded, much to your disappointment, but that doesn’t affect the force of his orgasm. If you were still human you’d surely be pregnant from the copious amount of seed pouring into your cunt. Some of it slips out and cools against your legs. The feeling makes you whine, long and high. It draws the man’s attention to his escaping seed. With a low growl he pushes the semen back inside your walls. The addition of a thick finger besides his half inflated knot shocks more arousal out of you.

The knot is just small enough that Kokushibo could pull away from you if he really tried but he stays stuck against your back. After a few quiet moments of breathing the man scoops you up and lies you on your side. Even without a full knot he intends on treating you with some amount of grace. You manage a soft purr which seems to please Kokushibo well enough.

Without another orgasm of your own or a proper knot having a warm body against your back is frustratingly arousing. Some sensation against your inner walls and the occasional twitch of his dick drags out your pleasure just enough to keep it active. When you try to roll your hips Kokushibo growls again. His teeth barely scrape against the back of neck. It’s meant to be a warning but the action only sends another hot wave through your stomach. You breathe slowly to keep your hips still.

He keeps hands dug into your waist even when you sit still for a few minutes. You’re not sure if he intends to rest or simply wants to assert more dominance. It’s hard to relax between stray sparks of arousal burning in your stomach. Whenever you’re calm enough to relax Kokushibo twitches (or his cock does) and you’re shocked back awake. Trying to whine or voice your discomfort only results in getting hushed once more.

—-

At some point you must’ve managed to fall asleep because you’re jerking awake as Kokushibo finally pulls away from you. The smell of his rut is stronger now, it’s been a few hours since your initial coupling at least. Lingering sleep drowns any arousal you might have felt from his hard cock dragging through your walls. “Are we goin’ again?” Your mumbling doesn’t help to urge your brain any more awake.

“Don’t move.” It’s not an answer but you listen anyways. Falling back into the futon you happily let your eyes slip shut once more. Faintly you’re aware of how Kokushibo moves behind you but you’re unbothered by it.

After a few seconds stretch out with no noise you manage to slide your eyes open once more. With a small glance behind yourself you see Kokushibo pulling out a new set of sheets. You sit up properly and peel the old dirty sheets off yourself. “I can help.”

The demon fixes you with a look that pins you back in place. “It’s fine.” The words are plain but you feel sheepish anyways. You feel guilt watching the man dig through your closer but following the orders you tuck yourself back into the warm (albiet a little bit gross) blankets.

It’s easy to fall limp in the comforting futon. Your guilt is easily erased by sleep pulling at your mind.

Kokushibo lifts you and you’re happy to curl up in his arms. He only carries you for a brief moment buy you’re struck by how gentle his hold is. After being deposited onto the new sheets you listen to the man get rid of the old sheets. The new ones are much cleaner and soft. There’s no crusty or wet spots you have to avoid.

“Won’t the sheets just get ruined again?”

“It’s fine.” You give a noncommittal hum to his noncommittal answer. You’re not sure if he has some other plan or just wanted fresh sheets to lie in before his rut started but either way the change is nice.

Faintly you hear your door click open and snap shut. For a moment you worry Kokushibo might’ve wanted a quick fuck before finding a true rut partner. When you sit up and look around the sight of the man’s robe calms you.

It turns out that there was no need to worry after all as Kokushibo is gone for less than an hour. He comes back with a stout woman in his arms, one of her legs already gone.

You watch him bundle her body into the filthy sheets to soak up some of her leaking blood. The man eats as elegantly as he does everything else. Long fingers tear the skin from muscle and bring it to his mouth without smearing any blood on his face. You don’t dare to take anything without permission but the smell of meat makes your mouth fill with saliva.

When Kokushibo leaves a hand on the filthy futon within your reach you still don’t move. Upper moons may be more capable of conversation but you’re still not eager to get between a demon and its food.

“Eat.” With his allowance you try your best to finish off the hand as elegantly as Kokushibo does. Already blood and flesh moves to hide under your fingernails. You keep your eyes averted as you suck on your fingers to pull out each bit of meat. If Kokushibo judges, or even sees you, he does not voice any disgust.

The hand is not particularly large but it is satisfying enough for the moment. You even crush the bones between your molars and grind fingernails into dust. There’s some blood smudged on the corners of your lips that you try to lap up as smoothly as possible. You shoot another cursory glance to Kokushibo to see that he has devoured half a leg. Still there are no stains or blemishes on his smooth skin.

“Do you have a bath?”

You perk up once more. “Yes! Would you like me to prepare you one?”

“Take one.” Whether the phrase is intended to be insulting or not your cheeks burn. Without a look towards him you nod and shuffle off towards the bathroom.

The water pump that guides clean water towards your bath is cold but you have no urge to heat it. You clean yourself quickly and methodically. It seems whatever tenderness you had brought out during sex was gone now. You can only hope that when he fucks you again the attentive nature will come back.

With a quick run of fingers through your hair you step back out into the room. It’s only been a handful of minutes but Kokushibo has sliced the women’s body up into fragments and wrapped them up into pieces of fabric. You’re still slightly soaking but when eyes dart over towards your wet form there’s no displeasure in them.

“What would you like me to do now?”

“I’m tired.” Kokushibo sounds like his age, an ornery old man. You supposed that there’s a chance he didn’t sleep while you were but to hear him express any weariness. “You can do what you’d like but stay clean, and don’t touch the food.” His large form passes beside you and falls into the new futon you have set out. You hope he doesn’t intend on changing the sheets anytime you fuck. There’s only one more set in the closet.

Whether Kokushibo actually intends on sleeping or not you move back towards the bathroom. If you knew he didn’t intend to fuck you right now you’ve would’ve enjoyed some warmth, which is what you intend to do.

—-

You’ve fallen asleep on a scrap of the futon. Leaning into Kokushibo’s side seemed like an odd, perhaps slightly scary, choice. With a large soft robe you didn’t mind the lack of coverage from the actual blanket.

It’s not clear how many hours have passed, your thick walls with no windows aren’t very good for telling time. When Kokushibo wakes you he nudges you with a bit of feverish urge. His scent in the air is much more overbearing now. Each breath of air encapsulates heavy spice.

Already the demon’s tongue glides over your bare skin. Half your robe has been slid off your body to expose your breasts. Hands wrap around your form to bring you closer to him.

Your tired brain struggles to catch up to his actions but the gentle touches are welcome. Another hand pushes down the rest of your robe and leaves you nude again. Kokushibo is naked too, which you realize after his cock slaps against your thigh.

With his rut in full swing he doesn’t waste time with talk. Teeth nip the side of your neck, right over your scent gland, but don’t quite break skin. It’s enough to make you shudder still and jerk your hips backwards.

His thick dick slides over your ass and the stimulation pushes a rough growl from his throat. With strong hands he pulls you into the center of the futon and lifts your ass high.

Though there was a distinct lack of foreplay when a finger probes your insides this time you’re soaked. With only a minute or two of his scent filling your nose it’s awoken your own needs.

Kokushibo mounts you quickly enough. With a few quick thrusts he plants his whole cock inside of you. “Mgh- Alpha!” You were plenty wet but the insertion of his cock stretches you wide.

This fucking is much quicker, both of you cumming in quick succession. Again his knot doesn’t quite fill out completely which leaves you moaning with frustration. The skin that does fill you up should be satisfying enough but knowing there’s more that is left for you makes your cunt ache.

There are no words exchanged. Kokushibo does not eat or order you to bathe again. The demon simply drags your hips with his own movements and lies back down.

—-

Eventually even Kokushibo gets lost in the daze of his rut. At that point you’re equally drunk on the pheromones, too dizzy to process what’s going on either. You wake up, fuck, chew on the bones to try and get more substance from them, and fall back asleep. The man looses most of his finesse a few days in, but any type of stimulation ignites arousal in your body. Even when he’s not fucking you, hands over your hips or stomach burn with his touch.

When you’re finally knotted properly you nearly scream. The feeling of his thick knot filling you up fully is like pure heaven. It beats out every other partner than has even seen your cunt. A full fist couldn’t compare to the girth of Kokushibo’s stable knot.

The upper moon insists on having you present properly. A position in which his cock buries deep inside you. The only exception is lazy fucking while you lie on your side. When you’re barely awake or almost asleep the alpha is almost sensitive to your needs. Though he tries the fucking usually ends up with your face buried into a pillow, sometimes nearly choking on it.

The dirty futon thankfully does not seem to bother the man in this state. At least not so much that you’re forced to migrate. Instead he just growls and huffs if he sits on a particularly sticky area. Each time he does so you have to hold back a snort of laughter.

As you eat coagulated blood also drips onto the blanket. The woman’s body is not as good when it isn’t fresh but it gives you more energy. With a typical mating partner you are used to not getting to meal at all.

Afterwards when there is blood smeared all over both your faces you are happy enough to suck it off his skin. Kokushibou doesn’t moan often but if you lick up his adams apple he groans deeply and digs his fingers into your scalp.

The kissing is what you enjoy most. While the upper moon isn’t very romantic he kisses back when you initiate, which you do often. Whether you’re fucking or not the taste of his skin twists your stomach. You make sure to kiss him whenever you can get away with it.

After each fuck Kokushibo keeps you within his arms. It might be for simple convenience or instincts pushing him to protect an omega but you enjoy the manhandling. On occasion you might even crawl away a foot or two to feel his hands wrap around your ankles. He growls afterwards and drags his teeth over your bare skin. The pin pricks heal in less than a second but the feeling lingers long after. He doesn’t seem to realize you’re unthreatened by the nips, at least not when they barely tickle your back.

—-

The heat ends much quicker than it began. There is no last drawn out slow fuck. One morning you wake up to find a much fainter scent. Kokushibo is not in the futon. Instead he rests against the wall, finishing off the last bits of meat the woman has to offer.

You move to cover your body. You find your thin robe thrown into one of the corners. The upper moon has once again donned his full suit.

For a while he sits in the corner quietly. You watch him with questioning eyes but the man offers no answer. You don’t move around much. Demons aren’t supposed to have any lasting pain or injuries but when the week ends your hips are sore and you can barely move. Turning or trying to stand makes you groan or whimper. Other than gathering some of the dirty laundry (though not the remaining futon, as filthy as it is) you choose to remain curled up in comfort. An hour or so passes that way. Kokushibo could pass as a statue.

When the upper moon finally stands you groan and push yourself upwards once more. Your stance is horribly unstable, knees bent inwards and ankles shaking. Kokushibo is not entirely sympathetic but he offers a supporting hand when he passes you.

You move towards the bathroom, expecting him to follow, but his hand slips out of yours.

“I will be back next year.” Kokushibo hardly spares you a second glance before a biwa strums and you are left alone in the room.

You’re stunned at the silence but the promise of next year makes your cunt throb.

[cupidsncheerios]

Regarding- https://www.tumblr.com/cupidsncheerios/768271527628177408/do-you-think-vox-is-like-the-alpha-male-of-hh

Nuclear-crack-but-consider: Vox as the social media alpha male, and then like real life the ‘secretly superior to the alpha, actually’ Sigma subgroup emerges a bit later, around the show’s time. But for some godforsaken reason they pick the radio demon as their mascot/jokerguy

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oh ABSOLUTELY

i think this takes place during the era where al was on vacation but there were tons of sinners who thought he was secretly plotting something from the shadows (vox included) so when sigma males became a thing all the chronically online sinners applied it to alastor, since he made himself known and terrifying for a few decades and then just quieted down and lived peacefully while maintaining that fear, sigma behaviour. they can't use photos of him though, for obvious reasons, so they use fanart and pics of his radio tower, which looks kinda cringe and gets them bullied by the vox alpha dudes.

so eventually, when alastor returns and stayed gone happens, it just fuels the fire of spite between the two factions.

"the alphas are LOSING the battle against the sigmas, but the alphas and sigmas are both a little bit EMBARRASSED because their icons are apparently EX BOYFRIENDS and now they need to delete a few VOXTAGRAM POSTS"

-an actual newspaper in hell

[saltmonellas]

had this idea and suddenly remembered i have Hands to draw them so: (omega) boy king of hell!Sam x (alpha) guard dog Dean 😈🐶

Sam’s scent is tinged with sulfur now but that hasn’t stopped it from driving Dean crazy every time he catches a whiff of it. In fact Dean seems to not have come to terms that Sam can eviscerate demons with his brain now and keeps mother henning over Sam, something that gets so much worse during his rut. He’s stuck by Sam’s side scenting him and growling at every demon that comes their way so Sam can’t work, can’t see any of his subjects, can’t do anything but let Dean nuzzle him which turns into sex, which turns into cuddling which turns back into sex.

Dean, of course, denies any of this happening once he’s out of rut. He’s scary enough that the demons don’t bring it up around him ever. Sam would tease him about it if he weren’t the same himself when he’s in heat— though he’s more aggressive about it, more often than not dragging Dean to the nearest surface and riding him to completion when he doesn’t have the patience to ask nicely.

They’re both kinda fucked up, but oh well.

[greeniegaes]

I’ve been thinking about omegaverse WangXian AU and I’m so not normal about it

Basically, WWX was always known as a beta by people around him, constantly hiding his scent and on such heavy suppressors he’d practically never have a heat. When the Wens take all of the young cultivators/clan heirs or whatever he no longer has access to that kind of stuff and it’s only so long before the medication’s effect goes away.

In the big carnivorous turtle cave he can feel his omega-ness slowly come back so he’s desperate to get out away from all the young alphas and betas he’s surrounded by. Things go as cannon and only him and LWJ are left in the cave and LWJ??? Well he’s not doing too well, neither of them are with their fevers, being stuck in a cave alone and pheromones- oh yea LWJ is in rut too lol

So they do their do in the cave, escaping out and then WWX runs off after making the other man swear he’s not gonna tell anyone that WWX is an omega.

During the attack on Lotus Pier WQ pulls WWX aside asking if he knows about the kit in his womb. WWX, freaking out about it swears her to secrecy. He’s been… kinda aware about it over the month or two that’s past, but just used his high level of cultivation to just keep it in a dormant state.

When he gives JC his core such a thing isn’t an option. He doesn’t want his child to live during a time of war so he promises himself to end the war against the Wens before his birth.

He levels up his demotic cultivation at way faster of a pace, easily out numbering any bad Wen troops, cutting off the supply lines, anything to get an advantage. His tactics are often called brutal, disgusting but most of the Sunshot doesn’t care because whoever is doing it is on their side.

Keeps following cannon but now LWJ has just a totally weird feeling in his gut all the time. He swears he can feel WWX’s emotions, the stress, the fear, the agony all of it. When he finally lays eyes on who he knows is WWX as the man takes down WC and he can’t help but feel relief. Relief that after nine months (WWX froze his pregnancy for like two months so he’s about eight and half along) he’s finally able to see the man he’s fallen in love with, that he spent a rut with while the man was in heat.

WWX doesn’t acknowledge him.

He doesn’t even really acknowledge JC, his little shidi who’s so excited to see him again. WWX remains quiet, a large cloak wrapped over his whole body

Instead of properly interacting with his friends he instead asks when their plan to attack the nightless city is (he has less then two months, and by god he wants peace of mind that his child won’t be born in a war). He lets them take him to the war camp, discussing with the leaders like LXC and NMJ to move the battle forward, saying that he can balance out the sides.

They agree and that’s that.

At the final battle WWX holds up the tiger sigil, controlling more undead then he ever has. He watches as the rest of the tyrannical Wens get torn apart, their army in ruins before NMJ takes their leader’s head. Some of them still fight, and in a blaze of glory WWX destroys the tiger sigil, creating a bright light that takes out more of the Wen’s army, any of the roaming undead and himself.

LWJ feels his blood go cold. He can’t feel WWX suddenly. He canthecanthecant.

Where did his omega go?

Back in Yiling WWX falls to the ground, any last remains of his power, spiritual or demonic finally shredded into pieces. WQ helps him recuperate, Wen Yuan at his bed side as he looks up.

It’s then and there WWX smiles as he promises himself a normal life, patting A-Yuan��s head and scenting him like he’s his own kit.

Two years later.

LWJ feels lost, constantly wandering around for something, any sign of WWX. He’s looking at hair ribbons in a market outside of Yiling, a beautiful red ribbon with lotuses embroidered in it. He jolts as he feels a hold on his leg, looking down curiously.

“Baba?” The little kid asks, no more then two years old. A six year old huffs as he goes over, bowing his head in apology to LWJ.

“Sorry Mister, my brother gets confused.” Wei Yuan huffs, pulling his younger brother away. LWJ sucks a breath in as he looks at the young toddler, tan skin, enchanting yellow eyes, perfectly straight hair except with the tips granted a slight curl.

There’s no denying this is a Lan child, just from looks alone, but the scent surrounding both of the children? That’s something LWJ had smelt once, trapped in the cave in the throes of passion with his mate.

Wei Wuxian. Wei Ying is alive.

A young looking man pulls the children away before LWJ can say anything. The man picks up the two year old and gently holds him in his arms, the six year old grabbing onto the man’s leg, still glaring at the alpha.

“Sorry about that, sir.” A soft voice rumbles with a chuckle, freezing as he looks up at LWJ for the first time.

[bucksboobs]

“Fandom is better than canon” a Teen Wolf fan once theorized that the show’s (at the time) only recurring Black characters were secretly devil worshippers because she didn’t like that the Black guy cared more about the main character than her teen fave that she liked to ship with a grown man

She was considered the leading academic mind of the fandom.