#and like maybe one of them uses his tail to wrap around my waist so I know I'm not going anywhere until they're done

[cryptid-killjoy]

Good memories seemed to be a theme this Halloween, not frights, or jump scares, and horror movies. No. It was a theme. It didn't just seem. Valerie didn't mind. All the memories were wrapped up in costumes and dresses. Valerie felt good memories' warmth every which way she turned all evening. This whole season would be a delight for her actually. Whether it started with on pins and needles or not. This was perfect as far as she was concerned from rewriting over more old memories that could use a boost to reliving some of the best that refuse to be forgotten. What a magical season it would forever remain in her mind. Every step along the path to the car made her feel as light as a Winehouse song in her heart. She loved how floaty she felt right now.

Then the way Eeyore's face lit up seeing her husband's felt like sipping some of her gifted tea customized just for her by his sophisticated tastes. All she could do was smile as the pair conversed for a short moment. Another moment in time gone by. Another story's end finally known. Eeyore was waddling around Feral, possibly the Forbidden Forest of Hundred Acre Wood, maybe around the Nevers? He was still donkey boy-ing around with his emo bangs quiet as ever minding his own business like always, even after death in his ghost state. It was so fitting, probably trailing after Pan barely keeping up 20 feet behind looking for his glasses or his tail depending on his form, like nothing ever happened. So, so fitting.

“It’s snowing still. And freezing. However, we haven’t had a hurricane lately.” Eeyore would say with some lift of his spirits actually looking on the bright side in his Eeyore-type way. So, maybe Thomas was right? Eeyore was in good spirits in spirit form and that did count for something.

But that Eeyore in him couldn't stop himself from saying, "What goes up must come down."

Valerie looked over to Thomas and slipped her arm around his waist under his jacket line. "That sounds perfect. Until next time, Eeyore." She gave him a little wave as they turned to keep going not truly taking in what the donkey had said until they stepped fully out the doors.

Snow? For real.

It wasn't just an autumn chill out there. There was snow out there. Her eyes were catching it just as she leaned into whisper, "Please make sure those hips must come down on me tonight." She was making a little joke of Eeyore's passive gloom when the snow popped her head right back up.

"Oh my. Wow." Her mouth hung open at the sight around them as every hair rose along with goose bumped skin and the shiver she hadn't expected. She shimmied her head at the sight because there was no way that was natural. "Someone's doing maaaaaagick."

"How fun."

She didn't know why, and she honesty didn't care. What she knew was it was awesomely great power and that was always impressive. She couldn't help but give a little head nod of thrill towards it. She loved that magic shit. Not to mention it wasn't hard to deduce there was only so many people who could pull something like this off. Maybe even only one. After all Flotsam had been through with that person it was one more beautiful portrait of a landscape to view, a past picture, an image pulled to the now. She was in control. That felt so good inside somehow even if they weren't part of whatever path she had to follow to make that happen. That's all that went through Valerie's head. They'd not seen anything this grand that wasn't destructive from them since they were a teenager aside from the Battle of the Star People, but that of course was also destructive.

She didn't want to be a monster. Part of Flotsam had the same mentality. Except he embraced the monstrosity within. She learned to love the monster within herself. Maybe Elsa wouldn't think of it that way, but that's all Valerie could see from their experience with all this, and it was one of the most beautiful winter scenes they'd ever seen just because of it. The dangerously beautiful in the most delicate ways. Elsa's voice came into her head when she said. "I see you" to Valerie. It was something that mattered to Valerie on so many levels. She kept that one locked inside special. As Valerie looked out at this magnificent display, she said it softly to herself, "I see you, girl. I see you."

Then she kept walking with Thomas on. Then she'd see Elsa out there. She'd try to wave goodbye despite the large distance between them. Then Valerie would use sign language to pass an I. C. and pointed at her before walking on curled into Thomas. She didn't know if Elsa would even understand the reference or how much that meant to Valerie or what Valerie might be referring to seeing in her, but it was something the Flotsam in them, and Valerie in them just naturally had to pass on.

They'd travel to the inn.

The Inn was one of the places left alone in Feral. It was more or less left as it was pre-Feral. However, Kuzco, Piper, and Maddy had done a lot of altering. It had become Feral's main hub for most imports and exports since there weren't that many guests coming and going to use the rooms. However, ever since Frank started in on letting some randoms in there have been a few people attempting to use the place like a modern society still exists striving to not be lost to the void of abandoned homes in the ghost town left behind. So, the couple that ran the inn did extend the business to the building next door which wasn't a big deal. It was obviously empty too and started to use that for the post office and reverted The Inn back to mostly Inn mode. Call it an extended business model.

All that said, to see Thomas and Valerie walk in, actual guests, this was a grand day for them. So, they'd be treated like VIP guests from the moment the door would open. If anything, they'd get the kind of treatment they get when going to their favorite hotel in New Zealand only they weren't regulars here. They'd act like they were celebrities though. That's how slow business was. They mostly dealt in pizza orders to Funky Town.

Now when Valerie entered the room they were given and gave it a good look over she wasn't disappointed per sae. It was just another blast from the past. Everything about the room said Nola to her.

It was plain and cold. From the hard floors to the brick walls. Even the sheets. The place could use a little jazzing up. She thought to herself the Motel 6 at least put in some tacky photographs to liven the place up. But Nola often had that appeal, the bland and mysterious. Good craftsmanship, architecture with story and history, but to the eyes in her opinion rather cold. It was a rather sad room actually. At least it was until her joy of the night walked into it. There was however an actual chill from the room not being used in some time.

She looked over at Thomas and plopped down in her dress as the most colorful thing in the room, with all her fluffy black and orange, and bright eyes. She wanted to lounge around in whatever she had on underneath sounded just fine to her.

"I'm dying to get out of this thing, love. Help me get the back?"

Then she turned her back to him so he could help her with the zipper so she could be comfortable for the night. This was also when Scout's texts would start coming in for Thomas about whether to eat people or grind people into dust or not in Feral.

Valerie's magic shared sight wasn't focused. Sure, her kids were there behind her eyes somewhere, but with enough practice it was easy enough to zone it out when she wanted to focus on her own window to her own life. So, nothing out of the blue was garnering her attention enough to jar her out of her dazey evening yet. The kids blasting zombies hardly felt like a cause for alarm.

“It’s totally fine, love,” Thomas said, keeping close to Valerie as they started to walk into the night. Going down the mountainside. It was more chilly out here than expected, and unknown to them, it was Elsa on the other side towards the beach, creating something beautiful for Bastien’s and Maddy’s eyes. “Being here makes me want to take you back to our old home too.”

He loved their new house, obviously. It was entirely theirs. No Cinderella. No Jetsam either, other than the small hints of him that were here and there, mostly in Scout’s room. The twins were grown up and with their own houses, so there were pieces of them too but not as big as there had been in the house that they had grown up in. But he did still like the original house, because it was there that he had met Valerie for the first time, where he had seen her all dolled up and performing an Amy Winehouse song, and where he fell in love with Flotsam, and where they planned a war on goddamn Star People and WON. There were a lot of good memories associated there.

He was just thinking about taking off his jacket and putting it around Valerie’s shoulders, give her that extra warmth, maybe even offer to carry her down the mountain with those high heels that she was wearing, when something, or rather, someone, seemed to capture her attention.

Eeyore - now that was a name that he hadn’t heard in quite some time.

His own blue eyes settled on his former pan-pal. They had seen each other a couple of times in person since those letters all that time ago. He still had a few, he thought, tucked away into one of the boxes of sentimental things that he had brought from NOLA during the move over to New Zealand. They weren’t the rough kind of sentimental. He hadn’t had a falling out with the guy.

He lifted up a friendly hand up to Eeyore, a boyish grin on his own face. “Hello, my writing friend. Nice to see you.”

He really hadn’t thought too much about Eeyore in the past couple of years, he was loathe to admit. Hadn’t really thought about where he might have ended up. He knew that the boy was close with Cinderella, and probably had been grieving her loss but… well, not much other than that. He felt a bit bad about it. Of course the poor boy was deceased, but he did look happier now than he had ever seen him. That counted for something, right?

Oh. Poor boy. Poor, poor boy. Didn’t even realize what he was. Without asking Valerie, he was following her line of thought. It was probably better not to push that point.

He gave a little chuckle at Valerie’s cover. “Thomases can’t fly either,” He added. “Though with this lovely lady by my side, sometimes it feels like anything is possible.”

He put his arm around his wife, pulling her in closer, and kissed her cheek as he says this, and then notices her chill. Without a word, he pulls off his jacket and settles it around her shoulders, able to take that bit of a chill. “There you go, love. Let’s get you to the inn and we can…” He raised his eyebrows. “Warm up together.”

[smuddee-papabear]

Really need two massive demons to wreck me from both ends while making out with each other. I think that would fix me.

[jaewritesfic]

Melon AU Part 4

Cass is quietly adamant that her new cling-on be taken to the Batcave, no matter the concerns Bruce raises.

If he's honest, his protests fall a little flat even to his own ears. The fact of the matter is that he looks at the midnight apparition she holds and just…can't bring himself to fight very hard.

The creature clings to her like a desperate child, claws curled into her cape in a way that's bound to leave holes. Bruce hasn't caught so much as a glimpse of the face since it grabbed onto Cass, head resolutely tucked into her shoulder. That long sinuous tail is wrapped around her waist and down one leg as if the slightest disconnect could wrench them fully apart.

She was right, it's scared and it needs help.

Bruce almost thinks convincing Commissioner Gordon to lift the police barricade at the end of the alley will be the difficult part, but he's proven wrong. Gordon is more than happy to foist the situation off onto the Bat colony, it's just a matter of figuring out actual transport.

It's not that Bruce doesn't want the creature in the Batmobile. It's that nobody is sure the creature will respond well to someone other than Cass being in proximity to it.

Bruce may be feeling distinctly sympathetic, but he's still not comfortable leaving his daughter totally alone with something strange, unknown and dangerous.

He doesn't want Cass alone with it - them. They probably won't respond well to anyone but Cass being close enough to be in a car with them.

Ultimately this culminates in Bruce pulling the Batmobile around and trying to be very. Very. Quiet.

The shadow creature hasn't raised their head from Cass’s shoulder once, so hopefully as she climbs in the back with her clingy cargo they won't notice they're not alone.

…nobody is going to claim this is a good or creative plan. It's kind of just the only option they can think of.

The creature clicks and whines as she climbs in, aware and nervous about the enclosed space probably, but they don't raise their head or move.

If anything they just wind themselves around Cass a little tighter.

“Shhhh,” Cass hushes gently. “Car. Take us to safe place. I promise.”

Bruce is used to her cowl enough to be able to tell she's glancing at him in the rear view mirror.

Thankfully, the Batmobile can autopilot to the cave. His presence is solely because he refuses to leave her alone with their new…guest. That means he can sign at her.

Did you get a better look at the injuries?

She shakes her head minutely. Hm. Bruce had feared that was the answer, considering how fast the creature had plastered themselves to her.

Do they seem to be losing a lot of blood?

A tiny shrug. Not a yes, not a no. Bleeding, but not gushing. Or maybe she's not sure how much without a visual, though if it was egregious she'd feel it even with the suit.

The heat of it, the slickness.

Bruce decides the shrug is a tentative good sign.

“Let's play questions,” Cass says suddenly, hands rubbing gentle, comforting back and forth patterns against a back so dark it looks like a void. “Nothing scary. Get to know you questions.”

There's no answer, but it doesn't seem to faze her. Of course not. She's Cass.

“Will you play? Tap once yes,” she says softly, tapping the creature's back with her index finger once, “And twice for no. No is okay. You can say no.”

There's a long moment where Bruce watches them in the rear view and nothing happens. Then Cass's cowl shifts in the way that means she's smiling.

“Thank you. Pronouns first, okay? One for she-”

She taps once.

“Two for he-”

She taps twice.

“Three for- oh. Thank you. Good boy. I'm she.”

The rest of the family exposes themselves as listening, quiet murmurs and exclamations over the comms at the new knowledge that their creature considers himself male.

Bruce isn't surprised that his kids have been listening with baited breath.

“From Gotham? One for yes, two for no.”

She hums softly, going back to petting his back gently.

“Me neither at first. Home now, like the back of my hand. Can show you all the best spots. Like burgers?”

There's a long pause. Bruce suspects the creature is having a hard time believing she's talking about and proposing such casual topics.

Eventually she smiles again. “Me too. Will buy you Batburger, I promise. Nectar of the gods.”

An odd little vibration goes through her new friend, audible as well as visible. It seems almost like a weak laugh.

“....bets on shadow noodle’s favorite Batburger order?” Dick asks over comms.

Bruce purses his lips not to huff in amusement. They're almost to the cave, he'd like to stay incognito until then. He wouldn't want to alarm any shadow noodles.

Masterpost

[lqveharrington]

Lucky King? | L.M.

summary: Lucifer takes pride in everything he has, especially his wife.

pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x wife!reader

includes: fluff, lucifer being a sweet and attentive husband and father, suggestiveness, possessiveness, that’s pretty much it (let me know if i missed any!)

a/n: okay but like, i am on serious hazbin brain rot, i have written more for HH than any other fandom so far.

Being the embodiment of pride meant that Lucifer constantly flaunted everything to his fellow sins and his people. And being the King of Hell meant he had a lot to brag about. Especially his family. God, Lucifer loved his family and would do anything to talk about them in every conversation.

An overlord meeting about movie productions on VoxFlix? Add romantic comedies, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite. Speaking with Beelzebub about her different alcoholic beverages? Make sure to make mojitos, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite.

He took pride in who he married and who his daughter was. After all, they were the royal family of Hell.

“Mom, I think it’s as tight as it can go— MOM!” Charlie’s eyes flashed red as she squealed, grabbing your arm.

“Sorry!” You tilt your head back as you let a laugh fall from your lips. “I thought you said—“

“No no no no noooo!” She turned around, eyes wide. “I think I’m good.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” You kiss her cheek and adjust her crown.

Charlie beamed at you and traded places with you. “My turn!”

You hum as she tightens the corset around you, eyes flickering up toward the mirror when you hear the door creak open. “Hey, handsome.”

“Hi, my love.” He pressed a kiss to your hand and then one to Charlie’s forehead. “Hi, apple pie.” He watched his daughter tug on the strings attached to the corset, moving forward when it seemed like you were going to fall from the platform. “Charlie, what are you doing to your mother?”

“Pulling her corset tight—“ She grunted as she held the string in place, tying the back. “There.” You gave her a thumbs up as she finished, watching her glow at your silent praise.

“Gorgeous as always.” Lucifer stole you from your platform, the devil’s tail wrapping around your waist.

“You know? Vaggie is probably looking for me! I should leave…” Charlie let out an awkward laugh and fled for the door. “Text me when you need me for the entrance!”

Lucifer dipped you down, chuckling when you let out a noise of surprise. “You look breathtaking, my love. Maybe we should just skip the gala and do better activities right here—“

“Lucifer!” You lightly smack his chest, face flushed from his words. “You horny devil!”

“Says the queen of Hell.” He captured you in a quick kiss, red lipstick staining his lips. “Come on, Charlie can handle it on her own.” He squeezed your hips as you walked over to the vanity with his head resting on your bare shoulder.

You glance at your beloved with a soft look, “Luce, we didn’t coordinate a whole gala just to have our daughter host it herself.” You clip on a pair of earrings, the golden snake and apple shining through the light. “We also didn’t have these outfits made for us just for them to be wasted away on our bedroom floor.”

“I mean…” He nipped on your exposed shoulder, earning a gasp and glare. “They made you a maroon dress with a slit exposing your legs, my love.”

“Because it matches your maroon and black suit.” You turn in his arms and tug at his lapels. “Which I have to admit, kinda does it for me.”

He smirked as he slowly pushed you up against the vanity, “Yeah? Maybe we should ditch.”

“Nope.” Your hands clasped behind his neck, eyes widening when you feel one of his hands trail down to your exposed leg. “Luce…”

“You started this.” He slotted himself between your legs and continuously peppered kisses to your collarbone and neck, softly sucking. “You’re a tease.”

“Lucifer—“ Your protests were cut off with a quiet moan, but you quickly covered your mouth when hearing him chuckle. “Nope, we’re leaving now.”

Lucifer separated from you, a wide grin adorning his face as he scanned you. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “Let’s go then, my love.”

You raised a brow but didn’t protest, letting him wrap his arm around your waist to guide you toward the ballroom. You both were quickly accompanied by your daughter as you made your way to the landing of the grand stairway.

The lights flashed off and the spotlight projected on the Morningstar family, the crowd’s voice hushed when spotting the monarchy. Lucifer gave a welcoming speech to the sinners, overlords, and sins who attended, making sure to mention his family and how they helped make the gala entirely possible. Final rounds of applause echoed through the ballroom as Lucifer finished off, letting everyone go back to their socialization and dancing.

“Mom,” Charlie caught you before you could follow Lucifer to greet his fellow sins. “Did you… Do you know why… You have bruises on your neck.” She finally mumbled out, eyes not meeting yours.

You felt yourself warm from embarrassment. Not only did your daughter tell you that you have hickeys on your neck, but you stood in the blinding lights with an audience staring at the three of you. No doubt photographers caught this and snapped photos for the internet. “Thank you for telling me, baby. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to murder your father.”

“Mom—“

You scanned the room before your gaze zeroed on Lucifer. He was laughing with Asmodeus before meeting your gaze and gave you a wink. Oh, he was going to pay.

“Lucifer.” You appear by his side. You give his fellow sin a quick smile but turn back to the little devil with a scowl. “Can I talk to you?”

“Of course.” He wrapped an arm around your waist. “It was nice catching up with you, Oz.”

You guided Lucifer back to a secluded hallway, eyes flashing bright red when you were alone. Within a blink of an eye, you had Lucifer pinned against the wall with your forearm.

“Do you know how embarrassing it is to know that I went out there with bruises all over my neck? Or, better yet, that our daughter was the one who told me what was on my neck?” You seethed. You were beyond embarrassed and pissed, you’re surprised you haven’t become a full demon yet.

“To be fair, it was more than just your neck—“

“LUCIFER!” You use your free hand to reach up your collarbone. The room felt ten times warmer, and it didn’t help that you felt Lucifer’s devil tail decided to wrap around your calf.

He remained pinned on the wall, giving you a cheeky grin. “This is really hot.”

“Oh, my god!” You release him with a glare. “There’s going to be photos everywhere! What will the public think about—“

“Lucky king?” He shrugged as he let his fingers trail up your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Listen, we’ll get rid of the photos. But is it really a crime to show off what’s mine?”

You grumble a small response, propping your head on his shoulder. “You’re crazy, Luce.”

“I love you too, beautiful.” He chuckled.

The photos never made it outside of Pride Manor, but the teasing you received from the other sins made you flush every time. Lucifer listened to each jeer, a smirk present on his face from the constant reminder that you were in fact his.

Especially when the bruises scattered around you spelled out his initials.

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[thedivineden]

Bunny

pairing: Katuski Bakugo x Hybrid!reader

genre: smut (fluff if you squint)

words: 3.4k

notes: bunny hybrid reader, breeding, covert intentions, pet/owner dynamic

Taking you in was no problem for the young bustling hero. He didn’t have a girlfriend and only hung out with his friend. Whenever he wasn’t at work or with his friends, he’s at home with you.

“Katsukii~, can you help me please?”

If anyone were to ask, he would take being at home with you over any of that any day. Maybe it’s because he secretly wants something to take care of. Katuski rolls out of the bed happily putting his slippers on. You can hear him shuffle down the hall and you’re soon met with an half-naked Katsuki with an annoyed look etched across his face.

“Why the fuck are you on the counter?” and there you were, cotton tail peaking out of your booty shorts slightly with each twitch. Your floppy brown ears are sticking out of one of your many custom made bonnets Katsuki had to order for you.

“The better question is why the fu-fuck is everything so high up? I’ve been here for months and I still need your help to get a plate” He finds your attempts to adopt his cussing habits adorable “watch it bunny, you still need my help plus why wouldnt you want me doing everything for you? Stay in a pets place.” As he’s saying all this he’s lifting you off the counter and commanding you to wrap your legs around his waist — naturally you obey. The feeling of your silky legs and arms draped around his large body makes him warm inside. “I’m not your pet..” he can hear you mumble this slightly resting your head on his shoulder.

Katsuki scoffs and uses his free hand to grab a plate for you. “You’re such a brat, you were just on my lap yesterday eating carrots out of my hands.” He can see your tail twitch quickly up and down then stand straight up. “I am not a brat nor a pet! You’re so mean” Even when you try to unlatch your legs, his other arm is still firm around your waist. “Why don’t I finish up in here and we’ll have breakfast in bed” you dangle for a moment then shake your head yes in response prompting the young man to place you on the ground gently.

Just like that he can see your body relax again, grabbing his hand you pull him down planting a wet kiss on his cheek. You walk back to the room tail twitching happily behind. You can hear him laugh as you climb back into bed waiting for your master. An hour later, he’s coming in toting a tray full of pancakes, carrots, juice, and bacon. You two enjoy breakfast together with Katsuki hand feeding you damn near everything and smacking your hand away every time you attempt to feed yourself. Per usual, after any meal, you were fast asleep giving Katsuki enough time to get ready for work.

The moment katsuki buckles his garter you were up asking him where he is going. He could hear the sad tone in your voice and turns around to see your famous pout that makes him weak.

“I was called in bunny, I have to go.” Grabbing the now empty tray off the nightstand katsuki exits the room setting the tray on the counter to wash the dishes. You round the corner with the same pout and sad tone “Do you have to leave? Can’t you stay just this once?” he can see the tears threatening to spill and this is when he knew he had to go before you pity your way to him staying. You follow him all the way to the front door where his boots lay.

“I have to go, I promise I’ll be back early tonight” he slips on heavy boots and places a kiss on your forehead when he is done. Upon arriving to his hero agency he spots an all familiar red and yellow combo standing in front of his building catering to the many employees who’ve gathered around them. “What the fuck are you two doing here?” The moment they hear the booming blondes voice they’re parting through the sea of employees who now seem to be scrambling away from their ferocious boss.

“Oh come on kacchan! You gotta admit you’re a bit excited to be working with us” Katsuki couldn’t admit to enjoying the presence of his friends but he definitely didn’t protest having the young men by his side. Todays assignment is simple just patrolling the city where civilians seem to become wary of their hero’s. “We went earlier while waiting for you but they won’t even talk to us” Eijiro says following being his friend.

“We’re just going to interview some citizens today, outside of our uniforms” Katsuki immediately turns around already disapproving of this decision. ”Why would we do that?” His friends look at eachother as if they were trying to telepathically speak to eachother about who is going to tell him the obvious. ”Katsuki..bud..youre not the most..inviting person. Being outside of your uniform is less..threatening to the citizens” he eyes the young blonde. Katsuki scoffs at his statement and replies, “Let’s just get this over with.”

Upon patrolling Katsuki noticed how skittish or disgusted the town folks were towards them. “It’s kinda nice” Eijiro says, “Not being bombarded by fans or interviewers that is..not the fact that they practically run away from us whenever we get too close.” Katsuki gives him a stern look prompting him to laugh and walk ahead to talk to a woman approaching with what seems to be her boyfriend or husband. Denki and Katsuki stay behind watching the red head engage with the two pedestrians. The conversation seems to be going well, the woman is happily conversing with Eijiro while the her boyfriend stands off to the side. Katsuki notices the way her boyfriend is visibly upset, his fist are balled, face frowned, and his stance is directly adjacent to Eijiro.

That’s when he notices a crowd slowly forming around them. He doesn’t understand how the pedestrians who were at first minding their business and practically running from the bustling hero’s are now creeping up slowly and almost inconspicuously. “We need to leave. NOW.” The volume of Katsuki voice seems to activate the creeping citizens. Before they knew it hundreds of pedestrians were coming out of alleyways and on top of buildings brandishing their powers and weapons catching the men by surprise. Eijiro is quick to join his friends again “where the fuck did all these people come from?” Katsuki doesn’t even answer he’s too busy silently cursing at himself and the men who dragged him on this suicide mission.

“I thought not wearing our hero suits would help!” Denki states as he lightly releases bolts to push the groups back. “You dumbass, uniforms or not they were going to attack regardless.” Katsuki doesn’t give them a chance to touch him and he doesn’t hesitate to blast them back. This ordeal lasted 4 hours, Denki and Eijiro especially had a hard time due to trying to ‘talk it out and explain’ with citizens who had no plans on discussing anything with them.

It seems like everything is pissing Katsuki off today from taking this busted ass assignment to Kaminari nearly getting fried to death. He just needs some solace and that’s exactly what you were at the moment. “Bunny, come here. Let’s play” he could see your tail twitch behind you excitedly as you happily run over to him. The only thing he could focus on is your breast and your fat brown nipples peeking through your white top.

“What are we going to play today?” you say excitedly standing in front of him. He couldn’t get enough of you. Your luminous brown skin paired with your fluffy white shorts and a tank top that is definitely too small for you now but hugs your tits just right. Katsuki can feel the blood start to flow below making his dick jump and twitch just at the sight of you in front of him. “Katsukiii~ what are we going to play?” You sit in his lap shuffling to put your legs on opposing sides placing you face to face with your owner.

“You’ve been spacing out since you’ve been home, why?” Your cotton tail is still swinging behind you causing a bit of friction between you two below. “I just had a bad day sweetie, let’s play.” His fingers glide along your side masking the heinous intentions he has in place. See Katsuki has a slight obsession with tickling you, your first week there Katsuki tickled you so much you peed on him a little. To this day he teases you about ‘pissing on his thigh’ “Why are you running from me already? I haven’t said start yet so you know what that means” you shake your head alarm bells start to ring in your head. Attempting to shake out his embrace you say “Katsuki I don’t want to play! You’re trying to tickle me!“

The young man rolls his eyes at you and says “Let’s change locations, I don’t want to be on this shitty couch anymore” you turn your head at his statement because he was the one pitching a fit about the couch being from a specific brand. Before you could answer there he is lifting you off the couch throwing you over his shoulder striding to the bedroom. “You know I can walk by myself-“ he interrupts your talking with a hard slap on your ass. Your tail starts to shake in his face aggressively and the kicks you were delivering to his abdominal made him laugh. “Alright alright! I’m sorry!”

Upon reaching the room Katsuki is quick to throw you on the bed and trap you under him so you don’t try to run. “I’ll be quick bunny, I swear” he starts kneading at your sides softly maintaining his piercing gaze which definitely contrast the mood he’s trying to set with you. “Fineee, but when I say stop, you have to stop! I don’t want to pee again!” he gives you a star winning grin feeling his fingers trail up your sides slowly then quickly attacks them. You burst in a fit of laughter immediately feeling his fingers trail up to your armpit. Instinctively locking your arms scrambling to get away from your handsy attacker. “Alright Katsuki !!! I can- I cant!”

He lets go of the hold he has on you smiling at the way you snort and cringe under him. He loves watching you. “Round two sweetie?” He doesn’t even let you answer as he starts attacking your sides and armpits again. The tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you shuffle under him noticing something poking and prodding you below. In between your laughter you say “Katsuki!! You’re poking me!!” He can feel the wave of embarrassment wash over him but god the way you were grinding under him felt heavenly. “Let’s try something else bunny” His fingers ghost down your torso slightly, you’re anticipating a tickle attack but instead they slip under your shorts.

You’re wide eyed at this point grabbing his wrist from traveling any further. “What are you doing?” he uses his free hand to cup your chunky cheeks and with sincerity in his eyes he says “I just need your help with something bunny but let me help you first”. You shyly nod at him, releasing the grip you had on him in order to let his fingers explore you.

Towering over you his eyes don’t leave yours, it’s as if he’s trying to record this moment to memory. Katsuki uses his middle and ring fingers to tease your slit and stops at your now sensitive bud to gently massage circles into it. A new sensation starts to take over you — your ears are hot and for once seem to irritate you as they stick to your now hot body. “I’m hot suki~” your whiny tone paired with you saying the cute as nickname you gave him, makes the front of his boxers tight. He didn’t hesitate to remove his hand to lift your heavy bottom to take off your shorts.

“Do you want to take your top off too?” His voice is so sweet and soft in a different way which seems to go straight below causing an uncomfortable headache like experience. “Yes please” Instead of being normal he decides to rip your top down the middle so you don’t have to sit up. “Sukiii why would you do that?” He shrugs in response you notice his attention is on your naked form and for once you realize the difference between you two. You jump up scooting away from Katsuki in order to cover yourself with one of the many pillows behind you. “I-I don’t want to be the only one naked..” he laughs at your omission, steps out of bed slipping out of his only piece of clothing. Springing out is his beautiful shaft, long and thick just like the carrots he feeds you. “Staring is rude. if you want to lick c’mere” you crawl over to the end of bed where he is standing proudly as his member twitches in front of your face. You sit on your knees looking up at him nervously prompting him to massage your ears past your curls. Anytime he does this you turn into putty. You wrap your hand around the base of his shaft making his dick jump in response, intrigued you move closer lolling your tongue out to lick his red mushroom tip.

Katsuki is struggling to let you explore on your own the little licks you were doing just wasn’t enough. “Open your mouth bunny and suck your cheeks in” you obey his command instantly “yeah just like that” his hands slide to the back of your head lacing his fingers through your curls. “Breathe through your nose.” He doesn’t expect a response just obedience. He starts by pushing you all the way down his shaft slowly groaning at how warm and wet your mouth is. Most importantly, he is loving how easy this is coming to you his hands have abandoned the back of your head and have now found a grip on your ears again.

He could see you shuffling almost humping the bed as you bob your head faster. The louder he became the more your body reacted. “Mmmm deeper bunny~” you hum in response causing his hips to buck in response pushing the rest of his shaft in. Katsuki takes over after this, he’s using your ears to bob your head faster on his cock. You inhale sharply to keep up with the brutal pace as spit bubbles start to form in the corners of your mouth. You can feel his member throbbing in your mouth and a low long groan escape his lips then you felt a warm liquid squirts down your throat. “Shit! I’m sorry- I meant to pull out” he lets go of your ears allowing you to finally pull away from him coughing up whatever didn’t go down your esophagus.

His dick is still point at you but now covered in saliva and cum. You were still shuffling on the bed disgusted by the wetness that has soaked the spot where you sit. “Tell me what you feel bunny, so suki~ can help” he says his nickname as you would when trying to be sweet. “It hurts suki” tears fall from your eyes and he’s by your side instantly “Hey, hey, it’s okay! You’re okay, I’ll make you feel better” he prompts you to the top of the bed and lay on your back.

You listen to the young man and he centers himself between your legs making sure to soothe any anxiety you had about the predicament. “It’ll be okay bunny, It’ll hurt at first but I promise you’ll feel good” he angels his hips with yours feeling his now-throbbing member glide along your drenched folds making the headache below more intense. “Suki please~” your body feels like it’s on fire and it seems like every slow agonizing hump is going to send you over the edge.

He finally lines up with your hole after grinding two more times. “Tell me if it hurts, okay ?” You shake your head in response and he pulls away. You start to whine and reach your arms out to catch him but you were too slow. “I need you to say it bunny” you look up at him and say “I promise Katsuki, can you please hurry!” He laughs at your eagerness placing one of his arms on the side of your head to hold himself up while he lines his tip to your soaking hole. Slowly he pushes in trying to judge whether you were enjoying this.

Your nose is twitching feverishly and he can feel you uncomfortably shift under him. “Does it hurt?” Katsuki is breathless above you which you’ve only seen him like this after a workout or a long day. It feels nice to make him like this. “Only a little but I’m fine! I swear!” He eyes you cautiously but continues to push the rest of his shaft inside. He isn’t sure how long it’s been since he’s been with someone but he knows they will never compare to you after this. The way you’re inviting him in should be illegal.

Katsuki could feel the stress of today melt away looking down at you in your most natural state. Once your moan falls onto his ears he’s on you caging you under him, arms on both sides of your head. “I see you’re used to it now” every word he speaks sounds breathy and desperate you wrap your arms and legs around him, pulling him closer and deeper soliciting a whiny cry from you. “Don’t worry babe, I got you” his pace is slow at first gradually picking up speed with every moan and grunt that fills the room. The pressure that was building below hasn’t stopped but it’s no longer painful. Your moans were soon muffled by a passionate and sweet kiss paired with the restless pace he adopted is making you drunk.

Katsuki wants to swallow and suck every moan and bit of pleasure he can from you. His hands are no longer holding him up but sliding up the back of your thighs stopping behind your knees. “Let me see that cotton tail” he pushes your legs forward spreading them to each side of your head “wait suk-“ he doesn’t hesitate to push his member back into your sticky walls groaning at the feeling. He’s a lot deeper than he was before your legs and tail twitch at the pressure that is building in your womb. He tries to give you time to become accustomed to this new position but every thrust threatens his composure and his impending release. “Yo- You’re such a good girl” and thats what sends you over, you can feel the tension below burst as a wave of pleasure washes over you. “Suki~ faster..please!”

How could he every say no to you? He doesnt answer letting his hips slam into you at a brutal pace. His eyelids were heavy and paired with the sound of your moans he cant control himself. “M’gonna fill you up. You’re such a good bunny, squeezing my dick like this. M’gonna give you what you want”.

The grip he had on you is shaky and his dick convulses uncontrollably inside of you before filling you with warmth. This is the first time you’ve ever seen Katsuki lose his composure and it is beautiful. He doesnt pull out immediately instead he lets your legs go, falling on each side of him, he leans down and places a passionate kiss on your lips. “I didn’t mean to be rough, I’m sorry bunny.” Yo

Your nose twitches and you wrap your arms around his neck pulling him in for another kiss. He pulls out of you prompting you to wince in response and just like that he’s at your lying at your side. “I love you” he pulls you close wrapping you in his muscular arms “I love you too Suki.” cuddling up next to him you can feel the activities from tonight wearing you out. Soon you two were asleep holding one another.

[bugboybuck]

bucktommy prompt: late-night date

"We don't have to do this if you're too tired," Tommy says, for what feels like at least the thirtieth time. "I can take a raincheck without getting my feelings hurt, I promise."

"No! No, I want to," Evan insists. The insistence would maybe land a little harder - just a little - if his jaw didn't crack on a huge yawn at the tail end of his sentence. He's quick to stifle it into the back of one of his hands, but Tommy can see the rings of exhaustion on his face, the way his big blue puppydog eyes are drooping, and feels a wave of fondness for groggy, sleepy Evan still being just as stubborn. Around his yawn, Evan continues, "Do-oon't - don't take this a-ah-away from me."

The sky is dark outside, the blinking lights of the city cutting through the inky sky outside the expansive windows of Evan's loft. LA never really gets quiet, but Tommy still feels like they're in a hidden sort of moment here, world shut down around them; the sun is down, the neighbours are asleep, and Tommy knocked so quietly on Evan's door so he wouldn't disturb anyone when he came over. Evan's been up all night and Tommy has to leave in the morning, but for now, even just for a few hours, they have some time to snatch together, a small and desperate opportunity to collide. It's been too long of their shifts not lining up lately, and Tommy feels like he's been in Evan withdrawals - a lifetime being fine alone, and suddenly he's pining when he goes a week without seeing a man he's only known for two months. He's trying to put up a good front, but the truth is, Tommy's desperate for this date. He's up four hours early for his early-morning shift just for an opportunity to kiss Evan Buckley three or four times and then listen to his snores when he falls asleep. When did life get like this?

"I'm just saying, I don't feel like you're gonna make it through more than ten minutes of the movie," Tommy says, but he starts setting up Evan's TV anyway, loading into Netflix while Evan flops down on the couch behind him.

"That's not, like, unique to it being 2AM, to be fair," Evan says. He stretches out one of his long legs to kick the back of Tommy's knees. Tommy catches his broad foot in both his hands and then works his way up Evan's leg until he can tug Evan to the edge of the couch, and lean down to press Evan into a kiss. He kisses him once, twice, wet smacking kisses that Evan eagerly leans into. No matter how tired he is, there never seems to be a time Evan Buckley isn't enthusiastic about being kissed - his hot hands slide around Tommy's waist immediately, his teeth scraping at Tommy's mouth.

"Don't remind me that you're a horrible freak who doesn't like movies just when I'm starting to get fond of you," Tommy says, when they break apart. Evan rolls his eyes with great affect.

"Can't fool me, I know you're already obsessed with me," Evan says, grinning - god, his smile is so bright it nearly hurts to look at. Then he pauses, turns flirty; "I mean, we don't...have to watch a movie, necessarily, though."

One of his hands starts creeping from Tommy's waist down to his belt. Tommy narrows his eyes. "I'll be way more insulted if you fall asleep during sex than during The Notebook, Evan."

"Oh, fine," Evan says. He pulls Tommy down onto the couch. "At least let me use you as a pillow."

"Go for it. I've been told I'm an excellent pillow. Hotel quality," Tommy tells him.

He presses play on the remote and then wraps his arms around Evan, letting Evan curl up against his shoulder. Evan's so warm, always runs hot, Tommy's personal space heater - he smells like warm skin and citrus soap. Tommy wants to smell it forever.

Evan suddenly sounds huffy when he says, "Told by who? You better not be letting anyone else sleep on top of you."

Tommy laughs, and pulls him closer. The movie starts, and sure enough, within ten minutes, Evan is drooling on his shoulder, completely dead to the world. Tommy doesn't move him. He'd take a 2AM nap date with Evan's snores over a five-star restaurant with anyone else.

[yanderes-galore]

I was going to do this at some point but others also wanted it... so! CatNap time! This is my version like with DogDay, so maybe read that one first to understand my AU? Pure brainrot, barely proofread, there may be mistakes.

🌙Yandere! CatNap Concept🌙

🐱(My Version)🐱

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Possessive behavior, Violence, Overprotective behavior, Drugging/Gassing, CatNap watches you sleep, Manipulation, Slight sadism, Blood, Implied murder, Slight gore, Forced companionship.

I'm just going to say this, the first thing I read about CatNap is he likes watching his friends sleep.

So that's how this starts.

As usual, CatNap has a cartoon/plush form and a monster form in my AU.

I talk a bit more about this in the DogDay concept.

CatNap, in his more innocent plush form, is docile, gentle, bashful, and highly impressionable according to the wiki.

CatNap can have an eerie presence but he is usually very calming.

He prioritizes proper rest, especially towards you.

When left all alone in Playcare, he becomes a hunting beast who worships The Prototype.

He's not Theo in this version, he's his own thing.

He's sadistic and enjoys the hunt in his more beastly form.

However... he isn't heartless... as in this concept he cares for you a lot.

Let's use this concept just to discuss his overall behavior like I did in the last one.

CatNap's plush/cartoon form still manages to get up to just about the waist of an adult on two legs.

Although the cat also likes to roam on four legs.

CatNap has a lavender smell in his fur, a scent known to calm and put others to sleep.

Although... that isn't exactly what he uses to put you to sleep.

Like in canon, CatNap has the ability to release Poppy Gas from his lungs.

Said gas creates hallucinations and even puts the target asleep.

CatNap likes it when his best friend sleeps....

So, the purple cat often likes to crawl on your lap, release some of the gas, and puts you to sleep as he nuzzles into you with a purr.

Yes, I feel I want to make CatNap purr in my version.

CatNap likes to wrap his long tail around you and follows you around loyally.

He wants to make you happy, healthy, and full of energy!

The only way to do that is a good night's sleep, right?

So let him help you.

CatNap definitely also uses his lavender scent to calm you, too.

He just wants his friend to hold him and sleep...

He'll watch over you like a good friend should.

Then there's the monster form.

He's still very dedicated to you, even when he roams the area like a stalking cat.

CatNap watches over you like a hawk, a caretaker at heart.

In his larger form he looks more unnerving, crawling on all fours like huge hunting cat.

He carefully stalks prey (and you) in the shadows, disorienting them with Poppy Gas before striking.

Unlike DogDay he doesn't bother hiding his predatory nature.

He doesn't care if blood or bits of flesh stain his purple fur when he eats.

His lavender scent still lingers despite the dirty blood smell when he's near you.

The large cat often tries to curl around you in his larger form, purring softly as he encourages you to sleep.

If you try to leave his long tail prevents it... he'll even give you Poppy Gas if you still struggle.

If you think about it... CatNap would be very similar to Moon from FNAF... except CatNap is more... religious?

Speaking of that, CatNap may view you as a gift from The Prototype.

His god has rewarded him for his loyalty!

He'll cherish you as his Best Friend....

CatNap would not hurt you as he views you as his gift and Best Friend.

He often swaps between his smaller cartoon/plush form and his monster form.

If he isn't on a hunt and doesn't want to scare you... he'll swap to his more docile form and encourage you to hold him.

Admittedly... his purr and lavender scent is enough to make you want to sleep anyways.

CatNap is mostly sadistic towards others, like DogDay and the other Critters if they were still alive somehow.

CatNap is possessive of his newfound pal.

He growls and hisses when you try to leave or if you mention any other Toy Mascot.

Even if you did escape, CatNap is hot on your tail, stalking you from the shadows.

Next thing you know the room you're in fills with red mist... you start to hallucinate... the last thing you see before you collapse is the monstrous form of a predatory cat.

Then you wake up back where you once were... with a purple plush cat wrapped in your arms purring away.

It looks like you aren't leaving the claws of CatNap after all....

[mint-yooxgi]

Kinktober Day 22 - Incubus!Wooyoung + Mommy & Cockwarming

@tearfulsparks78 Said: Wooyoung with a Mommy kink and cock warming? A/n: I made him an incubus in this, I hope you don't mind! I thought it would be fun to play around with that type of dynamic given the kinks involved hehehe I hope you enjoy! Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Possession, Monster Features Word Count: 721 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist

A soft whimper sounds beneath you, Wooyoung squirming slightly as he attempts to roll his hips up into yours. A pout tugs at his lips, staring up at you with nothing but desperation as he pleads with you to do something. Anything…

“Mommy-“

“What is it, Baby Boy?” You hum, lifting your head from his chest to meet his gaze.

“Need you,” He breathes, eyes fluttering as he feels your walls pulse around his aching cock. “Want you.”

“You have me, Wooyoungie.” You coo, reaching a hand up to brush some damp strands of his hair out of his face. “I’m right here.”

Lightly, you shift over him, causing another whimper to escape his lips. You can feel the tip of his tail gently stroking over your thigh before wrapping itself around you. You just know he’s attempting to see if he can use it to pull you in closer, or maybe even get you to start to move over him.

Again, his hips attempt to roll up into your own.

“If you keep doing that, I’ll make you pull out.”

“No!” The word is but a panicked cry on his lips, arms tightening around your waist.

“You promised me you’d be good.” Your brow quirks, challenging him with a knowing look shining behind your eyes.

“Not my fault Mommy’s pussy feels this good around my cock,” He grumbles, that same large pout pulling at his lips. “Makes it hard to think.”

“That’s cause you’re filling me so well, Baby,” Gently, you cup his cheek in your hand, raising yourself up to place your lips upon his own. “Mommy loves feeling you buried deep within her cunt.”

A shameless groan escapes him, head tossing back onto the pillows as his claws prick into your skin. His grip on your waist tightens, attempting to shift you over his cock once more.

“Greedy little boy,” Your thumb comes up to tug playfully at his bottom lip. “Never satisfied with just a few rounds.”

“With you, I always want more,” He admits, his eyes shining with affection as he gazes at you.

“Has nothing to do with the fact that you feed on sexual energy…” You tease, a grin tugging at your lips.

“There’s nothing more fulfilling than making Mommy come for me.” He simpers, sticking his nose in the air almost matter of factly.

“What about the satisfaction Mommy gets from pleasing her Baby Boy?” You challenge, a knowing quirk to your brow.

“Then, why don’t we satisfy each other?” Wooyoung grins, his dark eyes flashing in excitement.

You sit up to your full height, resting your hands on his chest. The way his horns gleam beneath the light of the moon makes you smile. Carefully, you lift a hand to trace a finger along the curve, loving how he shudders beneath your touch.

“You can hardly handle just being buried inside of me like this without wanting to come undone.” You drawl. Purposely, you clench hard around him, watching on in pride as his back arches. A loud moan tumbles from his lips in response, whining once more as his cock throbs deep inside of you. “See. It’s so easy to work you up, Baby. I need to train you to last longer for me.”

His breathing is heavy, eyes hooded over as he follows the path you trace over his chest with your one nail. His hands settle over your thighs, lightly rubbing his palms over them and loving the feel of you beneath his skin.

“My stamina has always been unmatched.” He says lowly, voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh?” You tilt your head at him, a curious gleam shining in your eyes. “Are you sure about that, Baby? You seemed pretty worn out after the last round. Quite concerning, really. Considering what you claim to be.”

A low growl escapes him, and suddenly, you find yourself pinned beneath him on the mattress. His hands hold your wrists gently beside your head, his tail flicking excitedly in the air behind him.

“I’ll prove to you just how long I can last.” He rolls his hips lightly into yours, biting his bottom lip as he twitches deep inside of you. “Hope you can keep up, Mommy.”

A devious grin tugs at your lips. “Show me what you can do, Baby Boy.”

[irishmammonagenda]

Your head hits your pillow. Your heavy eyes close, leaving your world in darkness.

Darkness that for a split second turns into the most fiery terrifying pits of hell before being overwritten.

Darkness that brightens up into a luscious garden, one in which a tanned woman is standing, arms crossed.

Her long inky black hair blows softly in the wind at the same rhythm of her softly fluttering garments. She looks familiar in the way of deja vu.

You feel drawn to her, so you walk closer, close enough to be at arm's length.

She slaps you.

"Ow! What was that for?!" You blink, taking a step back.

"That was for being an idiot." The woman shrugs, her lips are the same shape as Lucifer's when he scowls. You shudder. "I mean honestly," She grabs your shoulders and shakes you. "I thought you were smarter than this."

"Smarter than what?" You get out rather shakily seeing as you're being shaken. She sighs and holds her head in her hands, now leaning against a tree.

"Have I taught you nothing? Has all my guidance been for nothing?"

You pause. "....You're Lilith."

She nods, "And you're quite intellectually challenged by the looks of it."

A crow caws in the distance, probably laughing at that one.

"Mean."

"MC."

You turn your attention back to your ancestor and smile innocently. "Yes?"

Lilith grabs you by the shoulders, and you brace yourself, preparing to be shaken again, but you're not. Instead the most beautiful grey eyes look into yours, eyes that held a storm in them. " I don't care if you have pacts with the Seven Avatars Of Sin. I don't care if you have the Demon Prince and Butler wrapped around your finger. Your never ever ever, fuck with an ouija board."

"I was in the Human Realm with my human friends! We got bored and I missed everyone!"

Lilith deadpans. "You have a DDD."

"....Good point?"

"I'm serious MC. As your great times a thousand billionth grandmother, I forbid you from playing with that board again. Even the Wise Sorcerer doesn't use ouija boards! Mostly because the demons in those boards have a restraining order against him....but still."

"So, you're banning me?"

Lilith smirks, "If I even catch wind or even suspect you're using one again. Especially as stupidly as you used the one with your human friends, I'm going to write a letter detailing your exploits and have the breeze blow it atop of both Lucifer and Barbatos' desks."

Your eyes widen in terror. "Are you...blackmailing me?"

"Yes." She smiles.

"God Dammit."

The world fades into black once more, you see glimpses of horrors beyond your comprehension for a split second once more as you feel yourself be shaken awake.

The Avatar of Sloth looks at you sternly, almost as if he was mimicking Lucifer. Jealousy in his gaze. "Care to tell me why your dreams are infested with demons that aren't me?"

He's already in demon form. Damn.

You blink. Those images that flashed for a second was what was supposed to be your dreams? So Lilith took you out of your dreams? So he couldn't see Lilith?

Belphie blinks, holding eye contact with you as he slinks sneakily into your bed beside you. "So who are those guys? Your new dream buddies?" He scoffs, acting more like his older, more envious brother for a moment.

"...I...." You look away from him. "Don't tell Lucifer....but...when I was in the Human Realm....I might've maybe....messed around with some stuff?"

Belphie stretches intertwining your legs with his, "What stuff." It was hardly a question.

"...Ouija boards?"

"You idiot." He says as his tail smacks you, before wrapping around your waist like a shackle.

"...Don't worry, MC." He says in a softer tone, though the sinister look on his face said otherwise, "...I'll flush those bastards out."

"....Thanks Belphie."

He looks at you through half lidded eyes as he rests his chin on your chest. "If you do something stupid like that again while in the Human Realm, I don't think I'll let you leave next time you come back down here."

Belphie smiles as the both of you fall asleep, the low life demons he originally thought were secret boyfriends (he doesn't think straight when he's jealous) but were actually just stupid enough to latch themselves onto you had actually done him a favour. This would be a great thing to bring up to a certain six brothers he had if you ever tried to leave the Devildom for so long again.

[jymwahuwu]

Dan Feng x assassin female reader!!😍🥰😘😍😘🥰🥰🥰

Reader is an assassin that was assigned to kill the Yinyue Jun. The reader is very confident and accidentally messed up during her mission.

She was pretending to be maid in his palace. He doesn’t realis it and fell INLOVE with her 😍😍😍😍😍😍 He flirt and tried to court her several times. But she just tried to ignore him but then realizes this could be a chance to kill him. So she acted shy and pretend to like him back UwU

One day, Dan feng asked reader to come to his room to ‘accompany’ him. She thought that she will just need to sit next to him and hear him talk. So she said yes. What she didn’t know is that he was planning to breed her ��😩😩😩😳😳😳

When she arrived she was quickly thrown to his bed. Then he begin breeding process.(can u explain it in full detail explicitly 😚☺️🥰😘😘😘🫶🫶) At the end her two holes were filled with his seed.

Later he found out she was an assassin and ‘punish her’ U3U💅💅

They got married since she’s pregnant shockingly

👩‍👧< Her holding Bailu🤟👁️👄👁️🤟

My first reaction was that those assassin attempts were bound to turn into comedy and be misunderstood 🤭

CW: yandere, non-con, forced breeding, pregnancy, assassination, fem reader

You may have taken on this mission for some reason, perhaps because you were threatened or because you were waiting for money to save someone important. knew Imbibitor Lunae didn't deserve any of this, but you had no choice...

But maybe the Aeon Elation is playing tricks on you in the universe, and your assassination method is completely comic- Everything you do is considered a friendly signal or an expression of affection. You hide the knife in the void device. This can be summoned at any time using some kind of space technology and wielded towards the mission target.

However, the moment you were about to summon the sword, Dan Feng turned his head, took your hand, and enjoyed the garden with you. He thought your gesture was some form of waving hello. It's so sweet of you to show kindness like that. What's even more shocking is that he can weave a beautiful and delicate chaplet for you in just a few seconds and put it on your hair without any expression-

You (wearing a chaplet):???????

You took over the kitchen duties and put the medicine in his dinner. However, Dan Feng changed his mind temporarily. He only took you, one of his maids, on a Starskiff, traveling light years away and entering an exotic restaurant. The dinner you prepared is completely useless. The waiter will lead you to your seat. Under the candlelight, Dan Feng chats softly with you. You were confused, but nodded occasionally. He is very satisfied and thinks you are gentle and considerate, the most suitable candidate for his wife.

After these speechless moments, you gradually realize that Dan Feng is pursuing you.

That day, as always, you needed to be there for him. Dan Feng has not had any inappropriate physical contact with you in the past few months, so you think this is just an ordinary "company". However, it was different in the High Elder's mind. That day is the traditional day of fertility and mating in Vidyadhara…people look for partners to mate, and dating on that day means they are willing to mate. The appearance of your figure at the door was like the light of fireworks, igniting the happiness in High Elder's heart, but he just pursed his lips and did not show too much joy. His hands slide to your waist from your shoulders, leaning in close and pecking your lips.

"Wait-wait, my lord!"

Unbutton your maid uniform and lift it open. Your breasts are quietly wrapped in the bra, waiting to be rubbed. In the flash of clouds and rain, you vaguely witnessed him transform back into his full dragon form several times, his tail spreading and squirming around your body like it's entangled with prey. There… there were two of them, both vigorously erect against your belly. This will be a preview of how deep it will go next. You gasped. All intentions disappeared. You are inevitably aroused by the explicit visual sight before you. There's an unfamiliar, warm twitching in your vagina. You…can't believe you ever wanted to assassinate such a dragon. And this is his true form. Did he find out?

"I will turn myself in...don't do this..."

Your words confused him as the non-human cock sank into your pussy until it bottomed out, but the words were lost in moans and whimpers. The testicles press against your sensitive, glistening petals, and the cock is loud, ravaging the wet and sore vagina. The thrusting melody swayed together with the tail. Until a seemingly ordinary thrust penetrates deeper than ever before, pushing against the opening of your cervix and erupting dragon seeds, spinning and knotting.

After this mating, Dan Feng learned of your true identity and intentions. He knew he had to give you some punishment, and that included more mating…

Dan Feng took care of the scum who sent you to assassinate him, and paid off your debts and medical bills.

A few months later, Dan Feng is holding your shoulders as you sit on the water bed with a baby dragon in your arms.

[noosayog]

Hi! I saw request were open for your Valentine's Day event! I'm so so so excited! May I request reader x Hinata where reader almost didn't give Hinata chocolates from being so nervous, but eventually works up the courage and Hinata is overjoyed to receive chocolates from his crush? Thanks so much for the consideration and excited to read all the pieces you plan to share with us! <3

thank u for sending a request! this is my first time writing hinata so i hope u like it!

wc: 700

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“Hey, Kageyama.” 

The setter doesn’t look up as he continues to furiously copy your homework. “What?”

“Do you know what day today is?” Hinata asks. 

“February 14th.” 

“That’s not what I meant.” 

“Tuesday.” 

“Not that either. It’s Valentine’s Day.” 

“And?” 

“Did you receive… you know… any…” Hinata’s eyes dart to you for the quickest of seconds. 

“What?

Another voice interrupts. “Talking about these?” 

Hinata looks up to find Tsukishima and Yamaguchi walking into the classroom. Dangling in Tsukishima’s hand are 3 baggies, obviously filled with some sort of chocolate baked good. 

Hinata’s eyes bulge. “You got three already!?” 

Tsukishima smirks, “more than you will, I’m sure.”

Kageyama looks up from his homework. “Oh, yeah,” he says. He reaches into his desk and pulls out his own baggie and a box. “These were in my shoe locker this morning.” 

Hinata falls to his knees, “Why?!” 

– 

When afterschool practice rolls around, Hinata is at the end of his rope. All throughout drills, he noticed people milling about the entrance, sitting on the bleachers, and calling out to various members of the volleyball team. Each time one of them would return to the gym, expression slightly sheepish and holding a little gift in their hands. Almost everyone, except Hinata, ended the day with at least one present. 

Dejected, Hinata cleans up the gym with the rest of the first-years before picking up his bag and making his way to the bike racks after bidding the group a good evening. 

He lets out a deep sigh, hopping on this bike and hoping his blue spring will come next year. Before he begins pedaling though, a call of his name stops him. 

“Hinata! Wait!” 

Your voice has him swiveling around to find you out of breath and running in his direction. He obediently waits until you’re standing in front of him, hands on your knees to catch your breath. 

Foolishly, Hinata’s hopes fly up like the hammer machine at an amusement park. He watches you with anticipatory eyes, trying to feign nonchalance when he asks you what’s up. 

He watches with bated breath when your hands reach into your bag. He can practically envision himself, tail wagging, ears perked up. 

“Um!” you announce, eyes nervously darting side to side. “Have the rest of the first-years left already?” 

Hinata’s chest deflates just as quickly. “Oh,” he says. “Yeah.” 

“So, it’s just you left?” 

“Yeah. Sorry about that.” 

“What? No! Why are you apologizing?” 

“No reason. Just forget it,” he says, already turning to get back on his bike. “Well…” he trails off awkwardly. “See you tomorrow?” 

You reach a hand out to grab his bag. “Wait! Actually, I was hoping… that you might…” 

He looks at you. 

“Well. I made these,” your hand comes out of your bag to show him a bag of sweets. “And I was hoping… that you might accept them.” your tone rises at the end, making it sound more like a question. 

Hinata’s eyes widen, as he looks from you to the chocolates and back to you. 

“For me?” 

“Yeah… yep.” you nod. “Oh! But if you don’t like chocolate, it’s totally ok. And no hard feelings if you don’t want them. I mean, I totally get it.” You’re really rambling now. “Or maybe you’re… like… allergic? Oh my god, that’s it, huh? I’m so sorry, I promise I’m not trying to kill you and-” 

You’re rambling now and luckily, Hinata stops you by picking you up and spinning you in circles. Your brain barely processes what’s happening, with Hinata’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist, you pressed chest to chest with him, and your legs flailing about as he spins the both of you. 

You look down at him, his unfiltered joy completely and utterly open on display on his face. Soon, you find it hard not to giggle along, evolving into full on belly laughter until he puts you down. 

“Are these really for me?!” he asks. 

You nod, remnants of your laughing session still present as a ghost of a smile on your lips. 

He accepts them and opens it right away to chomp at the chocolate cupcake you prepared. After swallowing the first bite, he grins at you, all teeth. “Thanks! This is great!” 

After he polishes off the last bite, he licks the crumbs off his finger. 

“You know,” he starts. “I was starting to get nervous,” he admits. “I’ve been waiting all day.” 

-for you. 

The last bit goes unsaid but he thinks that this is enough for now.

[f10werfae]

Bimbo Babe

pairing: Steve Rogers x Bimbo!Reader

Summary: Y/n stupidly keeps shoving her tits and pussy into Steve’s face until he finally has enough and has to have them smothering his face (Dom!Steve) (Mean!Steve)

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated/Disclaimer 18+

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“Thank you Stevie” Y/n beamed naively, leaning up to press a glossy kiss onto the man’s stubbled cheek, feeling his large hands pull down her skirt once again. “Stop showin’ your ass off like the slut you are, s’not funny” He warned cocking a brow as she stared back seemingly innocent, “What you don’t like it?” She frowned turning around and wiggling her hips against him, not only was she a bimbo, but a tease.

“No panties either? Leaking all over my hand like a broken fountain, you really are a bimbo” He taunted letting his hands feel through her slick folds, all her juicy goodness lathering him in her sweet earthy scent. “Can’t help it, she needs attention” Y/n sighed out, she may not be the smartest woman, but she knew how to get her way; even with Steve Rogers.

Having joined the compound a few months prior as an assistant to Tony, Y/n found herself drawn to the blonde man in the tight blue suit, his bulge and ass teasing the world with each stretch. Their first intimate encounter was one to be remembered,,,

Steve had walked into the compounds laundry room to see Y/n with her tits out of her dress, her hands massaging them tenderly as she hissed out in pain, something about her period coming. “Can you help my tits Stevie? They’re so sore” She whined pressing her breasts together, the blue eyed man standing there wide eyes and bushy tailed, his cheeks a nice hue of pink as he nodded. Walking over he buried his face between her tits, letting himself be smothered by them, her scent filling his nostrils as he pushed the tits to fully cover his ears. His head moving around to suck on each globe evenly, even pushing the nipples together so he could suck them both at the same time, massaging the skin around them to help with her tension.

Spitting down the valley of her breasts he would make her suck her own nipple, joining her and kissing with it between their lips.

“Hmm thank you honey, they feel way better now” Y/n giggled after a good half an hour of Steve just playing and sucking her tits, simply putting them back into her top and walking away as if nothing had happened. As if what happened was somewhat normal, that’s when Steve clocked onto her somewhat lack of intelligence. Although it seemed as if she was only like that to Steve, dumbed out and ready to be taken.

“I think she’s just tingly, can you feel her out?” She whimpered pulling her skirt all the way up, exposing her pussy and ass to Steve, his fingers going in slow circles on her swollen lips, his other arm wrapping around her waist to bring her back closer to him; but this clearly wasn’t the best position.

Within seconds he had lifted her onto the counter, her pussy lips slightly parted against the cool marble as he bent down to look at her cunt, her little clit peeking out shyly as he smirked and leant closer to give it a kiss; watching on as he visibly saw her clench around nothing. “She’s so cute, it’s like she wants to kiss me back” Steve taunted using his pointer finger to rub slowly on her button, his lips kissing Y/n’s cheek sweetly.

Y/n could do nothing but squirm and whine at the sensation, her poor little head couldn’t even fathom the way he was touching her, all she knew was that it felt good and she wanted nothing more than for him to keep going. Turning her head she caught his lips with hers, pecking his reddish lips softly before throwing her head back as she felt his finget prod at her hole.

“Maybe you can put one in? Please”

“I don’t think so, I think i’m going to kiss your pretty pussy until she gives out on my tongue” He kissed his teeth once she jerked her hips forward, if this was the only time he’d be able to do this, he sure was going to savour it. Y/n spread open her pussy, the flesh glistening with her arousal, her face huffed and pouted out desperately.

Bending down Steve placed an open mouthed kiss right onto her cunt, his eyes trained on hers as she gasped, with his tongue pushing out spit to wetten her folds; strings connected his mouth to her warm soft centre. “First I caught you playing with yours tits, now your ass was hanging out, what’s next? You’re naked waitin for me on my bed?”

“I did that yesterday, but you weren’t home” She whispered spitting down onto his tongue which was outstretched, using her own saliva to soak her pussy. “Yeah? Is that why when I got home my pillows were wet? Did you fuck yourself dumb on my pillow?”

“Mhm I-I did” She whimpered as he pushed his tongue in deeper, licking a stripe up to her clit, his mouth suctioning around it to suck gently. “My dumb little baby, walking around half naked like some whore, aren’t I right?” He growled against her thigh as he sucked on it to leave a purplish bruise, putting a matching one on the other thigh, wanting nothing more than for her thighs to clamp around his head to smother him just like her tits.

“I’m not dumb! Im- Ow!” Y/n squealed feeling his teeth sink into her thighs, “Don’t play stupid with me, you’re my bimbo babe, my fuckslut” He smirked giving her pussy another passionate kiss, making her jealous that it wasn’t her actual lips receiving the same attention. It wasn’t long until his kisses turned into a makeout with her cunt, his tongue sucking and licking her clit, as if he was sucking her tongue; which was yet to happen but she hoped it’d be soon.

Y/n felt her stomach start to coil, his slow sensual kissed overstimulating her clit to a point of craziness, his hands locked onto her tits which he had grabbed out of her top, tugging on her nipples as if he was trying to milk them. “Come on baby, wet my tongue with your perfect pussy, m’ getting thirsty; or else i’ll havta knock you up n’ drink from those pretty tits instead”

Honestly Y/n didn’t mind either or, her brain clouded with nothing but want for the man in front of her, want that had started all those months ago.

Picking up the pace he started motor-boating her pussy, squeals and grunts leaving her lips as his tongue went crazy, his face covered in her juices. Steve chuckled like a mad man at the feeling of her thighs finally clamping around his head, her hole sucking in his tongue as she came around it, her body shuddering with each release.

“That’s my pretty bimbo, next I want your ass on my face, can ya do that for me or do I need to show you how to do that too?” I mean he does have America’s ass,,,

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psa: I think this is my first Steve Rogers fic? Hope I did it justice😭

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[genderfluid-insomniac]

Macaque + Wukong after their S/O gets out of the shower since they would no longer smell like them

Sun Wukong

It was one of the nights where Sun was at your apartment and you had just come home from a long shift, looking forward to relaxing in your boyfriend's arms and eating some oven-baked pizza with little worry on your shoulders. The best Sunday night you could ask for you thought as you stepped out of the shower and wrapped the soft blue towel around yourself after you dried off. “Sun, where are you?” You called out and turned off the lights in the shower, hearing a rustle of fabrics in the distance near your bedrooms.

“In our bedroom-” You whipped your head towards his voice and headed to the bedroom. “What do you mean our bedroom?” He looked like a deer in headlights when you locked eyes with him, sitting on top of a mix of blankets and pillows and arranging them in a nest-like setting shape. If you looked closely enough you could see some articles of clothing that were owned by both you and him.

“Why are you nesting in my bed- wait why are you hoarding my used clothes?” He stammered for a couple of seconds and looked anywhere but at you, as he tried to lie his way out of explaining. “I- well- um…you don’t smell like me anymore.” Wukong’s voice got very quiet and blushed heavily, you noticed his tail stop swaying and coiled around his ankle (a habit you picked up on whenever he was anxious).

You walked towards him and pulled him down to sit next to you, cupping his face and smiling. “Hon, I’m not mad but why is it bad if I don’t smell like you anymore? Is it a demon thing or a being a celestial monkey thing?” Your lover bit his lip and nuzzled his face into your neck, adoring the way a low purr built up in his chest as you carded your fingers through his fur.

“It’s a both thing- maybe�� I don’t know. This happens every time I find a mate, it happened with moonli- I mean Macaque. It helps me from becoming jealous.” Your eyes widened and hugged him closer, letting yourselves fall back onto the bed now more of a pile of blanket, and felt his tail now move to your waist. “Alright, you could’ve just told me. I know you might’ve been embarrassed but I don’t see any problem with it.” The smile on your face seemed to be contagious because Sun smiled widely in turn and got closer to you as a couple of blankets were pulled over you.

Six-Eared Macaque

It had been a total of around of 1 minute after you’d gotten home from a 14 hours shift when you fell through a shadow portal upon entering your shared apartment and landed right on your beloved’s lap, who immediately wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your neck. Breathing deeply and letting out a few quiet growls, hugging you even tighter and not saying a word.

“Mac….you alright?” Your voice trailed off as you tried to turn to look at him and weren’t able to move. The shadow demon only grunted and mumbled something to you, letting you lose enough so you could turn around and put your bag down. “Can you tell me or do I have to guess?”

He leaned into your hands as you cupped your face and frowned, clearly upset by something but something told you he’d rather do charades to tell you than actually speak. “You s….” Macaque mumbled the rest of his sentence and rested his forehead against your chest. You softly laughed at his mood, rubbing your fingers on the outside of one of his six vibrant glowing ears comfortingly and humming a soothing melody.

A couple of seconds later, he let out a dramatic sigh and turned his head so you so could see and hear him better. “I’m moody because your scent doesn’t mirror mine anymore and it’s bothering me.” You’re both shocked and not surprised that was the reason he was moody because one hand he’s one of the most dramatic bitch you’ve ever met and he’s also very possessive of you (especially around other demons).

“Love, that’s alright. I have no problem and you shouldn’t be embarrassed about it.” Lifting up his face and touching your nose to his, the wispy chocolate hairs tickling your face and a pale gold iris adoringly staring back into yours. This demon monkey would be yours forever and no one could separate you both, you’ll never take for granted ever. “Wonderful, in that case, you’re not leaving my side for the rest of the night. Thanks, Name.”

His Cheshire grin was back and Macaque locked you in his embrace, tipping you back into your bed and curling every part of himself around you (he was also loudly purring but he’d deny it if you brought it up).

[dark-and-kawaii]

The Real Incubus

Haarlep x F!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ Summary: You help Haarlep in recalling their authentic identity and their original appearance, prior to their glamorized transformation to mimic Raphael's visage.

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: Haarlep is my ultimate comfort and I’ve been kinda down lately. Was in need of some sort of comfort, thus for bringing this to life. I hope you enjoy xoxo

⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Soft Haarlep | A Touch Of Malevolent Haarlep | Comfort | Minor Angst | Biting | Minor Blood

As you straddled Haarlep in bed, you could feel their tail curling around your arm and pulling you closer. You leaned in, placing one hand on their hip and the other in their hair as your lips met. They were soft and warm, and you felt the tip of their tongue flicking across your lower lip.

“Haarlep,” you whispered, your fingertips exploring their- Raphael’s horns… The ridges and textures that should have been Haarlep's own. Each groove, each pointed tip, had been an echo of Raphael's form, “Try to remember your horns,” your voice a soft melody in the quiet room, “Think of how they curved or stood straight, unique to you, a crown suited only for you.”

Haarlep's eyes fluttered closed, their breath hitching for the first time ever as they concentrated on your fingers, on the words that were like keys to locked doors within their mind. The weight of Raphael's influence starting to lift, bit by bit, with each gentle touch.

Your hands glide down the wings which weren’t of theirs, the expansive red membranes that had been made to mimic Raphael's own; a cruel reminder of Haarlep’s captivity. “The shape of your wings were surely more magnificent than his…” your fingers caressing the inner part of their wings, “Remember their true form, the majesty that was stolen from you.”

Slowly, Haarlep's wings began to embrace you, wrapping around your entwined forms. It was a possessive gesture, one that hinted at the true nature of their being, a sign of what was hidden under the mask Raphael had forced them to wear.

Your hands slide up the sides of their chest, tracing the outlines of the veins. The tips of your fingers brushing over their skin. Haarlep arched their back, pressing into your touch. It was the most “human” motion they had made in a long time, a reminder that they were more than what Raphael had made them out to be.

Your hands moved to Haarlep’s face to pull them closer. Holding their face tenderly, you kiss their jaw gently, a touch filled with reassurance and an invitation to rediscover themself, “Try to remember your face, the stubble, perhaps?” You breathed between kisses, “Or maybe clean-shaven,” you mused, nipping lightly to elicit a moan from them.

With one last nip at their jaw, you let your hands slide down the muscular expanse of Haarlep’s chest, the body that had been used and abused for so long, even starved... “Remember your body…” you coaxed, your voice a velvet murmur, “The way it would move on its own as soon as it saw a pretty new victim. You were grace and temptation incarnate, not a mere echo of another.”

There was a shift then, a subtle change in the air as Haarlep's form seemed to waver, the imposed visage of Raphael's glamorized design quivering. The incubus’s eyes closed, brows furrowing in concentration, as if they were diving into the depths of their own soul to find what was lost.

You held them close, a beacon of belief and support, waiting for the moment when Haarlep would emerge not as the devil Raphael had shaped, but as the true incubus they were born to be, a creature of beauty and desire, of power and freedom. And in the intimate cocoon of Haarlep’s wings, you waited to see your unconventional lover's true self to awaken.

The warm brush of Haarlep's lips against your neck sent a shiver down your spine, and their hands, which had been resting on your thighs, now found your waist. There was a soft, amused chuckle as their fingers brushed against the hem of your nightgown.

“The scent of your arousal,” they purred, their hands moving down the front of your body, “And the taste of it running down my throat,” Haarlep’s mouth was hot, almost feverish against your neck, “is all I can think about, little dove.” You could feel their hands moving between your legs, could feel the pressure of their palms against you and the way their claws tore through the fabric of your thin panties.

As the remnants of the cloth were tossed aside, you could hear the faint hiss of their breath against your skin as the incubus took in the scent of your desire. The sharp edge of their fangs grazed against your pulse, the sensation sending a bolt of white-hot lust down your spine.

Their tail moved from your arm and curled around your leg, you could feel the tip sliding along your thigh before coming to rest against your entrance. Your hips bucking instinctively at the feeling of Haarlep’s fingers circling your sensitive little clit.

Haarlep’s eyes remained closed, lashes casting delicate shadows on the incubus’s cheeks, as if they were navigating through the darkness of their own lost memories. The sensation was foreign to them, this gentle encouragement to be no one but themself, to shed the layers of someone else's whims and reveal the core of their being.

"I- I want you to touch me how Haarlep would touch me, not Raphael…" You kissed their horns, a symbolic gesture to honor their identity, to coax out the soul of the incubus beneath the surface. "To feel your hands upon my skin, instead of his."

At your words, their breath grew deeper, a rhythmic pulse that resonated with the stirrings of their authentic self. The very air around you seemed to hum with the power of their awakening, the room charged with the magic of rediscovery. Each bite, each mark, they placed upon your skin was like a word in a long-forgotten language, now being spoken with tentative fluence.

The shadow of Raphael that had clung to Haarlep's form began to dissipate like mist at dawn's first light. A subtle coolness radiated from them, an ominous glow that seemed to come from within, illuminating the room.

As Haarlep's fingers delved between your folds, their true self emerged, and you were completely enraptured by such beauty.

“You belong to me, my fragile, little dove,” their voice, dark yet smooth like whisky as they hissed into your ear, "Entirely mine to claim, mine to savor, mine to ravage and shatter."

When Haarlep finally opened their eyes, they were not the eyes that mirrored Raphael's. They were deep and vast, eyes that could easily entrap someone. In those eyes, you saw the incubus Haarlep was meant to be; free from the chains of servitude, a creature of beauty and lust.

“Haarlep,” your voice barely above a whisper, “I’m all yours, please-“ your body was so eager to have them, to be filled, to be taken and ravished, by Haarlep’s real self your mind was dizzy with it. This was Haarlep, this was your incubus in all their glory, and your eyes pleaded with them to feast upon you.

The incubus released a chilling chuckle, a cacophony akin to the tolling of a death knell, "Have you fantasized of my true caress, of the ecstasy and torment I could truly bestow upon you?" Their talons, sharp and unyielding, traced a menacing path along the quivering flesh of your inner thighs.

This was them, the real Haarlep whom no longer existed under Raphael's or Mephistopheles’s rule. You were no longer protected by the devil known as Raphael, Haarlep was free to do as they pleased, to devour you, body and soul, until nothing remained. Yet you remained loyal to the creature, and your faith in them was unwavering.

Your back arched and a small whimper left your throat, and you found yourself nodding impatiently, “Y-yes, I-I- wanted this for so long, Haarlep. Wanted this for you for so long for you.” Your fingers were still cupped around their face, thumbs brushing the incubus's cheekbones, a touch that was more loving and tender than anything you had given Raphael.

Haarlep's smile twisted into a predatory sneer as they shifted you beneath them, their dominance undeniable. They hoisted one of your legs over their shoulder, the other imprisoned against their waist, "Then it shall be my dark delight to bestow upon you the agony you crave, my little dove.” Their tail wrapped around their cock, “until you're drowning in the very darkness you sought.” A fat member with ridges and veins that protruded, a shaft that throbbed, a thick head leaking precum, a weapon that had the capability to destroy your very sanity.

You gave a needy groan, and then gasped as they thrust inside, their cock spreading you open, forcing its way past the tight resistance of your pussy. Stretching and filling you so well, you felt beyond full. Haarlep was ruthless, driving themself deeper and deeper until there was nowhere left for them to go, and still, you yearned for more.

You threw your head back and gasped, moaning and biting back screams- they were so much bigger than Raphael’s cock.

"Do you think yourself safe, little dove?" They taunted, their sharp teeth leaving stinging trails across the tender skin of your throat, "Even if you scream, even if you beg, there will be no mercy, no escape."

In a single brutal movement, Haarlep bottomed out and you couldn't hold back the scream that ripped from your throat. You couldn't think, couldn't breathe, your whole body was burning up, the delicious heat spreading from your core all the way down to the tips of your toes.

You were helpless, writhing and mewling as Haarlep plowed into you, each thrust tearing your mind apart. The incubus was merciless, and all you could do was cling to them, nails raking down their back and wings as they pounded into you.

“You wanted this, you desired this, didn't you? To be claimed, to be ravaged by a real incubus- by the real me… Here I am.”

You could feel Haarlep's fingers curling around the base of your neck, their claws digging into your skin, the threat of a slow and excruciating death clear. Yet, they held back, their grip not strong enough to kill you, just enough to give you a taste of what could happen.

“H-Haarlep~” you moaned, their name the only coherent thought in your head. You couldn't take it, the pleasure was too much, the sensation of being so full, of being fucked so hard by the one you always wished to have to yourself.

Haarlep laughed, a cold and cruel sound, the sound of a predator about to claim its prey, a sound of a nightmare that had finally been realized. Their lips pressed against yours, a sharp pain blossoming where their fangs nicked your bottom lip. The taste of your blood lingering on their tongue as they kissed you, the kiss as violent as their thrusts.

Their grip tightened around your throat, their claws cutting into your skin, drawing blood causing you to wince. “Tell me,” they demanded, their voice a low, husky growl- their wings spread wide, “tell me that you belong to me, that you're mine.”

Haarlep was losing control, the walls around their consciousness falling apart with every thrust… Until you wrapped your arms around their head and pulled them into you, “I-i’m yours, I'm yours~!! Only yours, my love~!!” You could feel your heart quicken at the realization of what you were about to confess, “I've always belonged to you and no one else. My heart, my body, my soul, are yours… I-“ You could feel your tears welling, “I love you, Haarlep- my dear incubus, my Haarlep.”

You couldn’t see the way Haarlep’s eyes widened, their lips parting as their name fell from yours- or how their face softened… But you could feel the way their grip loosened, their claws retracting as they embraced you while pressing their face against your shoulder.

They planted a gentle kiss upon your neck before their tongue swept across the wounds they inflicted, lapping away the traces of your blood. The hand once constricting your throat shifted to support the back of your head, softly angling it to the side to grant themselves a clearer path.

Your fingers ran through Haarlep’s hair, and your hips rocked against theirs. It was a sweet moment, a moment where you held each other close, and the world seemed to fade away. You knew Haarlep would never say the words back, but this right here, their embrace, their soft thrusts- that was all you needed.

In the aftermath, Haarlep was fast asleep on your chest, their breathing deep and even. You gently ran your fingers through their hair, smiling when you felt them stir and snuggle closer. You watched the way their wings spread across the bed, almost like a personal shield, a blanket that enveloped you both in warmth.

They were a vision of perfection, their skin flawless, and their horns shone like polished ebony. Haarlep was perfect, everything about them was perfect, and you felt a sudden surge of pride and happiness knowing that it was because of you that they had reclaimed their true self.

Your hands trailed over the softness of their wings, and you couldn't resist pressing a kiss against the tip of their horn, “So beautiful," you whispered, “So very, very beautiful.”

Nothing was left of Raphael on them, it was just them. Before death's cousin known as sleep could consume you- you swore to yourself that no matter what, you would protect Haarlep from the world, and from the devils who tried to shape them.

[apollodarling-writes]

yan! catboy! worshipper! levi

desc : you picked up a stray catboy from the alleyway and you find that maybe he has more problems than you’re equipped to deal with.

word count : 812

cws : yandere themes, scenting, jealous levi, dubcon implications, smut implications, murder mentions but it’s levi killing his competition and bringing it back as a gift and to prove he’s better than them, slight delusional thinking, desperate clingy bf behavior but you’re not dating and he’s more of an estranged roommate, MASSIVE personality switch up, ooc levi but i genuinely wanna see this man desperate and begging, implied dissociation, this is kind of bad im ngl.

author note : someone requested this, sorry it took so long to get to it. also, here’s a little something i had in my drafts while i finish editing this commission.

you remember how pitiful levi had looked in that alleyway — his clothes torn and too big on his seemingly frail body. he was drenched from the rain, the mud that had been caked onto him softening as shivers wracked his body. the bags under his eyes were heavy and dark, and you’d noticed that he was bleeding… and badly.

you remember the way his ears perked up, his gaze sharpening as he regarded you with a mixture of apathy and contempt; the way his pupils had narrowed into slits and his tail swished in warning. he’d attacked you that night, the wound on your hip later scarring. the levi from that night was so similar, yet so different from the man in front of you.

you were frozen in place, your eyes darting between levi and the corpse he had haphazardly discarded onto your living room floor. his face was marred with blood, a subtle look in his eyes that screamed pride. it didn’t feel real — there was no way this was happening. not to you of all people.

“what the fuck—“ you gesture to the body, your eyes filling with tears. “— is this?

“what’s wrong? don’t you like it?” levi asks, his expression morphing into concern the moment he recognized your appall.

was he serious?

“levi, you killed someone and brought them back to my apartment!” you exclaim, feeling bile rise in the back of your throat as you tear your gaze away from the corpse. “my home has become a fucking crime scene!”

levi’s brows furrow, his ears flattening at your words. seeing him clench his fist, you instinctively take a step back — a feeble attempt to put distance between the two of you. he doesn’t like that.

levi knows he’d be able to catch you if you decided to run, but he wanted you to stay — willingly. he didn’t want to have to force you, knowing that would only put a strain on your relationship. sure, he was biologically much faster than the average human, but he didn’t want to have to resort to using his anatomy to his advantage again.

he doesn’t regret killing any of them — especially not this one. this man was weaker than all of the others, obviously incapable of taking care of you properly. how was that human boy supposed to provide for you? protect you?

“that just shows im better for you, doesn’t it? if they can be taken out so easily, they couldn’t protect you. not like i can.” levi hisses, his features tightening with frustration. “i did you a favor. they would’ve gotten you hurt.”

his tone takes on a more desperate edge as he scrambles to justify his actions, his hand latching onto your shirt in an attempt to keep you in place.

“why are you looking at me like that…? like i’m some kind of monster? i’m not — i did this for you! for us!” levi shouts.

you can’t bring yourself to say anything, your mind spinning as you try to wrap your head around everything. levi had never been like this before; he’d always been distant and put-together, keeping you at an arm's length no matter how hard you tried to grow closer with him.

“say something… please.” the man begs, his arms snaking around your waist as he buries his face in the curve of your throat. levi takes a shaky inhale, your scent doing little to calm his racing heart. usually, it worked like a charm, but the cortisol radiating off of you worried him.

“let go of me, levi.” you mumble, your shaking fingers pushing at his shoulders. he only sniffles in response, his tail curling around your thigh.

“please — please don’t push me away.” levi pleads, his voice cracking. “i—i need you! i’ll die without you! please don’t do this to me…!”

“get out.”

levi’s hold on you tightens, his touch slowly becoming painful. despite your squirming and growing fear, levi only pulls you closer, peppering kisses along your throat and shoulders, mumbling apologies and promising to never do it again. yet, despite the ache in your chest, you stand firm in your decision.

“leave.”

levi’s body goes rigid, his fingers gripping your waist harshly as his voice grows quiet. “we can do this the hard way or the easy way — your choice... but, you’re staying with me whether you want to or not.”

levi takes your silence as an agreement, lapping at and kissing the focal points of your pheromones to mask your scent with his own. “‘m gonna make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” he breathes, a quiet groan leaving his lips.

his movements become more frantic, nipping at your skin in between planting open mouthed kisses against any visible flesh. “i’ll fuck you until the only thing you can remember is my name — until the only scent on you is mine.”

[yourfatherlucifer]

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Wooyoung stood behind her, his arm wrapping around her tiny waist, “You smell like a good aroused bunny.” His nose buried in her scent gland. The incubus continued to tease her with his fingertips, slowly guiding them to flip up her skirt, “You gonna be a good girl?”

She whined in protest as his fingers glided to her soaked underwear, “A hybrid in heat is the best thing.” Wooyoung chuckled in her ear.

He pushed aside the fabric and teased her swollen clit with the tip of his finger.

“Yeah? You just want to be used, pretty bunny?” His mocking tone went straight to her core, heating her more.

“Wooyoung, please.” She jutted out her lip, ears flat against her head. She tried not to stomp her foot against the floor, frustrated from his teasing.

“Awe, bunny, that’s so cute.” He reached in between their bodies and grabbed at her poof of a tail, yanking it, “but I’m in control.”

She yelped as he pushed her forward into the wall, her hands saving her from the impact, “Wooyoung!”

He threw his head back in a cackle, “You’ll be fine. Spread your legs for me.”

She could hear the sound of him fumbling with his belt and his pants being pushed down to his ankles.

His body pressed against hers once more, his cock pushing against her ass when he flipped up her skirt, “I want to drain you of everything,” he leans down to whisper in her ear, “but I can’t, because then I can’t have my favorite plaything.”

He ran his cock against her folds through her underwear, her sopping wet underwear.

“Fuck I need to be inside of you.” Wooyoung lets out a demonic growl and rips open her underwear from the middle so his cock could easily slide in.

“Please, I need your cum Wooyoungie.” The hybrid whimpered and shook her ass against his pelvis.

Wooyoung quickly turned her around to face him, “Then you’ll get it.” He picks her up and tosses her over his shoulder, taking her out of the room.

He passed by several of his fellow mafia members with a smirk, which one of them frowned in response, “Hey no fair! You got the bunny!” It was San, the cat hybrid who noticed her bare cunt from her being on his shoulder with her skirt folded upwards.

“Get over it.” Wooyoung left him behind and entered his room.

He set her down on the bed, rather gently, “I’m gonna undress you now, pretty.” Wooyoung smiled with his pointed devilish tail swaying behind him.

He climbed on top of her and dragged off her shirt, she immediately covered her breasts, for some reason shy in front of him.

She has had sex with every male in the facility, which was only eight, yet for some reason being bare in front of Wooyoung always got her. Maybe it was because he was incubus. She never knows.

Wooyoung smiled and pried her arms away, "It's okay, I'll only bite if you ask."

She nodded and spread open her legs to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Okay.."

Wooyoung slowly pushed his cock in, eyes squeezing his eyes shut at the bliss of her being wrapped around him, "Careful, don't squeeze me so tight, I would love to make this last with you."

Her nails dug into his shoulder blades with each snap of his hips. Wooyoung set a gentle pace with her, because if he went too hard he knew he'd like break her. He didn't want to do that just yet.

She let out little squeaks with each thrust and hip roll, he always knew how to fuck her just right. It came naturally with his demon type.

His fist grabbed her ears, gripping them tight as he began pounding harder and faster into her. His hips practically jackhammering into her. Moan after moan filled his ears, they were filling his ego and energy.

"Come on, little bunny, cum for me." He growled into her ears and continued his relentless abuse on her cunt.

"Wooyoung!" She cried out, ears sensitive from his grip and her cunt squeezing tightly around him.

After minutes of him fucking his cock deep inside, she came around him and left a ring of cum around his cock.

With a final harsh thrust, he also came, and it was a lot, so much that it spilled out past his base.

"Oh, yeah, bunny." He smashed his lips against hers, "I'm gonna invite kitty in here for a round two, sound good?"