#amab mc

[shortkingvince]

Solomon's Lovely Apprentice

Minors DNI

Pt. 2

Solomon wanting to be bred knowing full well it would be impossible to get him pregnant, and the fact he wouldn't even want to actually be pregnant if it WERE possible, but loving the idea of being pounded so hard it defies biology...

Dom!Top!MC x Sub!Bottom!Solomon

Warnings: Solomon has a breeding kink without actually wanting to get pregnant, he just wants to be pounded to death, he wants to be the one to be bred, reader is amab. Pronouns are gender neutral.

No actual sex in this part, just Solomon's imagination running wild. An old man can dream.

Also I wrote this at 3 am with a wrist brace on due to an injury, Obey Me brainrot hit so hard that I defied such weakness /j

This is being posted at 4 am, I am eepy deepy

Solomon: Am I pregnart? /ref (This is not an MPreg fic, I don't do pregnancy fics in general, I just thought it would be silly to write Solomon desperately wanting to be bred until he can't even think)

Yes there will be a part two

NSFW under the cut

Pants filled the air, frustration welling up in the white-haired sorcerer as he desperately palmed at the tent in his pants. This had been happening far more often lately, his fantasies running wild each time he thought about you, his favorite apprentice.

He found himself rushing off to his room regularly now, unable to keep his thoughts of you at bay. He always looked so composed on the outside, but it felt like he had a raging wildfire on the inside. One that only you could quell.

He had been dropping hints here and there. Some were less obvious, with others being so obvious that he knows there's no way you aren't playing dumb on purpose. He had been doing everything he could to rile you up and get you to just take him then and there, but each attempt ended in failure.

His mind drifted away from his frustrations for a moment, fantasizing about the things he wanted you to do to him. He thought about you finally, finally bending him over and practically ripping his clothes off, giving him barely any time to use a spell to sound proof his room and lock the door.

His cock only continued to protest against the confines of his clothing. In one quick move he all but ripped his pants and boxers off, just how you did in his fantasy but without the damage to his clothes. He thought about how you'd waste no time in touching him, exploring his body and the markings he had from all the pacts he was in.

You'd trace each one, teasing him as your faint touches only fueled the blood rushing to his weeping cock. You'd trace your hand around his thighs, going so close to where he wanted you before you pulled back, staring down at him like he was some piece of prey.

He could barely control his breathing as fantasy you went back again and squeezed one of his thighs, making him let out a shaky breath. He finally let his hand start to travel towards his cock, imagining it was yours instead. Fuck, he needed you. The demon brothers were always dragging you away, giving him little time to have you for even a day.

The frustration that was building up at that thought vanished as soon as he touched his cock, making him let out a small gasp of surprise, as if it wasn't his own hand touching him. His eyes were squeezed closed as he continued to imagine you, your strokes were slow and teasing, circling the head of his cock every so often. It felt like you were trying to drive the poor man mad.

He suppressed a shiver as "you" suddenly circled a finger around his rim, hearing "you" mutter a spell that lubricated your fingers as you teased the outside of his entrance. Normally he'd be embarrassed by the moan he let out as his finger breached his hole in reality, but he couldn't care less since all he could focus on was you in his imagination. He gave himself a moment to adjust before he started to move the finger inside of him, and he couldn't stop himself from imagining how you'd look at him as you fingered him. How you'd mock and tease him for getting so worked up over one finger. Or maybe you'd coo at him, telling him how pretty he looks under you. Either one was driving him wild as he slipped a second finger inside of himself.

He started off slow at first, using his fingers to drag along his insides in a way that made him shiver. It wasn't long before his patience ran thin though, quickly ramming his fingers inside and out of him as he moaned your name into his empty room, the wet squelching causing his face to heat up in embarrassment at how he was acting, but he just couldn't stop himself. He used his other hand to tug at his cock, stroking himself fast as he got closer to his release.

It wasn't enough, it just wasn't enough. He needed your cock so badly. He needed to be bred by you even though he knew it was physically impossible for him to get pregnant. Hell, he didn't even WANT to get pregnant if he could, but the thought of you fucking him so hard and deep that it defied the literal laws of nature turned him on so badly that it hurt. He needed your cum deep inside him, pounding your seed from previous rounds even deeper into him until he couldn't even think properly.

He couldn't stop himself from letting out a deep moan as he finally came all over his shirt, having forgotten to remove it earlier in his frantic state. Once he finally snapped back to reality and gently pulled his fingers out of him, he couldn't help but cringe at the feeling of his cum seeping through his shirt. That only made him think about what you'd say if you saw him so desperate like this though, frustration welling up again as he felt himself rub his thighs together.

Fuck.

He used a spell to clean his hands quickly as he grabbed his DDD, searching for your name as he finally sent you a message.

monSOLO: "Please, I need you so badly, just come over and fuck me already."

monSOLO: "I know you've seen my hints. I've seen how you look at me when I've given you them. Come over. Please."

monSOLO: "I know you're reading my messages right now. Fuck...come over. Please."

He was almost ready to give up and accept defeat until he suddenly saw the three moving dots signifying you were typing. He gripped his phone as if it would slip from his hands any moment. His cock slowly started to twitch back to life as he read your message.

MC: "I'm coming over right now. I hope you aren't planning on using your legs too much tomorrow, I'm not letting you go until I've drained every last drop I have into you."

Fuck. You truly were going to drive him mad, in the best way he could ever ask for from his lovely apprentice.

[badperson-8]

Butting In (Part 1) Lucifer, Mammon, Levi

Male/AMAB MC finds an intriguing sex toy – a magical fleshlight, which is automatically connected to the body of whoever haunts their sexual fantasies. How will each brother react if MC succumbs to the temptation and uses the device?

amabMC x Lucifer, amabMC x Mammon, amabMC x Levi

3.5k words | NSFW | Porn without plot | gn!pronouns MC | AO3 link

Content Warnings: Dub-con | Anal Sex

Part 2 (Satan, Asmo) Part 3 (Beel, Belphie) Part 4 (Diavolo)

Lucifer

Lucifer sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut. He’s been sent to the House of Lords on behalf of Lord Diavolo for a brief check of their quarterly financial report. But what should’ve taken him at most two hours, stretched into several-hours torture, due to the incompetence of these noble fools. The accounting department did their best to analyze and categorize all the expenses, but Lords were so utterly incapable of providing any reasonable data in time that the finished report turned out to be an incoherent mess.

So now Lucifer is stuck in a place full of insufferable snobs, damned to do their job instead of them. At least the most excruciating part is over: he had to personally collect all the additional papers from each Lord, and now he only needs to compare the numbers. The demon has already sent all the accountants away; if they didn’t succeed the first time, it’s highly unlikely that they’ll be of any use. Lucifer prefers to work alone anyway.

The only two things that motivate him right now are a huge cup of the strongest coffee ever known to demons and potential revenge. If Lucifer manages to find any traces of financial machinations, Lord Diavolo will take this matter into his own hands. And when he’s on the case, it’s useless to hide behind the high status of a noble. The Future King deals with problems swiftly and mercilessly.

Lucifer smirks, takes a sip of coffee, and focuses on the documents in his hands. The demon occupied the office of one of the Lords after he unceremoniously kicked out the owner. The room has too many golden decorations for Lucifer’s liking, but at least the chair is comfortable enough. The soft rustle of papers and the rhythmical ticking of the clock help him concentrate and ignore intrusive thoughts about one particular human who waits for him at home… Perhaps there are actually three things that motivate Lucifer right now, but his pride will never let him admit it.

A sudden shiver runs along Lucifer’s body, making him twitch and almost spill all the coffee on the documents. The demon immediately lets go of the cup and straightens up, trying to figure out what the hell happened. But Lucifer doesn’t spot anything unusual, only the same ticking of the clock breaks the silence of an empty room.  

The second shiver strikes him just as suddenly. This time it’s stronger, it pierces his mind and makes him grab the edge of the table, looking for support. Lucifer feels the ghost touches on his body, which concentrate on his backside. He unconsciously presses his hips against the seat in an attempt to hide his delicate parts from the unknown intruder. But to no avail. The unstoppable force concentrates on his most vulnerable part of the body, pressing inside and massaging the tensed walls of his entrance.

Lucifer bites his lower lip, trying to contain all the embarrassing noises deep within; a thin stream of blood runs down his chin and lands on one of the documents, staining it and coloring the white pages red. His trembling hand wipes off tiny drops of sweat from his forehead.

The Avatar of Pride is not capable of panicking, as simple as that. He has everything under control, no matter what happens. But now, for the first time in eternity, Lucifer doesn’t know what to do. He’s lost and confused; the burning desire to twist the neck of whoever does this to him and the baffling temptation to submit to these new sensations are tearing him apart.

Lucifer chooses the first option, concentrating his magic on the faint traces of the curse that makes him lose control over his body. The demon frowns as he mentally untangles the magical energies and reaches the source of the disturbance.

It’s MC, it’s their life force, their magical energy. Lucifer senses the power of some kind of artifact nearby, but its magic doesn’t look dangerous. The demon sighs, letting his tensed muscles finally relax. He feels an all-consuming relief at the thought of MC being the one who’s behind this. It’s them, they are responsible for all this nonsense. Of course, who else would it be? He should’ve figured it out sooner.  

A gentle pressure on his insides continues, it seems MC doesn’t use the artifact to its full potential yet, preferring to check the toy with their fingers. Lucifer leans back in his chair and spreads his long legs apart. He could fly all the way to the House of Lamentation, confiscate this suspiciously powerful artifact, and lecture them for several hours straight, but…

Lucifer’s line of thought is interrupted by a sudden sensation of some liquid inside him. The demon frowns harder as he feels his cheeks and ears burn with humiliation. He closes his eyes, not to see how his hand unzips his pants and lets out his neglected boner. He doesn’t want to accept this. Lucifer shouldn’t be so agreeable towards the fact that he is being used as a sex toy. Even if it’s MC who does that. Stroking his dick to such foul sensations feels almost like a betrayal of his Pride. He should ignore his urges and…

The touch of a much bigger object feels shocking, no matter how much Lucifer anticipated dreaded the next stage of MC’s curiosity. It feels so much hotter than their fingers; it stretches him open inch by inch without meeting any resistance from Lucifer’s body. He breathes out sharply and tries to stop his hips from trembling. What a disgrace.

Lucifer clenches his fists, stubbornly ignoring his own growing excitement. But despite his efforts, his thighs spread even wider, chasing the feeling of the hot and pulsating flesh, magically conjured to bring Lucifer pleasure. The damn artifact is too good at recreating MC’s dick, too good at imitating all the deep thrusts. The demon can bear this for only so long. He snarls, grabs his dick, and starts stocking it with hungry desperation.

A quiet moan escapes Lucifer’s lips, but he immediately shuts his mouth with his hand, trying to save at least some dignity. The quicker the pushes become, the more difficult it is to contain all the moans. As Lucifer feels MC coming inside him, he bites his hand as hard as possible to muffle the final embarrassing sound. He growls as his fangs pierce his own skin, and his dick finally releases.

It takes him some time to regain his senses. The rhythmical ticking of the clock slowly returns Lucifer to reality. The demon silently stares at the pile of documents, now partially covered not only with his blood but also his sperm. He lifts his trembling hand and snaps his fingers to set the whole pile ablaze.

…They say that after one of the offices in the House of Lords burned down, together with important documents, the whole establishment had to work overtime to restore the lost data. It’s still unknown what exactly happened; some rumors mentioned a black-winged demon flying out of the office’s window in the direction of the House of Lamentation. But the strangest event that surpassed even the fire in one of the core institutions of the Devildom was no doubt the fact that, despite the sudden calamity and overdue financial report, Lucifer was walking around with a huge, bright smile on his face.

Mammon

Mammon is in deep shit. For real this time. He breathes heavily, peeking at five demons from around the corner. He sighs with relief as they march past his hiding spot and lovingly presses a giant bag full of money to his chest.

From Mammon’s perspective, this whole situation is exclusively the fault of these stupid morons. Who the hell keeps their money in cash nowadays?! These idiots were simply begging to rob them. How could Mammon say no? He will use the money better than they ever could anyway. MC was saying something about a new phone…

Mammon quietly swears and squats behind a dumpster, merging with the shadows. One of the demons returned and is now standing uncomfortably close to his hiding spot. Mammon needs to get out of here before they find him. He should make a run for it once the path is clear.

He squats lower, firmly hugging the bag in his hands. And he almost falls on his ass once he feels some kind of movement inside this very ass. Mammon shivers from disgust at the thought that he seems to be infected by damn tapeworms. He knew that a dinner at that shady restaurant was a bad idea. But seriously, how many are there? Or is it one thick-ass worm? It sure feels like it.

Despite his struggles, Mammon does his best to keep an eye on the demon next to him. They seem to have taken a break from the chase and are now simply smoking a cigarette.

Mammon can’t wait for too long, he needs to escape now while he has this chance. It seems he has to use just a little bit of violence. This demon is relaxed and completely unaware of their surroundings; it will be easy to jump them and knock them out within seconds. Gently, of course. Mammon quietly cackles as he slowly approaches the demon, still half-squatting and holding the bag in one hand.

But just as Mammon is ready to commit yet another crime, the fucking worm starts squirming again. The demon quietly moans, then immediately slams his mouth with his hand. The loud slap almost alerts the smoking demon, but they shrug it off.

“Must’ve been the wind.” They mumble, lifting their head and glaring at the stars. The sky is so beautiful today.

Meanwhile, just several feet away from the romantic demon, Mammon is having a mental breakdown. What the hell was that? No, Mammon didn’t just moan thanks to some stupid parasites, it’s a blatant lie. He tosses the bag on the ground and tries to turn his torso backwards to check his butt. It doesn’t help in the slightest since his jeans cover everything, so Mammon can only stare at his ass with disapproval.

His whole body suddenly shivers, making him drop to his knees and close his mouth with a hand once again. He feels something sticky and moist inside. At first, this strange sensation bothered only his asshole, but now it’s spreading deeper, all the way inside…

Mammon blinks away a single tear, trying not to panic. His medical condition is certainly dire, maybe he’s even dying. No, Great Mammon won’t die from some stupid worms, or whatever this is! He’ll find a cure; he just needs to escape first. MC will have to wait for a new phone a little longer, though; it seems that all the money will be spent on Mammon’s medical bills…

A sudden pressure on his asshole sends goosebumps all over Mammon’s body. He has to cover his mouth with his second hand, falling all the way to the ground. He’s now lying on his stomach, trying to regain his senses. Mammon feels something pushing inside him. His legs tremble, losing all their strength. His brain is trying to process everything that is happening but completely gives up once the ass gets attacked by powerful thrusts. Mammon’s erection is pressed uncomfortably to the ground through his jeans. He can’t even change the position, or at least take off his pants, since his body has fully betrayed him. The violent shivers shake Mammon’s body; he spends his last energy keeping his hands close to his mouth. Otherwise, the whole neighborhood will hear his whimpers.

Mammon’s mind is completely shut down, maybe as a way of precaution. At least the poor demon can’t reflect on the whole situation and be terrified of being either hopelessly ill or cursed. He can only focus on deep thrusts that hit his prostate over and over. The only thing that bothers him right now is his dick, still trapped in his jeans. He presses his hips closer to the ground to get at least some friction.

Mammon closes his eyes, breathing heavily into his hands. He’s so close, just a little more…

He’s suddenly being filled with something so hot that it heats up his insides; his ass unconsciously starts to greedily absorb this mysterious substance. Mammon trembles violently as he finally comes all over his pants. His last vocal moans break through the shield of his hands, shattering the surrounding silence.

As Mammon slowly returns to reality, he feels that his ass is now completely fine. He also feels that he is now surrounded by five angry demons who are ready to beat the shit out of him.

…MC is caressing Mammon’s soft hair as the demon complains to them about his rotten luck. He managed to escape in the end, which was a miracle, even with his abilities to run faster than anyone in the Devildom. The demons didn’t succeed in hurting him, but they took all their money back. Mammon doesn’t care that much about the money, though, being much more concerned about the possible disease. And MC just silently pats his hair, gathering their courage to tell Mammon about that one cool thing they found… And how it can actually be responsible for all of today’s misadventures.

Leviathan

Levi is bursting with excitement as he strolls around the comic-con. The amount of merch for all his favorite shows is simply unbelievable; and all the talented cosplayers make him wish he wasn’t such a shut-in otaku. To take a photo with any of them would be like a dream come true, but he’ll reach this major milestone some other time. He already has a huge reason to be proud of himself today.

Few reasons, actually. First of all, he came to this comic-con alone. All alone! Him! That’s right, he doesn’t need to ask Beel or Satan to come with him anymore. He doesn’t need any emotional support to come to this place, full of people… scary strangers… maybe they all think that he’s gross… or he smells bad…

Levi shakes his head, using his personal method of overcoming such anxiety attacks. All he needs to do is imagine MC, who holds him by the hand and smiles brightly at him. Yeah, that’s better. They always do this when he’s about to panic. Levi can’t give up, he promised that he’d have fun on his own.

The demon sighs, wishing MC was here with him. Lucifer forbade them to leave the house after they broke something when they were fooling around with Mammon. Levi frowns: this greedy scumbag always finds a way to mess with him, and now Levi has to spend the day all alone. Mammon ruined their date, and…

No-no-no-no, it wasn’t supposed to be a date, alright?! It WASN’T! Levi just offered MC to come with him, that’s all. He didn’t actually hope… That would be just silly, right?! Right…

Levi shakes his head once again, adjusting his stockings. Heels are not so bad, but these stockings are constantly trying to fall down. Maybe his legs are too skinny for this…

Hm? Oh yeah, that’s actually the second reason why Levi should be proud of himself. When he finally decided to invite MC on a da-… to hang out, he decided to consult with the professional, namely Asmo. He gave him some strange advices, like not eating too much during the day to avoid getting too dirty down “there”. Levi didn’t know where “there” was exactly, but he didn’t have the courage to ask. Other than that, Asmo had some great ideas: he assured Levi that MC would really appreciate it if he showed them his true passion. Specifically, if Levi put on his Ruri-chan costume, with stockings and all.

This idea got him really inspired; Levi spent several days preparing the costume for the show. So when the da-… the hangout was cancelled, he couldn’t just leave the costume at home. So he quickly made a giant sign “No photos, No touching, No interactions”, and came to the comic-con dressed in his pink dress.

Levi has never been prouder of himself. Despite everything, he paid homage to his favorite character. He wishes MC could see him right now…

“Ngh…” Levi winces, almost dropping his sign to the ground. His thighs firmly press together, slightly shaking from a sudden, unknown sensation between them. The demon blushes heavily and sprints to the bathroom, locking himself in one of the stalls.

He tosses the sign on the floor, lifts his skirt, and tries to inspect the area beneath. Levi did his best to make Ruri-chan’s costume as authentic as possible, which obviously included the right type of underwear. So now the demon carefully gropes his hips, covered with pink silk panties, in search of anything unusual.

His fingers dig into the silky fabric as he feels a strong tremble that concentrates in the area of his butt. He almost tears his underwear with his claws, trying to fight the unexpected weakness in his knees and not fall to the floor.

Levi gathers his strength, reaches the toilet lid, smashes it closed, and lands on it, breathing heavily. He would have never thought that it would be so hard to do such mundane actions, but he feels exhaustion after this little feat. He’s so confused by the riot of his own body that he doesn’t know what to think. Levi feels something slowly pushing inside, stretching him carefully. The only thing that prevents him from starting to seriously freak out is the fact that this unknown force immediately finds his weak spot.

The demon loudly screeches as something starts applying more pressure to his prostate. His dick already peeks out of the pink panties, leaving wet stains on the underwear and the skirt.

“Excuse me? Are you all right?” Someone knocks at the door of Levi’s stall, making him freeze. He squeezes his skirt in frustration as he shakily replies:

“Y-y-yes.”

That’s the best he can do, but luckily the stranger finds this reply passable and leaves him alone. Levi feels as his butt and asshole get covered in something sticky and warm, and he shivers in terror and anticipation. Wait, “anticipation”? No, Levi doesn’t enjoy this insane situation, not at all!

But self-reflection can wait. If the pushes renew, his voice will betray him again. And if this happens, the whole comic-con will hear him, and he certainly can’t let this happen! Levi needs to find something to block all the sounds ASAP. He looks around, trying to find something useful, but there aren’t many things in toilet stalls. Maybe something on him… Oh!

A genius idea graciously visits him. One of the main pieces of Ruri-chan’s clothing is, no doubt, her cute pink hat. Levi mentally apologizes to Ruri-chan for using her iconic hat in that way, takes it off, and shoves it in his mouth.

Just in time for a new stage of thrusts to start. This time they are much more intense. Levi feels how his fangs tear the soft fabric of his precious hat. But his idea mostly works: all his moans and whines are muffled, they are just quiet enough not to alert other people. He grabs his skirt, panties, his own thighs – anything other than his dick. Levi doesn’t want to do it like this. Not in the toilet stall, surrounded by strangers. Not in the Ruri-chan’s dress. Not without MC…

Levi slightly relaxes as his thoughts concentrate on MC. If he imagines that it’s them who inserts their dick inside him, he’ll manage to get through it. His brain successfully tricks itself, almost actually making him believe that it’s MC who is behind this cruel joke. If it’s them, it’s all right, Levi thinks, and allows himself to touch his neglected cock.

He strokes it desperately, focusing on his vivid fantasy of MC. His hole starts pulsating eagerly as he dives into his imagination. Whatever is on the other side must’ve felt how welcoming his hole became; the thrusts get faster and harder, almost making Levi fall from the toilet seat to the floor. He quickens the pace of his strokes to match the impatient pushes, squeezing the hat in his mouth with all his might.

He comes the moment he feels the hot release of an unknown entity inside him. Colorful circles flood his vision, leaving him completely strengthless. He tries to catch his breath, lazily thinking about the ruined costume, especially the pink panties he accidentally tore up. Now he needs to somehow clean up and hurry home, seeking refuge in MC’s arms. He’ll never go to any event without them again.

Part 2 (Satan, Asmo) Part 3 (Beel, Belphie) Part 4 (Diavolo)

P.S. The art doesn't belong to me, it's an official art from Shall We Date: Obey Me! (You, Me and Devil's Coast card)

[avalordream]

Prompt: Imagine you get isekaied in Our Life. Only thing is that you wake up as a child and remember everything. You can only save at this point but you can still access the save and load menu and see your previous runs.

Meanwhile your precious neighbor is slowly becoming self aware, getting deja vu with every passing second- as if this has all happened before...

A/N: A few days after I posted this- a few other thoughts came to mind- SO HERE IS MY ATTEMPT AT VOCALIZING THEM

You’re keenly aware of how small and tiny you are the moment you wake up. 

For the first few days, you started to acclimate to…the family home. 

It wasn’t YOUR family though. It never was. It was MC’s. Not your’s.

You could project all you wanted onto MC but it was never your family or your life to experience. It was theirs.

Even so, you quickly found yourself missing the life you were used to. More specifically:

The cuisine.

It was hard not to draw suspicion to the fact that you were craving different food genres aside from Mom’s Pamela’s mac and cheese and cheeseburgers. 

Ma’s Noelani’s Hawaiian food helped quite a bit to hold you over as you started to ponder over how to approach it.

Kind of hard to bring it up to your MC’s parents that you wanted Asian/Middle eastern/Indian/Pakistani/Mexican/etc food when there was none of that for miles around

For the time being, you had to quietly hint and nudge their thoughts into that direction but not enough to make them suspicious. Noelani obviously had her suspicions about Cove getting into the house from Step 2-3 but never brought it up once. From what you could tell, she was scary observant

Another issue was how clumsy your new body was.

Your mind might be able to remember how to do everyday tasks like writing and such but this tiny body didn’t have the muscle memory to match it

Much to Liz’s dismay, you spent quite a bit of your time forcing your hands and legs to train to do things your adult body could do in a snap

Time wise- technology was a huge sucker punch. It made you feel bad for taking your own devices for granted. 

That being said, self learning everything was going to be hard without a phone or computer on hand, especially knowing that you’d have to go through the cursed education system all over again- but most likely much harder

There had to be a reason older folk complained about it, right?...

Your MC’s birthday was the same as your own, just that the birth year is 1997. That being said, the current year was 2006… Funny. You were only two in 2006…

…

Back to self learning, you tried to practice what you considered basic math long after everyone had fallen asleep

Usually, your day was filled with entertaining Shiloh and Liz, playing in the park or going along with whatever Liz said. Judging by the giant for sale sign across the street and the date, you figured out that you got isekaied roughly at least a month or two before Cove and Mr. Holden would move in. 

Who knew how that would go now that you weren’t subjected to just three choices?

Even after playing around, your body was exhausted and your baby mind was just as pooped out.

The first few days you would wake up early as children do and tried doing your math and remembering as much as you could at that time

Yeah, Liz nearly gave you a heart attack after she barged in and you had to play it off as you scribbling absolute nonsense cause you were bored

After that near collision, you changed your prep time to being at night. Sure, you woke up to Liz shaking you and not getting enough sleep in the morning, but you needed to refresh your memory the best you could

You couldn’t do it every night though and did your best to keep some sort of schedule so you wouldn’t forget - and worry your MC’s moms

They noticed the first few times of how sleepy you’d be when you’d wake up later than usual - granted if Liz didn’t wake you up - and a few nights after, you nearly got caught right in the middle of your review.

Pam was more sneaky than Noelani, so you should’ve seen this coming- but even so, you had everything spread out on your rug when you just barely heard her footsteps come to your MC’s door

You had enough time to shove everything underneath your bed - your room was messy enough but better safe than sorry - and quickly dive under the covers before you heard your door open with the softest of clicks

She was around for a good while before you heard the door close again but you didn’t relax until you were sure her footsteps went back to the master bedroom

After that, you were much more careful about how long you spent studying and when. You haven’t been caught since.

Occasionally, you’d have to sneak in your MC’s parent’s room to grab any books that you needed. Good thing Noelani was a book nerd.

You did have to be careful about your self learning- you didn’t want them getting any suspicions that their kid was suddenly…different out of nowhere.

You had no idea what MC was like as a kid before the events of Our Life so you tried your best to piece together what you could 

Speaking of, there were a bunch of things you quickly realized about Our Life, one of which is that game didn’t go over nearly everything that MC went through, let alone before Cove came or others that it only touched on briefly

For example, the tourists that came and went every year happened to be close friends of Pamela’s from her time in university, hence why they were so friendly to you and Liz in particular. 

It was also why they knew how to… handle your ever changing moods. At least-

That’s what it looked like to them.

To you- it was because you had to battle MC’s initial responses to these scenarios.

Go figure, this body still had its fair share of emotions inside of it, leaving you to figure out if this sharp pang of fear or worry was your own or not.

It left you second guessing everything you did, especially when you’d be up at night, studying and practicing your writing

It seriously irked you, knowing your writing was sloppy even though you knew this body couldn’t help it. It didn’t make seeing your scrappy writing less frustrating though

Despite how much you tried to hide how YOU felt, not MC, Noelani still picked up on the small shifts in your behavior. 

One of these being the irritation you harbored for your writing. 

Speaking of emotions, you found your body easily overwhelmed by any stronger ones- your own irritation making you cry- an alien feeling and one that took even you by surprise.

Worse part? The first time happened was in front of Noelani when she tried to help you practice your penmanship

Naturally, she tried to comfort you MC by trying to console you, saying it’d be better with practice and wiping away your tears but no matter how YOU tried, the tears wouldn’t stop flowing

It wasn’t until much later that you realized that MC’s tiny self had their own limits and by pushing those adult feelings and expectations that YOU had onto it sent it into a messy overdrive.

After that, you had learned to slow down- the world wasn’t ending…even if it felt like it.

…

The nail in the coffin for you that made YOU cry. Not MC’s body: Your dreams started to resemble parts of your life. 

You’d dream that you were back at your desk job or filling out mundane paperwork but no matter how boring it’d be, it was YOUR life.

The one YOU were used to and familiar with

You’d always feel so relieved to be back where you were supposed to, whether you were happy with that life or not

It was that feeling of having all your choices in your hand and being in control of where you wanted to go, if that made sense.

Nobody made those choices for you except well…you.

Only to have that feeling of familiarity ripped away once you registered Liz waking you up to play while “Ma and Mom snooze the day away!”

…

You just want to go home…

To YOUR home…

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[compulsivelywet]

Boyfriend to Death x Reader/MC

Chapter 1 - °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Warnings: Puppy play, humiliation, Collars, BDSM, Kidnapping, Butt plugs, Latex, Multiple endings, Heavy BDSM - and others (soz lazy)

Dead Dove: Do not eat ⭐️ also a WIP

This is a Ren Hana X reader

(AMAB)

This is not for minors!! - Minors DNI !!

Future chapters will be added - Fic under cut ->

M/C walked anxiously through the forest, having been separated from their friends. After a party, they had been out drinking and ran into the nearby forest to throw up what they had just drunk. But there was a tiny problem with their plan. M/C stumbled deeper and deeper into the woods and now walked alone.

Before they could even react, something tightened around M/C’s neck and pinned him to the ground. They opened their eyes and saw the fugitive holding a control pole. The noose held tight around M/C’s neck. M/C struggled for a few moments but eventually went limp on the ground, accepting his fate. All he could do now was beg for his life.

“Please don’t kill me! I promise I won’t tell anyone. If you let me go, I promise you’ll never see me again! I’ll never bother you again, just please don’t kill-”

Before he could finish his pleading, the Beastkin smashed a glass bottle over his head, immediately knocking M/C unconscious. Ren then relieved the pressure on the snare and removed it from the other's neck. He gently patted his soft hair, humming happily to himself.

“Don’t worry, my little puppy. I’ll take good care of you.”

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As soon as M/C awoke, they knew something was wrong. He was in some kind of living room, chained to the wall. He felt a slight tightness around his arms and legs, slightly cold, and a dull pain in his rear. His face flushed a bright red when he realized that he was practically naked. All that he wore were black latex thigh-high heels, latex sleeves, a collar around his neck, and a metal muzzle strapped around his head.

He flinched when he felt a hand pet his hair.

“Awww, is my little puppy finally up from his nappy?” Ren said in a mocking baby voice.

“Let me go, you bastard! T-This isn’t funny!”

The Beastkin giggled at the insult before putting a finger under M/C’s chin and scratching.

“Coochie coochie coo~” He teased.

M/C slapped his hand away before realizing what had been done to his own hand. His fingers were tightly bound in horribly restrictive gloves, rendering them completely useless.

“Aww. My puppy’s being a little feisty today.”

M/C glared at him. If looks could kill, Ren would be six feet under already. The fox’s smile only got wider.

“You’re being awful grumpy today. How about you wag that little tail for me?”

Ren reached behind and pulled something. M/C felt a slight pressure in his rear. He turned around, and his worst fear was confirmed. He had a sizable buttplug in his ass with a fluffy brown tail attached to it.

M/C became even more enraged, he jumped to his feet, about to charge at his captor, but he fell back down almost immediately when he felt a sharp pain on both of his soles.

“AAAHH! W-What the fuck?!”

“You’re such a silly puppy. Puppies don’t stand on two legs. I knew you would forget that, so I embedded nails on the bottom of those heels to prevent you from standing upright.”

M/C gasped in horror and disgust. He became enraged and began to yell at the fugitive.

“YOU SICK BASTARD! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN DO THIS TO ME! I’M NOT A FUCKING DOG.” Ren merely shook his head.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Normally I would punish you for that, but I’ll be lenient since it’s your first day and you don’t know any better. Besides, we haven’t even begun your training yet.”

A shiver went up M/C spine when Ren mentioned “training.” He didn’t even want to imagine the humiliation that would entail.

He watched as Ren went to the kitchen. He quickly returned to M/C, holding a bottle full of milk.

“Maybe you’ll calm down once you eat.” Ren pushed the bottle through the wire muzzle cage and pressed the amber nipped to M/C’s lips, urging him to suckle.

M/C’s face flushed even redder as he turned his head away, refusing the bottle. Ren tried again, shoving the bottle in front of his face once more, his tail busheling out in frustration.

“M/C, please. You need to eat to grow big and strong.”

Still, M/C stubbornly refused to drink, glaring at the bottle.

“How dare he?! How dare he kidnap and humiliate me, and then expect me to drink from a fucking bottle?!” M/C thought to themself.

Ren sighed, realizing that his puppy wasn’t going to eat, so he went back to the kitchen and put the bottle away.

“You’ll have to eat eventually you know?”

M/C decided right then and there that he wasn’t going to eat anything until their friends came to his rescue. Hopefully, they won't take too long...

Ren walked up to M/C, giving him a quick peck on the forehead, which made M/C growl angrily at him.

“Goodnight pup! I bought you the best doggie bed I could find, so you should get a good night’s sleep. Maybe if you’re extra good, I’ll even let you sleep in my bed!”

Ren turned off the lights and began to walk towards his bedroom. Before he closed the door, however, he excitedly said “Sleep tight my little puppy! Tomorrow, we’re going to spend the WHOLE day together!”

[kiskisur]

(any character you imagine idk)

they caress your face, letting out a deep sigh before kissing your forehead and smiling.

"you did your best today, I'm proud of you.."

they whispered, wiping the tears of your face and looked at you with loving eyes.

"I love you."

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Belphegor x AMAB Reader || What A Good Boy~

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Another commission finished ÙwÚ

Word Count: 4, 130 words

Rating: Rated R, 18+

Includes: AMAB Reader, he/him pronouns, Poc Reader, Brown skinned Reader, Praise Kink, A bit of breeding, Biting, marking, claiming, fingering, tickling, anal play, fingering, etc

A/N: Thank you SO much for commissioning me Anon! Your love and care means so much. I hope you enjoy your story and if you have any reviews please leave them in my ask box!

-A

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He's at it again.

Belphie had developed this thing where he'd go out of his way and find you even when he would get grumpy in those moments when you were actually really busy and couldn't always be able to be stuck to his side.

You always came without struggle or argument when you could and it was actually so nice being in the seventh brother's room, in his bed, surrounded by Belphegor’s presence and most prized things.

This time was no different from many others before.

You huffed softly when you felt the feeling of him scooting closer, the space between the two of your bodies practically non-existent now, just the way he always seemed to like it. You stay still as he leers even closer and this time he seems to be the one to lightly huff before slowly moving forward and slipping his head in the spot that occupies the space between your jawline and shoulder.

He takes a moment to take in your scent before he breathes out your name, his breath running over your throat while his hand crawls over the curve of your hip.

You hadn't even been sleeping fully, just almost there when he had started this and now you couldn't help but bite the inside of your cheek, gently nibbling. Belphie just couldn't seem to help himself, sure he wants you to rest but oh you're scent is good enough to actually eat. Ever since you first arrived in Devildom he found himself attracted and attached to your natural smell which always seemed to send the most filthy of thoughts through his mind whenever he picked up on it. You keep quiet, playing coy and seeing just what exactly would come from such a reaction and for a moment Belphegor seems to pause.

His hands continue to touch you with ghost like caresses though after a brief moment of thought, gentle brushes of his fingers slowly turn heavier, and hotter especially as Belphie seems to move one arm to wrap around your stomach before pulling the two of you flush together. He's already managed to be excited himself, the chub in his pants throbbing as thoughts of just what the demon of sloth planned on doing.

“Y/n?~” Belphegor lightly hums, his warm breath puffing against soft and beautifully melanated skin.

“I know you're awake~ There's no need to hide it from me..” he says in that low tone of his, the tone that he always seemed to have and you is was sure of his title but it makes you shiver nonetheless, you had learned by now that these actions of his definitely meant he was up to no good. As lazy as he may seem to do many things… with you in his bed it's like you've awakened the real beast in him. One that just wants to tear into you in all the best ways, one full with passionate energy even though he's still taking his time.

You couldn't fool him, no one was better at sleeping and resting and pretending to sleep, than he himself.

“What do you want?...” You softly say in response, feigning annoyance, your eyes opening slowly only to soon flutter back shut as Belphegor places a kiss on that precious tanned skin. It sent a shot of heat down to your gut almost immediately. He takes his time; smooching your smooth throat one, twice, three times until you can't help but squirm.

Quickly you find yourself growing excited, just as hot as he most likely is right now and the way that Belphie runs his lips over your neck and his hand down your stomach to grip your shirt and lift it just so he can trace your beautiful brown sends sparks shooting through you and up your spine.

Sometimes you almost seemed to doubt him and his nature as a demon. Belphegor was so sleepy usually and you had to admit it was definitely a good cover for his devious acts. He always seemed so lively in these moments, in these times where he could touch and grope at you and you always found your heart racing in your chest.

“Can't I just want to hold you?” The demon brother hums softly, his eyes lidded and glowing in the dark while his lips form a smirk against your skin. His nails seem to graze your skin before moving even lower until he pushes you night pants down a bit just to slowly slip his hand past the hem. You make a soft noise under the action.

The action makes you look down at your own body, blushing more and more as you watched what he did to your body, watched as he easily pulls the excitement forth in you like he always did.

“You..you know what you're doing. I know you're up to no good Mister..” You breath, mouth falling open now as pants leave your lips thanks to Belphie opening his mouth in order to start nibbling on your skin.

He doesn't respond, at least not right now, letting you savour him and his touches while you watched with those eyes that began to fill with heavy lust and love. The difference of skin pigment managed to add to your experience, watching as those light hands traced and teased your brown skin. He and his touches stand out, easily making your mind drift and fog up as he continues the affection. He's so warm, so attentive and when his hand trails even lower to push past your boxers and takes hold of your semi hard cock your voice seems to catch in your throat.

His hold isn't extremely tight but it is snug. It wasn't exactly until that moment that you realized just how excited simply receiving his attention has managed to rile you up.

“B-Bel..” you say now, voice shaking a bit until you bite your bottom lip and lower your head considering Belphie seems to find humor in the way you react, in the way you shake and tremble, the way you call out his name with the night air hovered around the two of you. He rolls his wrist and your hips jerk with the rush of heat that shoots right to your gut.

“Oh look, you're already so excited to have me touch you. What a good boy~” He says in a sickeningly sweet tone, one that makes you feel like you've been hit by a bus thanks to just how your breath seems to catch.

You find yourself submitting, the blush on your cheeks grow darker and warmer while you seem to pant and just as you move to rut your hips with his jerking he frees your cock, cupping your crotch and giving the whole length a rub before he finds himself poking your testicles. They were already heavy against him, hot and warm thanks to the way your cock twitches with attention.

You moan this time, a low and heated sound that seems to excite the both of you this time because you definitely managed to feel Belphegor’s clothed, hard cock pressed up against your back.

His hand moves lower and you open your legs more, your pants know falling past your knees, his hand between your thighs and you mewl when his fingers seem to swipe over your sensitive asshole.

The puckered entrance twitches lewdly on its own and you toss your head back a little exposing it more to Belphigor's hungry lips and mouth and he doesn't hesitate to take advantage, his nibbles turning into bites as he groans a little against you. He moved his other hand to hook under your raised leg and he hitches it up higher, slipping those silly pants off of you with his tail.

He holds you open. Your shirt is lifted showing those perky and sensitive dark nipples and your head really is spinning.

How exactly did he always manage to get you like this so easily?

You still wondered the answer from time to time.

It feels so fucking good; the way his fingers seem to tease your hole, pressing against the rim and rubbing. You arch, moaning out, your mouth falling open and tongue slipping out and just then Belphie pulls his hand from your anus back to your lips.

He slips his fingers into your mouth, down your throat and you gag a little in surprise before blushing all over again.

“You might what to be more quiet right? Didn't you say something like that last time?” He hums, his tone playful and his eyes looks at you from your shoulder, saliva being the only thing connecting him to your sun kissed skin for that splint moment before he chuckles.

“Something about how someone might hear us?~” Belphie says with a low purr as his lips continue to move over that skin of yours, that skin that distracted him whenever he saw it whether it be glistening with water or under the bright sun. You were just so distracting, in every way to him and Belphigor never seemed to be able to actually get enough of you, to get enough of just how beautiful you were both in your own right and while you were against him, under him…

You open your mouth just then, attempting to respond only to jolt when his other hand moves and his nails runs down sensitive, ticklish, flesh.

The sound you let out as you squirm seems to be both a laugh and a whine, pleasure and the imposing feel of pain sent a surge of euphoria rushing throughout your body. He chuckles again, holding you tight, just the way he wanted you, especially as his tail wraps around your lifted thigh just to make sure you didn't run from him.

He chuckles again. The way you're already quivering against him has his cock rock hard in his own slacks. You were simply far too cute.

It isn't that you were actually hurt but how dare he tickle you right now? At a time like this?

“B-Belphie-” you speak, crying out a bit as he moves swiftly. Getting up and flipping you, his hand moving up to lace in those curls of yours while pinning you down with ease.

His breath is ragged now as he leans over you, his hand in your hair while his other grips your shoulder. If you could see the face he was making now you'd lose your mind, even so, you can still feel it… feel his gaze trailing over your human form as he presses against your back. He does what to hear you say his name, he really does.

“Aw, look how cute you are.” He hums as he towers over you, looking at your ass as it shakes in excitement and he takes notice of the way your anus trembles and twitches and he can't help but curse under his breath while biting on his bottom lip.

“I love looking at you…” Belphegor coos, his tone like a loving lullaby while also hiding something much more devious. “I love watching the way you shiver under my touches, listening to the way you cry out my name..” he hums before pulling on of his hands back for a moment, taking the time to tug down his own pants roughly as if having them on right now was a nuisance. He groans softly when his cock jumps out; it's hard, standing proudly and it's a good size, meaty and laced with veins. There's also the bit of fuzz he seems to have on him. “I love touching you…” Belphegor breathes, looking down at the scene. Looking at that round and jiggly ass of yours, at that cute puckered hole and the heavy testicles…

He's losing his mind. Usually Belphie was all about taking his time but there was nothing more that he wanted to do other than sink his cock into that cute hole which practically seemed to be calling him.

The demon can't help but take a moment to lean down, one hand wrapping around his own cock while he takes a moment to spread your cheeks with the other, slowly rubbing himself as he looks at that tight rim. He leans in and without thought he sticks out his tongue and slowly trails it out your hole.

You mewl loudly, your own cock jumping at the wet, warm feeling over such a sensitive space. Heat bursts in your gut and you grip the pillows with one hand while trying to resist fondling yourself with the other.

He's just as hard as you are now, maybe just a bit harder and he groans, pulling away from your cute hole, leaving a strand of spit.

“I love tasting you~...” He says and his voice is rougher now from licking your asshole or simply being driven to lust? You weren't too sure, but what you were sure of was that you were more than willing to do anything he said. Happy to get groped, touched, licked… by him.

Your entrance is glistening now with his spit and Belphigor growls this time when he watches it twitch.

“You're so handsome, so tasty, so ripe for the picking..” he says and leans back up a little, taking his cock now and sliding it over the wet hole. It's such a feeling, one that makes you arch prettily before giving that beautiful ass a shake. Then you reached back with both hands so you could take hold of each cheek and hold yourself nice and open for him, giving him another lovely view of that hole and when your anus twitches against him and his cock, his length seems to twitch with you.

It's like it was tempting him, daring him to jump in and dive deep and Belphegor folds under the pressure.

It feels so good, your eyes lightly roll in bliss and then you feel something pushing in. The head of his cock nudges deliciously against your anus and as Belphegor scoots in closer he sinks in even more. It really is a tight fit, his head slips past that ring and Belphegor has to remind himself to be careful, to be patient, to not just grab hold of you and fuck you like you deserve even though it was so, so tempting. Not yet even though you're so warm, so wet.

After the tip slips in Belphegor can't stop himself from groaning, his eyes lidded and hungry as he watches the scene, watches as your hungry ass seems to take him, sinking down on his length until his cock is fully submerged in your hot, throbbing tunnel, balls deep.

You moan heatedly with each inch that slides into you, a heavy blush coloring your cheeks when a lewd sound of him settling into fills the air.

It's so good, especially as he lets go of your hair just to run his hands slowly over your sun kissed skin, drumming his fingers along your ribs which makes you jolt and shake. With his cock stuffing you you can't help but be distracted by that and the way he's tickling you right now and you feel overstimulation, the tip of your cock red and leaking with precum onto the bed below you. You're pretty sure that you might've actually lost your mind this time, that he's finally driven you so far past any form of redemption and you were fine with that.

More than fine to be his.

To belong to him.

Just like he always said that you would. Those moments where you found yourself pinned under him and wonder just how it even occurred… you could see it now. You understood better.

So much better.

Your eyes roll back while your toes curl, fluttering shut when he moves to carefully grip your hips. He rubs your smooth, nut brown skin with his palms a few times, humming as he lets you get it together, watching as that cute hole of yours seemed to squeeze, clench, and flutter around him as you took his cock like many, many times before. His petting turns to lightly running his nails over those inches of sweet skin and your stomach clenches as a strangled laugh tumbles from your lush lips. Shivers harshly run up and down your spine thanks to the action and he explores more of you as the second passes, his nails running over those fat cheeks before running over your hips, then your ribs, and back down again. Your noises only continued, growing louder and more desperate as you trembled under him before shaking your hips; hoping, begging, praying that he'll have mercy because your mind was literal goop right now.

“B-Bel.. Belphie please!” You croak and your tears prickle at your eyes. You are literally a mess, that skin glistening with a light sheen of wet that he just wanted to slurp up but Belphegor was so excited that he worried he might just actually eat you this time.

Well no, realistically, no he wouldn't at least not after all this time and everything the two of you had been through together.

A world without your presence was one he didn't want to exist on and though it's taking quite some time and reflection to come to such a conclusion it was true. He wanted you, always wanted you and sometimes the intensity of his own emotions could make him completely insane over you. Just thinking about it makes him pull his hips slowly back before he even thinks about it and the slide of his cock rubbing your sensitive insides as he reels back makes you moan again. The feeling of him surging forward a moment later sends so much pleasure rushing through you that you gasp and stuff your face into the pillows quickly as you moan loudly.

You're cock twitches more now, the feeling of distant but upcoming release is something akin to scratching a cat behind its ears.

You're arched so deeply against the bed that the sheets rub against the sensitive head of your length and your hardened nipples.

If only you could see yourself. If only you could see just how cute you were.

Belphegor breathes raggedly, his eyes looking down at you, watching the scene as his cock rubs and twitches between your soft, warm cheeks. It's so fucking hot that he bites his bottom lip while a blush colors his own cheeks now. He can't help but grip your hip with one hand, watching as the puckered ring of yours begged to be plowed while his other hand moves up to rub over his own nipple and then giving it a pinch and you roll your hips against him as you feel his cock twitching inside of you. It's only for a moment, the way he touches his own chest, playing with the sensitive flesh, but it's enough. The feelings of pleasure and hunger he was having right now as he watches you roll your hips, building a naughty pattern as you pull forward until his tip seems just ready to slip out before sinking back down, taking all of him.

Your ass seems to squelch every so often and he bites his lip as if he might moan as well. You can hear his heavy breathing, can feel the animalistic energy building in the air and when Belphie grabs your hips and gives a sudden rough thrust. You toss your head back, moaning loudly out as the mushroom tip of his cock seems to smash directly into the sweet bundle of nerves located deep inside of you. It's so fucking good, the way he doesn't seem to care how loud your getting as he groans, growling lowly while he follows that pattern you had previously until you could hear the harsh, wet plap, plap, plaping sound that followed your breathless and desperate cries.

“W..What a good boy, you always take my dick so fucking well.” He snarls, chuckling as he pounds you, fucking your ass open until you were pretty sure it was loud enough to hear if someone walked passed the bedroom door and such a thought only manages to excite you more. Your anus hugging him some more while you fisted the pillows under you as if your life depended on it, the sound of the bed creaking and shaking under the power of his affection and love for you and your body that he just adored so much.

“Look at you, you should see the way your cute slutty ass is swallowing my dick right now… I might just take a picture next time~” Belphie hums, teasing and yet while the idea was tempting you whine, begging him to just be quiet and make a mess out of you. Well, at least you would have said so if your voice wasn't helplessly filling the room like a corner street whore but Belphegor got the message nonetheless it seemed as he digs his nails into your hips and roughly grinds into you, holding you down and making you take it as his cock teased that sensitive spot in the most delicious and mind numbing way.

You couldn't bother to understand anything you were saying now.

Not while you could feel it, not while that orgasm was running up on you with each pull of your hips he made, not while your cock was leaking like it was and your eyes were watering.

“B-BELPHIE- Bel.. Belphegor I'm.. fuck I'm…” you try to tell him, practically sobbing into the pillows before you while you do so and he grins wickedly behind you.

“That's right, say my name just like that~ Let me know how much you love it.” He coos as he continues pounding you, his hands holding you tight just so you wouldn't dare try and run away from such sensations. His name falls from your lips like a prayer, like an affirmation and with each cry he feels it while he absorbs the power that comes from such actions. And just like the good boy you are you do just as you're told,eeling and whimpering out his name and you're so loud that you're sure than even he has forgotten about keeping you quiet as he groans out, rolling his head back and exposing his throat as he rammed you over and over again. 

When you cum Belphegor has to hold you down roughly and he can't stop himself from giving a few more harsh thrusts before fucking deeply and then moaning, quickly leaning down and biting down harshly on your throat while you managed to squeeze the cum out of his own cock and the spike of pain that comes from it mixed with the pleasure of your orgasm leading you off the edge finally managed to break you and you jerk and jolt, trembling and shaking harshly under him as your orgasm comes crashing down of you in waves. Your voice stands out in the lust, choking out his name as you finally burst, heavy ropes of cum shooting out of your prick and ruining the sheets below and the way his hips grind against yours while making your cock rub against the satin sheets draws out every last fucking drop in a way that leaves your mouth wide open and eyes lidded heavily while you pant, mind completely fried. 

Your body is soaked with sweat by now, your thighs trembling, cock twitching, and anus quivering and you couldn't bother to imagine the look you had on your face right now. All you could focus on other than the aftershocks that rushed through you was Belphie's kisses which he lays over the back of your shoulders before he leans in to lick your neck free of any blood that he may or may not have caused in his heat of moment while he blew his nut in you. You purr under the attention, under the warm and sweet kisses up until he reaches to cup your chin, leading you to lift your head back until you look him in his eye and he grins at that blissed out look written all over that cute face of yours that he loves. 

“Did you like it?~” He says a bit playfully and you wanted to be mad at that stupid handsome grin on his face but yet you pant until you manage to catch some of your breath. You can feel his cum sloshing around in you. 

“Y-Yes, you know I loved it..” you mewled and he huffs out a little laugh before closing the distance between your lips, kissing you until you squirmed a bit for breath before he pulled slowly away. 

“Good. Very good.” 

~

-A

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[camgirlkaminari]

several thoughts about the new years 2023 sketch that i CANNOT stop having:

he's getting hornier. he's been getting hornier on main the closer we get to the end of the series. everyone scroll his twitter back to 2021 and you will see there is an abrupt spike in horny art around august of that year. horny on main about literally all his own ocs and unapologetic about it

horikoshi has DEFINITELY been looking at all the bunnyboi deku fanart over the last 8 years

the previous two points lead me to conclude that the fandom has been picking up what he's putting down this whole time. shameless deku supremacy bunnyboi deku supremacy etc etc

also thinking maybe deku's steel toed thigh highs were an aesthetic choice and not entirely necessary for support reasons. thotty deku supremacy etc

hori really fleshes out his characters with these sketches it seems very clear to me that ochaco was bribed with free food for this event & kirishima didn't have to be bribed with ANYTHING he's just happy to be here, very on brand

thanks bud i WASNT thinking about their balls but NOW i am

that being said: release the balls cut horikoshi. i KNOW you have a secret balls-in drawing. im a 'do-it-for-the-bit' artist, i know theres a secret bit art folder i just KNOW it

and you KNOW he also did a bunnyboi katsuki sketch. hes a freaque he simply would not let that go undrawn

do you guys think katsuki feels left out. do you think he's mad he missed the memo. where are his eyes pointed, mirko? or ochaco? is he jealous. does he have fomo

katsuki adhd king

it is SO funny of hori to make mirko have to wear clothes while the rest of them wear her costume. so cruel. so inhumane. get dressed idiot

shouto said 👁️👄👁️ as usual absolute comedy king

[clownboymcchucklefuck]

Can't stop thinking about how Zachary would give AFAB MC head but not AMAB MC….

Since he's always topping wouldn't he count head to AMAB MC as bottoming? 💀

Zachary is sexist not clickbait??? Real?? At 3AM?? /J

[gladiatorcunt]

playing bg3 and astarion has me thinking thoughts and acting in ways

[badperson-8]

Butting In (Part 2) Satan and Asmodeus

Male/AMAB MC finds an intriguing sex toy – a magical fleshlight, which is automatically connected to the body of whoever haunts their sexual fantasies. How will each brother react if MC succumbs to the temptation and uses the device?

amabMC x Satan | amabMC x Asmo

2.7k words | NSFW | Porn without plot | gn!pronouns MC | AO3 link

Content Warnings: Dub-con | Anal Sex | Mentions of Blood and Violence (not during sex)

Part 1 (Lucifer, Mammon, Levi) Part 3 (Beel, Belphie) Part 4 (Diavolo)

Satan

Satan breathes heavily as he opens his eyes and looks around. There are three unconscious bodies (maybe even corpses) lying at his feet. Their flesh is all torn up, lacking either an arm or a leg. Satan stares at his hands, covered in blood, trying to remember how he got to this point. As the red liquid dries up and loses its pleasant warmth, he recalls what exactly happened.

Satan was on his way to the bookstore to find a book from the Human world MC mentioned earlier, when he heard a strange commotion in the alley nearby. He had some spare time, so he decided to check what was going on. There he found three young demons who were having fun by torturing a cat. The poor creature had multiple wounds all over its body.

The next second, Satan was standing in his demon form with blood on his hands. Well, that certainly explains things. It’s a relief that the reason for his temporary memory loss was rage. It would be unfortunate if he started having memory problems; his brain is an important storage of countless useful pieces of information after all.

Satan ignores the quiet whining of one of the demons - torturers of cats don’t deserve life in his book. It’s much more important to find the wounded kitten. It is known that cats have some mysterious connection to the Devildom, the land itself protects them, granting magical abilities that also include fast regeneration. They are much more vulnerable in the Human world than here, but still. It’s important to check this cat just in case, and maybe carry it to the vet clinic.

Satan takes a few steps further to the alley when he suddenly feels the overwhelming pleasure spreading across his whole body. The demon stops in shock, trying to analyze what provoked this reaction. Definitely not the recent massacre; Satan knows himself well enough to know that while violence satisfies his needs as the Avatar of Wrath, it doesn’t turn him on. Maybe the reason for such a reaction is the fact that it’s a rare occasion when he almost feels like a hero? Sexual arousal has a strong emotional component, after all. Even simple feelings like happiness or excitement can become erotic stimuli under certain circumstances…

The second wave of pleasure feels less overwhelming, because Satan was mentally ready for it. And he got a chance to examine the reaction of his organism more attentively. He notices a pattern, which leads him to believe that the source of these disturbances is…

His own backside. Satan shakes his head, his mind refuses to accept this information. It is indeed a delicate place with lots of nerve endings, but it can’t produce such… reactions on its own, without any stimulation.

Satan frowns and closes his eyes, examining his magical energy. Just as he thought, there are faint traces of the curse on him. The demon growls when he feels how invisible touches slowly move past his anal sphincters and get into his rectum. He has never understood why nature decided to make this particular place so sensitive. And now he has to endure such humiliation because of this. Satan’s pupils become narrow slits as he sinks into pure wrath.  

Satan snarls as he tries to ignore the distracting sensations and concentrate on the source of the curse. He can’t discover the essence of this spell or artifact, but he got something even better: a destination. Satan bares his fangs in something that almost looks like a victorious smile. His demon form makes him fast and efficient, so he jumps as high as he can and digs his claws into the brick wall, climbing up.  

Satan reaches the roof and starts running towards the source of the curse, imagining how he will rip out the intestines of the one who is behind all this. The sudden feeling of something wet inside him makes the demon trip off, but he grabs the side of the building just in time to save himself from a nasty fall. Satan roars, feeling his blood boil from fury. He jumps back on the roof, but this time he gets on all fours and starts sprinting as fast as he can.

The desire to tear apart the fool who dares to do this to him overtakes his brain. Satan can only concentrate on the magical trail and annoying boner that makes the way more difficult and longer than it should be. He doesn’t even realize where he’s sprinting. His eyes no longer see the road, as he feels something hot and heavy pushing past the tightened rings of muscle. Satan can only hear his own heartbeat and the blood pumping in his head as he gets closer to his goal.

Roof. Long jump. Concrete. Porch. Door. Fuck the door. Window. Jump…

The window shatters loudly, scratching the demon, but he couldn’t care less. Satan jumps straight at the target, dropping them on the floor and climbing on top of them. He swings his arm forward, ready to dig his long claws into the flesh…

But as he sees MC’s face, he redirects his hand to the side, scratching the floor right next to their face. They stare at each other in shock, unable to understand what is happening.

Satan silently turns his head around and sees some kind of artifact attached to MC’s hard dick. Even his monstrous face, covered in blood, and sudden attack didn’t kill their arousal. In fact, it seems they’re getting even harder…

Satan immediately looks back at MC, his eyes widening even more. MC just lays under him silently, their brain is completely shut down. Satan also has to gather all his strength to be able to think somewhat rationally. So, they find him… attractive? Even in his demon form? Even when he looks like… this? And it was them the whole time? They are… inside him?

A sudden moan from MC makes Satan almost jump to the ceiling like a scared cat. He only now realizes how fast his body relaxed as soon as he realized that MC was the cause of this… misunderstanding. His muscles stopped violently squeezing MC’s dick, so now the human must experience whole new sensations. Satan’s body feels it as well. Now, when his mind is not against the sudden intrusion, he starts to… enjoy it.

Satan tilts his head in curiosity, examining the human. His pupils slowly dilate as his shiny, green eyes absorb every hint of pleasure on MC’s face. His sharp, spiky tail carefully slides along MC’s body, stopping its tip near the artifact. It slowly wraps around the device, grabbing it tightly. Satan finds himself smirking when he sees the confused reaction of the human beneath him.

His tail gently moves the artifact up, along the hardened dick of MC. His claws uncontrollably rupture the floor near the human’s head as he feels the resumed movement inside. Satan and MC moan synchronically as the tail starts moving the artifact up and down, bringing them both immense pleasure.

Satan feels the human’s hands on his hips. Their trembling fingers attempt to unzip his pants and get to his dick. It takes them several tries, but they prevail in the end. MC starts massaging Satan’s cock, pumping it to the pace of their thrusts into the artifact. The demon growls in approval and satisfaction, quickening the movements on his tail.

The tempo of the pushes becomes intense and uncontrollably rough. Satan doesn’t dare put his hands or lips on the human, fearing to injure them with his sharp claws and fangs. MC doesn’t have such a problem, though, so they use this advantage to tease the mighty demon. Satan grumbles, but it feels too good, so he allows MC to do everything they want.

It doesn’t take long for them to reach their peak. Satan comes on top of his human, shivering with his whole body. He inhales deeply the smell of sex and pleasure that fills the whole room. Satan can’t hold in a soft purr as he settles on top of MC, not intending to get up anytime soon.

…Later that day, when Satan decided to finally release MC, they both visited the infamous alley. Bodies were nowhere to be seen, but they found a completely healthy cat, who ate all the treats they brought. It seems, the Devildom’s magic treats cats even kinder than it’s described in books. And demolishes everyone who tries to disturb the peace, one way or another.

Asmodeus

Today is a big day. Asmo has been chasing this opportunity for several months. He finally became the new face of Goetia Cosmetics. This company primarily specializes in hair products, but after a recent rebranding, they decided to start releasing makeup kits. It was a huge deal ever since they announced it, and every model, influencer, and actor wanted to be the ambassador of the new cosmetic line.

Asmodeus wasn’t so desperate, of course. Well, at least he hid it very well. In truth, he wanted this job just as much as everybody else. It was quite overhyped, true, and he totally understood it. But even MC, who wasn’t very knowledgeable about the fashion world of the Devildom, heard about this advertisement campaign. The second MC mentioned Goetia Cosmetics in a casual conversation with him, Asmodeus knew that he couldn’t let some second-rate model steal the spotlight. Not when MC had their eyes on this campaign.

The only problem was that Goetia Cosmetics didn’t want to hire well-established and popular celebrities. They were looking for a new face, someone fresh and unique. So they dared to refuse Asmo when he graciously offered his services.

But Asmo was in the business for too long to let this little unpleasant episode stop him. So, after a couple of polite, professional meetings and death threats, the company quicklyunderstood how foolish it was to refuse the most beautiful and popular demon in the whole Devildom. They even raised the fee for modeling in their campaign after Asmo semi-publicly assumed that they were looking for a new face purely to pay less to a presumed young and gullible model.

But Asmo is already regretting his decision to join this campaign. Deadlines are always brutal in this sort of business, but this is a new level of incompetence. Asmodeus sighs, checking his look in the mirror one last time. The company managed to do wonders from a marketing standpoint. But when it came to creating the actual material for the campaign, it became clear that the people in charge weren’t ready for a project of such scale. Deadlines were moved and missed multiple times on each stage of the project, and now they’ve reached a critical point. His photos were supposed to be published long ago, but they didn’t even start shooting them.

So now, it seems like the whole photoshoot will last for only one day. Asmo has no right to make a single mistake, he can’t feel ill or tired. He needs to deal with it like always, professionally.

Even if he feels suspiciously pleasant sensations in the area of his butthole. Asmo sighs once again, not sure if he should be pissed off or happy. MC chose literally the worst time to find the little present Asmo left for them. Asmodeus thought that it would make for a thrilling little game. He had no doubts about who would be in MC’s sexual fantasies. So he waited. And waited. And waited. But MC took their sweet time.

Okay, Asmodeus didn’t explain what this device was made for, and he simply left it in MC’s bedroom as a surprise. Maybe he chose a not so obvious spot, but still. MC should’ve figured out what this thing does long ago. And they finally did it. Fantastic.

“Mr. Asmodeus, sir. We’re starting in five minutes. Are you ready?” A little, round demon with impressive horns squeaks at Asmo, trembling slightly.

“Yes.” Asmo simply responds, wincing as MC’s fingers gently penetrate his hole. The little demon decides that Mr. Asmodeus doesn’t want to be disturbed, so they quickly run away.

Asmo examines his face in the mirror, wondering whether he’ll manage to hide his growing erection and unavoidable moans, sitting under the spotlight in front of several cameras. He’s quite good at being sneaky and masking naughty activities in public. But this is too public for his liking.

MC’s fingers gently play with his hole and move deeper, no doubt feeling Asmo’s warmth inside the artifact. They’re taking their sweet time again; they clearly don’t intend to finish in the next five minutes. Such delicious torture. Asmo smiles softly, teasingly squeezing the fingers with his muscles…

“Mr. Asmodeus, sir! We’re ready to start!” The same round demon returns, interrupting Asmo’s thoughts. Have five minutes already passed? Preposterous. So he was glued to the mirror this whole time, lost in the sensations from MC’s skilled fingers. A new wave of rumors about Asmo’s narcissism will certainly start after this, but he couldn’t care less.

Asmo straightens up and pridefully walks towards the chair on which he’ll spend the next several hours. At least he doesn’t have to advertise clothes, only the makeup on his face. He crosses his legs and casually places his hands in the area of his groin, attempting to hide his quite visible erection.

A lovely makeup artist runs towards him, fixing the last minor details on his face before the photoshoot starts. This is the exact moment MC chooses to apply some lube inside the artifact, making Asmo shiver and passionately breathe out on the verge of a moan right into the makeup artist’s face. Needless to say, the artist runs away immediately, blushing and stumbling. Well, at least the whole predicament is entertaining. But Asmo needs to control himself better to avoid harassment lawsuits.

And MC definitely doesn’t make it easier for him. He feels how their hard dick thrusts inside, going all the way in in one motion. The camera clicks right in front of Asmo’s face, capturing all the little details. The demon clenches his fists, doing his best to maintain a joyful smile, but it’s hard when MC immediately takes the crazy pace and pushes inside him at tremendous speed. Asmo is well aware of how mind-blowing his ass can be. He’s the Avatar of Lust, after all. But he never knew he would wish to be a little less perfect.

Because MC on the other side simply loses their mind, ramming the artifact with all their might. Asmodeus has to utilize every last piece of his acting skills to not show what he actually feels. He desires to spread his legs and take the whole length of MC’s dick, over and over. He wants to milk the damn thing, absorbing every last drop of MC’s cum. He wishes he could whimper and scream from pleasure as loud as he wants.

But he calmly sits on the chair, politely smiling and obediently turning his head 10 degrees to the side, so that the lighting illuminates his features better, just as the photographer wants it. Asmo’s boner leaves prominent wet stains on the fabric of his pants. He can feel it as he tries to stop his legs from shaking.

Asmo feels MC coming inside him, holding in a sigh of relief and smiling more brightly than ever. Finally, he gets a chance to take a break. Maybe he’ll even manage to make the boner go away if he concentrates on the photographer’s large pimple, which shines provokingly on his nose.

But the bright smile instantly disappears, as he feels MC going for the second round. Such stamina is quite admirable, but not in this situation.

“Asmo? What happened?” The photographer worryingly asks, noticing the disappearance of the smile.

“…Nothing. Please, continue.” Asmo smiles once again, bracing himself for a very long photoshoot.

…The campaign was a tremendous success, despite all the little problems during the production period. Asmodeus managed to make a ton of high-quality photos for the ad. But there was one particular picture that was used the most and became the official photo of the whole campaign.

That photo pictured Asmo’s most genuine and happiest smile the world has ever seen. It was the exact moment when, after several hours of sweet torture and several rounds of getting his ass destroyed by MC’s dick, Asmodeus gave up and let himself come right in front of the whole filming crew and a dozen cameras. All while keeping his cheerful smile on. Because that’s what being a professional means.

Part 1 (Lucifer, Mammon, Levi) Part 3 (Beel, Belphie) Part 4 (Diavolo)

P.S. The art doesn't belong to me, it's an official art from Shall We Date: Obey Me! (The Mysterious Box card)

[robin-goatfellow]

MC: *trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Daonna: Stop swearing at me, please.

Robin: Born? I just straight up spawned, lol.

Shae: Huh, I thought it was already obvious? Assigned fey at birth, of course.

[kiskisur]

you sending the brother's lewd pics while they're in class and they just suddenly stand up and walk out of class leaving the teacher confused asf

next thing you know you're getting fucked dumb by them

IMPORTANT <- must read

[glubandeepspace]

mc extrapolating notes as i procrastinate as much as ever on art and actual fic writing

canon suggests mc looks the same/similar in each incarnation (thinking of descriptions in rafayel's first Anecdote) which might as well happen but also that says little for the effects of wildly different lifestyles

mc (for me) is big & ripped as a deepspace hunter. grew up with insecurities surrounding how their evol is one that entirely depends on other people/things despite some ego in the fact she is of the small percent of the population with an evol at all—and dealt with it by trying to be and look as strong as possible (even though strength ofc doesnt always look like what you'd think), training with as many weapons as possible, as if mc wouldnt already be enough of a restless outgoing workaholic (occasionally also fighting against a constant primal fear of being used, both due to her evol and things he cant really remember yet, things like being some little thing in a lab). their fashion is practical yet playful (keychains, pins, generally odd accessories, short silly earrings-) and theyre drawn to / have themes of fire for totally totally no reason

philos knight mc a softer-edged, more graceful type of strong, while boyish for incidental practicality and simple preference mc doesnt think too hard about.

idk enough yet abt other mc(s) of xav lore. i know theres a queen one. maybe classmate mc is relatively plainest, helped by the fact there were probably uniforms. outside school going for the common styles to try feeling like she fit in more despite knowing she never will to the extent she wishes, protocore syndrome and all

forgotten sea mc was groomed as a "treasure" worth trading to a god in hopes for a wish (or multiple wishes) granted in return, so they were extra beautiful, though in a way some humans may have called freakish despite them being the standard-perpetuators—maybe mc was untouchable, as a rule. and one of the "foreign" things the false emissaries of the sea also liked to try giving their idea of the sea god as sacrifices. mc overall being called an "it" for more than one reason. isolated from normal society, mc did not really resonate with men and women and so on despite eventually trying to, but that was fine, as long as mc was free and no longer likened to an object. Rafayel made sure this mc gets all the upbringing-contrarily colorful clothes and food and relaxation mc wants, and mc is still the most beautiful person to him, particularly for mc's unique and sometimes inspiring choices.

sea witch mc is a whimsically gothic mess whenever not simply forgoing the effort bc what company did they consistently have besides other critters of the dark? borderline gaunt, a not healthy amount of color to their already more mermaidy skin, with hair as long as all the years burying a scary urge to explore in ways thatd quickly tangle it. but retaining a fondness for a particular shade of light blue and deep purple

[weirdenbyferret]

The alice in wonderland au relationship becomes bisexual, because eclipse shall be the only one who isnt afab lol

[whokilledsamara]

I see absolutely nothing about Mr. Gap in most blogs. Can you write him and the MC fooling around in the grating after Mr. Scarlettela leaves? Understandable if you're too busy! Don't spread yourself too thin.

GUTTER

a Mr. Gap x reader fic. {an: thank you for being so nice!! i do agree there isnt enough Mr. Gap appreciation lol}

warnings || smut, claustrophobia, marking, wall sex, hiding, public {?}, afab reader, slight dom Mr. Gap, Dub-con?? maybe?? i mean reader never says no and kinda started it, but Mr. Gap is an asshole iykwim

{an: i wrote afab, if you wanted amab send in another request.}

"Not now Mr. Gap! Move!"

his face scrunches up as your hand pushes his face to the side, quickly attempting to push your body in the small hole where the man was.

you could hear loud footsteps behind you, signaling Mr. Scarletella's presence. a huff escapes the man next to you as your bodies cramp together, the small space making moving difficult.

a soft sigh escapes you- your body attempting to push back as far as possible.

"Move..!" you say in a hushed voice to the man accompanying you in the gutter. "Annoying." he huffs, shielding you from the sound of footsteps that were growing uncomfortably close.

your body tenses when you catch Mr. Scarletella peaking in the grates at an impossible angle, your body instinctively shriveling closer to Mr. Gap's much taller frame.

a few seconds pass, and when no sign of Mr. Scarletella is found, you untense- hands still hooked on Mr. Gap's arm. "Did you.. cover for me..?" he nods in response, shrugging his shoulders. his head tilts down to you, eyes locking on yours.

"Give, Heart?" a smirk forms on his lips, eyes narrowing down at you.

this earns him a punch to his arm- Mr. Gap's smile dropping to one of annoyance. silence fills the air before its your turn to smirk. his eyes dart down as your hands read for the hem of your shirt..

....

"T-That NOT heart!"

....

a giggle leaves your lips as you flash him your chest, his eyes darting down- eyes wide and face flushed. he has a crazy look on his face, one of both confusion and surprise- maybe even a hint of interest.

"Not my heart, but close enough." you shrug, tugging back down your shirt and smirking up at his dazed expression.

"Why..?" he grumbles with a confused expression on his face, brows furrowed and eyes squinting at you.

your shoulders shrug, head tilting to the side as you continue to stare up at him. "Because i can." one of your fingers shoot out to poke him in the chest, though he is quicker.

Mr. Gap's gaze turns dark as he grabs your wrist- twisting it and pushing you back against the gutters wall. "You dumb. Someone will hear." he says with a mocking tone as your face contorts to confusion.

"Wha-OH-!" his lips smack against yours, hands grabbing your hips as he lifts you off of the ground with ease. your back hits the wall behind you once again- legs instinctively wrapping around him.

"Asshole." you mutter against his lips. he grunts in response, hand snaking up to grip your throat. tighter than you cared for.

a choked moan escapes your throat, your hand tugging at the wrist that was on your neck. a wet, slimy texture grazes your lips- causing your eyes to shoot open and meet his staring back at you. with a begrudging look, you slightly open your mouth to let his tongue desperately force its way in.

Mr. Gap's free hand tugs at your top, effortlessly ripping it off of your form with a single tear. a squeal rips from your throat as you watch the one good shirt you had being torn to shreds.

fucking asshole...

his eyes droop, an annoyed expression taking over- and finally, FINALLY, he pulls his face off of yours; while also setting you back on your feet. "Annoying." his eyes roll, but quickly focus back on you when your hands move to your waistband.

"Shut it, gutter ball." his face piques with confusion at your words, seemingly not understanding- but ultimately shrugs it off. with a final push, your pants slide down your thighs and onto the floor.

one of his fingers reaches out to poke your hip, the love hate relationship you guys had going on only growing more complicated.

as the underwear you had on finally get discarded, he makes the move to his own pants this time- the black sweatpants easily sliding down his hips and holding their place on his thighs.

unsurprisingly, the man wasn't wearing underwear- as it seemed none of them do.

"Nice." you smirk, poking a finger on his already hard and leaking tip. he gives you an unamused eye roll, his large and calloused hand pressing your back further against the wall.

his unoccupied hand reaches to pull you up, spreading and stepping between your thighs with ease. your much smaller hands grip his shoulders as he props you up, his face sliding into the crook of your neck as he lines himself up.

"Careful." you mutter, a hint of worry in your voice. he smirks to the point that you can feel it against your neck, giving you zero time to adjust before he is bullying himself into you.

"A-ah---! wait..!" you screech, nails digging into his shoulders while he stuffs his face deeper. "Feel good." his words fall on deaf ears, a ringing sensation filling you as you adjust to his size.

"Hurt..?" you nod. "Good."

this motherfucker...

his hips slowly start to move, slow and shallow thrusts filling you completely. one of his hands moves lower and rubs soft circles on your nub to hopefully ease a bit of the pain- no matter how much he enjoyed it.

a long and hushed whine leaves your lips, hands easing up on his shoulders and opting to wrap around his neck. he pulls his face up and presses a surprisingly soft kiss to your lips, his hips gaining speed.

moans and mewls sound throughout the gutter, his only sounds being grunts and soft groans. "M-more-..." you groan, and he willingly complies.

he was going easy on you. this was definitely the first time in which he hadn't asked for your heart a million times, instead all you heard was silence other than soft noises from him.

skin against skin, slaps and moans all that could be heard as his length rapidly hits inside of you, his thumb non-stop rubbing your clit, and your head so light you felt like you were going to pass out.

a couple soft kisses press against your cheeks, kissing away the tears that spill from your eyes at his constant and brutal thrusts.

"So close.." you mutter between hiccups, your trembling hands taking refuge in his messy hair. his response is nothing but a grunt, though his thumb does pick up pace with its rubbing.

soon enough, he literally has you falling apart in his hands, your juices running down his lower abdomen and thighs- and your own orgasm over taking you.

high pitched moans leave your lips as he follows close behind, his warm spurts of seed filling you so tightly- long huffs and groans from him force their way into your neck.

with unsteady hands, he sets you down; pulling out in the process. "You Okay?" he asks surprisingly soft, his hand gently touching your cheek as you lean against his chest for stability.

"Mhm.. tired.." you mutter into his chest. with a sigh, he lifts you up again, disappearing into the shadows with you close against his chest.

will you give him your heart this time?

i love this man so much hes so underrated

{ made by @whokilledsamara }